Luohu's heart sank deeper and deeper.
He knew all too well that, although he had been reborn through the Heart-Demon Path, he was now only a primordial origin golden immortal.
In other words, the quasi-saint realm as all living beings understood it.
With such cultivation, he could not claim to be invincible even against some of the foremost Ancient Mighty Experts.
Much less when facing his old adversary, Hongjun.
Those nine layers of Heavenly Dao shackles were tightening, inch by inch.
With every fraction they tightened, another layer of the demonic qi within him was shredded.
Pain alone could not describe the sensation. It was more like an endless torrent of lightning grinding away his Dao foundation, layer by layer.
And Hongjun stood high in the heavens, never sparing him another glance.
Just one casual gesture.
Ninefold Shackles.
It did not even count as a serious attack.
When that realization struck Luohu, it weighed heavier than those nine layers of shackles.
The gap.
A gap so vast it was absurd.
In the past, he had fought Hongjun for supremacy. Although he had lost, he had at least been able to fight, to force Hongjun to give his all.
But now? He had been reborn as a primordial origin golden immortal, while Hongjun had long since surpassed the limits of a hunyuan limitless daluo golden immortal.
Two or three major realms.
A gulf spanning two or three entire major realms.
This was not a gap he could bridge by staking his life. It was a heavenly chasm.
"Heh..."
Luohu forced a dry laugh from his throat.
Yet the chill wrapped within that laugh sent the temperature plunging across a thousand miles.
Perhaps the ordinary disciples sensed little clearly.
But at that moment, Tongtian's gaze shifted slightly.
There was only one reason!