In the Primordial World, west of the Western Buddhist Sect.
More precisely, this place was almost at the very edge of the entire world.
Within a secret realm hidden in the void, beyond anyone's perception.
Rumble...
Rumble...
There was nothing else here. All that met the eye were vast swaths of surging demonic qi, thick beyond measure, like a sea of clouds.
A single glance was enough to fill the heart with unease and make the scalp prickle.
Then, at a certain moment, a sudden change erupted!
The demonic qi filling the sky seemed to answer some summons, abruptly drawing inward and slowly contracting toward the center.
Within it, a figure gradually manifested.
This was none other than...
Demon Ancestor Luohu.
The muscles in Luohu's face twitched violently.
His eyes opened wide, red light flickering fiercely in their depths.
"Damn it!"
"What's going on?"
Luohu let out a low roar.
The aura surrounding him instantly ran wild.
Vast demonic might swept outward, grinding the black rocks on the ground into powder.
Just moments earlier.
From somewhere beyond perception, a mysterious, unfathomable force had descended.
It had bypassed the barriers of space outright.
And forcibly siphoned away a portion of his power.
Luohu raised his right hand.
A mass of pure heart-demon origin condensed at his fingertips.
The origin, once pitch-black as ink, was now slowly losing its color.
Wisps of power were escaping uncontrollably.
"Who?"
"Who in this world dares steal my magic power!"
Luohu clenched his teeth.
Fury rampaged wildly through his chest.
Through the heart-demon path, he had reconstructed his demon ancestor dao body and returned to the world.
He had hidden at the edge of the Primordial World.
Even his breathing had been kept under strict restraint.
Now, having finally seized an opportunity, he was about to