" Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon!"
"That day, after my Seven-Colored Imperial Phoenix appeared on the Heavens Net of Causes Mirror, a Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon also appeared."
"And now, I see the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon on this Fellow Daoist Lu."
"This... could it be a coincidence?"
Recalling this scene, Di Yunxi's cheeks flushed slightly.
But then I got nervous again.
" Uncle Fu, Fellow Daoist Lu has now defeated that Earth Immortal."
Is there any possibility of escaping this projection of River of Time?
"This..."
Faced with Di Yunxi's question.
Uncle Fu was also unable to give a definite answer.
Whether he can make it out alive is not up to him.
Others' opinions don't count.
The only one who truly has the final say is that Azure Nether Azure Nether Mystic Crow Immortal Venerable.
For a moment, both of them fell silent.
As for those observing the Profound Immortal...
Little did they know that the owner of this Tomb of the River of Time was not yet dead.
They were also eagerly anticipating what Lu Li would find in the tomb.
Amidst the intense anticipation of the world...
But then they saw Lu Li collect all the items that Zhou Changfeng had scattered.
Not a single elixir or immortal crystal was lost.
His stingy manner made the group of immortals chuckle slightly.
After all, in their eyes, Lu Li was extraordinary and possessed many rare and precious treasures.
That's not the right attitude.
Why does he look like a Rogue Cultivator struggling with spiritual practice?
The faint laughter of the crowd reached Di Yunxi's ears.
Her expression changed instantly.
"Snort!"
A cold snort, seemingly out of nowhere, echoed throughout the entire Withered Marsh Forest.
The voice was tinged with anger.
The news reached the ears of the immortals, who were initially puzzled, but quickly came to their senses.
They said no more.
Even more extreme, some people directly set up two additional concealment arrays in front of them.
Even Uncle Fu couldn't help but glance at Di Yunxi again.
"Why do I detect a hint of... heartache in that humming?"
By this point, Uncle Fu had already realized that something was wrong.
From Di Yunxi's initial protection to this cold snort at this moment.
Then there was the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon phantom that had just manifested on Lu Li's body.
All of this made him realize the truth, even though he was single-mindedly devoted to the Dao.
The problem is that there's a hierarchy, and even if there's a problem, it's not his place to criticize.
All I can do is pray silently in my heart.
I hope Lu Li really does have some kind of background...
"Fellow Daoist Lu, were your days very difficult before...?"
He ignored the reactions and stares of those around him.
After giving a cold snort, Di Yunxi focused all her attention on Lu Li in the scene.
Lu Li's every move made her feel a little worried.
The way he carefully and hopefully put away all the pills and immortal crystals stirred a unique feeling in her heart.
It seems like she's feeling sorry for him?
Or do I still feel a strange sense of pity?
Like a child clutching worthless objects tightly in their palm.
As if afraid someone else would take it away from them.
This sight stirred a tender feeling deep within Di Yunxi's heart.
Even she herself didn't know.
Why do I feel this way?
In a daze, above the sky, within the Tomb of the River of Time.
Lu Li had already collected all the spoils of war.
But before he could fully explore this wondrous tomb...
Yet, amidst the corpses of the immortals, a faint aura was sensed.
"Huh? There are still living people."
The moment he sensed the presence, Lu Li stepped forward, his face wary.
He was about to kill the faint aura with a single palm strike.
A familiar, weak cry for help slowly reached my ears.
"Fellow Daoist... Fellow Daoist Lu, please spare my life..."
"No, Senior, Senior Lu, spare me!"
Amidst the cries and howls.
Lu Li an eyebrow, his fingertips flashing with spiritual light as he flicked upwards from the pile of corpses.
A familiar figure came into view.
The person before him was weak and covered in blood. Although he was in human form, Lu Li recognized him at a glance.
"You are... Crimson Crow?!"
"You, how did you get here?"
The person who was weak and calling for help was no stranger.
It was Crimson Crow.
Just now, Lu Li unleashed his divine power, fighting against a group of immortals and defying the Earth Immortal.
It was right there, witnessing the whole thing.
Naturally, they also recognized Lu Li's appearance.
Watching Lu Li single-handedly suppress and kill all the immortals.
Crimson Crow was even more shocked than when he first discovered the golden feather.
It never expected to run into Lu Li here.
They never imagined that in just a few decades, Lu Li, who had captured it twice before, would become so powerful.
Is this still an immortal?
Is he really not some reincarnation of an ancient god?
Crimson Crow was surprised, and Lu Li was equally astonished.
He never expected to see the Crimson Crow again.
But then, upon further reflection, my mind went blank for a moment.
"What a coincidence, this Withered Marsh Forest was the very place where I captured the Crimson Crow."
"Today, another Tomb of the River of Time has been opened in this place, and it is the tomb of the Golden Crow Immortal Venerable."
"The origin of those golden feathers must be from this Crimson Crow, right?"
"It is Three-Legged Exotic Bird, and today's encounter is truly wondrous."
Lu Li didn't harbor much malice towards Crimson Crow.
At least he had obtained a Demon Race Divine Ability from the other party.
Including this time, we've met three times.
Even if they're not friends, they're still acquaintances.
However, Crimson Crow, though weak, still looked sneaky and cunning.
Lu Li deliberately put on a stern face, concealing his surprise, and said in an icy tone.
"We've met again. Do you still remember what I said Wangyao City?"
"If we meet again, I won't be as easy to talk to as I was last time."
Lu Li's tone was indifferent, especially since he had just finished slaughtering the immortals.
He also exuded a fierce and menacing aura.
Even if what was said was ordinary, to Crimson Crow's ears it was like the most wicked words from the Nine Netherworlds.
The pressure he exerted was even greater than that of Zhou Changfeng.
Upon hearing this, Crimson Crow, the entire demon, almost burst into tears.
It had a long and arduous journey, and finally found a fortuitous opportunity.
But he was captured again, and just when he thought he was about to escape, he fell into the hands of this murderer.
This unexpected turn of events caused Crimson Crow unbearable pain.
As his face contorted in bitterness, his gaze involuntarily fell upon the majestic, massive crimson figure in the distance.
Then, as if remembering something, she suddenly remembered something.
He then looked at Lu Li with an excited expression.
"Senior, spare my life!"
"I possess a treasure, which I wish to offer to you, senior, but I beg you to spare my life."
"Oh? It's a treasure? Tell me about it."
"By the way, don't say anything you already know."
"Otherwise, you'll get a response like, 'Kill you, and the treasure will still be mine,' understand?"
Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Lu Li felt a surge of anticipation.
He certainly wouldn't kill Crimson Crow indiscriminately.
However, during these three meetings, Lu Li also sensed something unusual.
This Crimson Crow's Fate Pattern is quite interesting; every time he tries to save his life, he manages to gain something.
What I just said was simply to get them to speak freely and without reservation.
Seeing that Crimson Crow had responded, he was naturally filled with anticipation.
On the other hand, Crimson Crow gritted his teeth upon hearing Lu Li's words, and then spoke in a muffled voice.
"Senior, this is the Tomb of the Golden Crow. Therefore, Senior, you have granted me the inheritance of the Tomb of the Golden Crow."
"I... I'll be your dog, senior!"