Blood moon hung in the sky, the starlight of the night gradually dimming, and the red hue beca more pronounced.
Entirely battered and beyond recognition, Luo Qiantuo was supported by Luohu’s incarnation, struggling to leave the wilderness.
"Although Lu Qingshan is a rare sword embryo, he’s still rely a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Realm, short of the Sword Immortal Realm; facing you, he should have no chance of winning at all, how could he leave you in such a pitiful state?" Luohu’s incarnation pondered before asking.
"No," Luo Qiantuo flatly rejected Luohu’s incarnation’s assessnt of Lu Qingshan, "this Lu Qingshan is not a once-in-a-millennium sword embryo, but a once-in-ten-thousand-years."
"One could even say that there has never been a sword cultivator like him in the Human Race before, nor will there ever be." He affird without hesitation.
Thinking of that final slash by Lu Qingshan, the world-shaking sword that turned the night into day, Luo Qiantuo felt a chill in his heart.
He didn’t make too many excuses for his defeat, even if one could certainly cite a couple of reasons.
"This person must be prevented from achieving Sword Immortal status. Luohu, once my injuries improve sowhat, I will use tracking techniques to help you find the duo and kill them; we cannot let the tiger return to the mountain." Luo Qiantuo said through gritted teeth, with hatred towards Lu Qingshan and deep apprehension in his heart.
"You don’t need to be overly concerned about this. Lu Qingshan’s injuries are even more severe than yours; he’s a Sword Cultivator with a frail physical body, so even if he returns to the Human Realm, he’s likely to be a cripple." Luohu’s incarnation seed less bothered by Lu Qingshan’s situation than Luo Qiantuo.
"It was probably not that simple," Luo Qiantuo didn’t find comfort in Luohu’s words, taking a breath before continuing, "The gap between his cultivation and mine was so vast, it should have been a sure victory for , yet he was the one who won in the end. It wasn’t luck; this is sothing he could achieve, and I don’t believe he would end up a cripple."
"Well, even if Lu Qingshan possesses extraordinary abilities, with such severe injuries, how could he recover without decades or centuries? His recovery power couldn’t possibly surpass yours, could it?" Luohu’s incarnation mulled over before speaking again.
Luo Qiantuo remained silent.
His injuries were too severe, requiring at least a hundred years of recuperation to heal.
Lu Qingshan’s injuries were even graver, and his physical body couldn’t compare, so even if he didn’t beco a cripple, recovery would unquestionably need more ti.
Luohu was right about that.
"In decades or centuries by then, the Human Realm would have already completely fallen, and by that ti, not only would his injuries be unhealed, even achieving Sword Immortal would be too late." Luohu’s incarnation stated expressionlessly.
"Of course, keeping them in the abyss would be ideal."
"If not, there’s no need to force it."
After hearing Luohu’s words, Luo Qiantuo had to admit that what he said was indeed reasonable and he was sowhat paranoid.
"However, Luohu, when did you cultivate such a powerful incarnation?" Luo Qiantuo’s eyes flickered, an unusual thought crossed his mind.
He was deeply puzzled within.
The technique of incarnation wasn’t considered particularly secret, nor was it specific to the Asura Clan.
Luo Qiantuo had not practiced such techniques, but had knowledge of them.
The so-called incarnation technique appears to allow one to produce a powerful incarnation, but to top-tier demonic cultivators like them, it is rather wasteful.
Because incarnations need to be refined.
The issue is that beings like the Asura Clan, one of the Eight Great Holy Demon Clans, possess incomparably strong bloodlines, how could a refined incarnation possibly compare to their main body?
The demonic race’s cultivation system is based on bloodline, which limits the prospects of a refined incarnation, hardly worth ntioning.
To divide one’s divine soul for an incarnation with limited potential seems a loss.
Hence, Luo Qiantuo had always scorned the incarnation technique.
But today, his disdain could no longer persist as the Luohu incarnation before him displayed formidable strength beyond ordinary confines.
...
Facing Luo Qiantuo’s inquiry, Luohu’s incarnation did not reply.
Seeing no response from Luohu’s incarnation, Luo Qiantuo smirked, unsurprised, and didn’t continue probing—this must be Luohu’s big secret, not sharing it is normal.
"Had you not rushed here in ti today, I would have beco the stepping stone for this new Sect Master of the Sword Sect. I won’t dare forget the life-saving grace." After remaining silent for a while, Luo Qiantuo spoke again to thank Luohu’s incarnation.
After painstakingly attaining his current cultivation and status, dying at the hands of a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Realm would be terribly unjust!
"You’re welco, how could I let you just die in soone else’s hands?" Luohu’s incarnation suddenly laughed.
His laughter was eerie, chilling Luo Qiantuo to the bone.
"My injuries are severe, needing about a hundred years to fully recover. I won’t be able to contribute to the upcoming battles, must heal in the Black Armor Domain, leaving Guangling Pass to the three of you." Luo Qiantuo said again, trying to ignore the incarnation’s eerie laugh.
"No problem," Luohu’s incarnation replied, "not everyone needs to be on the front lines to contribute to the Asura Clan."
"Hmm?" Luo Qiantuo was montarily stunned, unable to grasp the aning.
Dong!
The sudden sound jolted Luo Qiantuo awake, realizing that Luohu’s incarnation hadn’t brought him back to Buddha King City.
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