Taking Kunxu Ancestor as my master?
Lu Chenzhou felt no ripples in his heart.
After all, he was the True Disciple of the Yuan Mountain Master.
He even had a chance to enter into the retinue of Ancient Emperor Lanshan.
He lacked neither master nor inheritance.
However, if he could draw Kunxu Ancestor into his own camp, then to resist the Divine Alliance would surely become a mere trifle.
Yet such a figure was as the Divine Dragon—its head glimpsed, its tail unseen.
Whether friend or foe, it remained unknown.
Without Eighth Realm cultivation, one was not qualified to converse on equal footing.
Lu Chenzhou concealed the immense corpses of the Blood Flood Dragon Demon Venerate and Mountain Forest Demon Venerate on the spot, masking them with an array.
Now, in the form of a spiritual embodiment, it was inconvenient to carry these spoils to other worlds.
He could only wait for his true body to arrive and take them away together with the previous gains from the mines.
