The secluded cultivation grounds on the rear mountain of the Holy Land Interception Sect.
Tongtian cultivated the Primordial Unity Nine-Turn Mystical Art, circulating it through a full grand cycle, but the Mysterious Yellow Energy within his body had already reached saturation.
Now that he had reached the Dao-Unification Realm, this divine art inherited from Great God Pangu was, instead, falling short.
Tongtian had long since begun to feel lost about the next steps on his cultivation path.
"Come out. No one here can detect your presence!"
The moment Tongtian finished speaking, a mass of black Qi flew straight out of his body.
It was none other than the God-Slaying Spear he had given to Luohu long ago!
The God-Slaying Spear hovered upright in the air as a demonic silhouette slowly coalesced, growing increasingly solid and substantial.
Boom!
Suddenly, a large, ashen foot stepped out of it.
Then Luohu, the Heavenly Demon Adept who had been gravely wounded by Jialou in the battle at the Imperial Pole Sect, appeared before Tongtian completely unharmed.
Luohu stood over eight feet tall, his muscular frame powerful and well proportioned.
As soon as he appeared, he stretched luxuriously, as though he had not moved in a thousand years.
"Ah, that feels good!"
"Your name's Tongtian, isn't it, brat?"
"I had some impression of you when I left the Primordial World. You seemed to be that old fellow Hongjun's little tagalong."
Looking at Luohu before him, Tongtian felt a swirl of conflicting emotions.
"Leaving everything else aside for now, Lord Demon Ancestor, could you put some clothes on first?"
"All that dangling is starting to hurt my eyes."
Luohu snorted coldly. Black Qi immediately shrouded his body, and a trace of displeasure appeared on his face.
"You certainly have plenty of rules, brat."
"Don't think that