The Primordial Law Sword, like a ferry crossing over, carried Zhou Dao's Divine Soul, descending into the void.
"Primordial King..." The Highly Poisonous Taoist's eyes trembled, as if a drowning man had grasped a life-saving straw, and he saw hope for survival.
He never expected that, at the turn of life and death, Zhou Dao would descend here to shield him from the Slaughter Tribulation.
"My fate with the Demon Control Department really is difficult to sever."
The Highly Poisonous Taoist couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Back then, when he left the Demon Control Department to join the Demon Suppression Bureau, fate dealt him a cruel hand. His fleshbody was destroyed, and he could only hide beyond the sky, gasping for breath.
That day, when he encountered Zhou Dao, facing the heir of the Demon Control Department, he originally wanted to capture and devour him, but instead he was enslaved by the other.