Myriad Martial Realm, Lu Yang withdrew his Dharma body and silently descended. At this moment, he stood at the edge of a towering mountain range, beside a cliff face as smooth as a mirror. There, a clear and slender crack was distinctly visible.
He had left it there deliberately. After all, if it were completely sealed off and cut off from the nourishment of the outside world’s spiritual energy, even a Heavenly Demon would gradually weaken and eventually dissipate into nothingness. This fissure served as a ventilation shaft.
And looking through the fissure, extending deep into the mountain wall, one could faintly see a mass of black shadow spreading out like water, unable to even coalesce into human form. It was precisely the Primordial Heavenly Demon.
‘This is somewhat unexpected.’
Lu Yang looked up at the sky. To be honest, he had thought that at the final moment, the Saint Sect’s old undying would intervene, using [Fixed Destiny] to rescue the being and send it off to the Heavenly Mansion. Yet no one cared for it.