Meanwhile, Mother Li, Liu Xian'er, and the others closest to Li Xiaoya were thrown into anxious panic when his Soul Life-Bell suddenly dimmed in warning.
At that moment, on a stretch of sea beneath Treasure Mountain!
"Hahahaha! My physical body! My physical body was actually here!" An unbearably grating voice, like that of a hungry ghost crawling out of hell, roared from a small boat on the sea, brimming with excitement.
On that little boat stood a figure several zhang tall, far larger than a human, roaring in wild excitement. Countless wisps of black qi shrouded his entire body, concealing his true appearance.
Suddenly!
"Urgh!" The figure wrapped in black qi staggered, nearly dropping to his knees. A muffled groan escaped him, as though he were injured, and his roaring abruptly stopped.
"Damn it! I actually lost so much cultivation!" the figure cursed furiously, panting for breath. Then he sat cross-legged on the boat and began meditating.
"Humans! Li Xiaoya! I, the Devastation Devil Lord, will make you pay!" Only after a long while did the enormous, shrouded figure open his eyes. A pair of blood-red eyes shone through the glow, radiating an astonishing red light as he spoke venomously.
This shadowy figure was actually the Devastation Devil Lord? And he had recovered his physical body? What had happened?
As it turned out!
Not long before, when the five-colored flame spewed out by the Little Pavilion atop the Main Peak pursued the Devastation Devil Lord, it had nearly devoured his entire nascent soul and primordial spirit. Fortunately, he happened to encounter an attack by the Kunqi Sect cultivators. When they attacked him, an idea struck him, and he deliberately let their magic treasures hit him, bursting apart. His primordial spirit and nascent soul, however, concealed themselves and escaped as a