"From this day forth, I, Luohu, have returned to the Primordial World and established myself on Mount Sumeru. Hereby, I found my own sect!"
"My first battle upon returning is over. Henceforth, there shall be no Western Teachings beneath heaven-only the Demonic Sect!"
At that moment.
As Luohu spoke, his demonic might surged to the heavens.
His voice resounded throughout the Primordial World.
Everyone heard it.
And everyone trembled.
That name had lain buried for who knew how many years.
Perhaps some knew nothing of it, but that did nothing to diminish his power.
Nor did it erase those dark years that had terrified countless immortals.
Luohu.
A name that still rang like thunder, even after countless ages.
They had thought it vanished entirely, yet today, it once again resounded across the Primordial World!
At Wuzhuang Temple.
Zhen Yuanzi also heard the declaration, and his heart instantly shuddered.
Nothing could have shaken him more deeply.
Even the slaying of a Saint had surprised Zhen Yuanzi without leaving him dazed like this.
Luohu's appearance brought back memories of a certain dark era.
Those memories were hardly pleasant, of course. At this moment, only one thought occupied his mind.
Why had the Demon Ancestor appeared?
And why was he announcing himself to the world so brazenly?
What about the Dao Ancestor?
Where was he?
Why hadn't he responded?
Within the Heavenly Dao Space.
The Four Saints had gathered together.
Jieyin and Zhunti had just given their assurances and even taken on the task of dealing with Luohu's remaining followers.
In truth, they had little choice.
After all, the Western Teachings was now the only sect whose forces could still be deployed.
The Chan Sect and Human Sect had suffered such devastating losses that they had barely anyone left to use.
Thus, at