Harvesting in the primitive world

The primeval world.

Heavenly soul temple.

Di Huo was sitting in a lotus position in one of the rooms. His eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness.

This was his clone, his only clone.

After he had occupied the primitive world, his avatar had also come to the primitive world and had been cultivating in seclusion.

But now, his main body had actually fallen. This was something he could not accept.

One had to know that this clone of his was only at the high extreme of the Dao realm, and it didn't have a million-year Saint bone. It was several levels weaker than the original.

"Who is it?"

Di Huo growled, shaking the entire secret room. His voice was filled with anger.

Buzzzzzz!

With a flash, an old man in a gray robe appeared in front of di Huo.

"What's wrong?"

The gray-robed man looked at di Huo with a puzzled expression.