Zhang Long woke up abruptly from his unconsciousness, instantly entering a state of high alert as he carefully observed everything around him.
To his astonishment, he discovered that his injuries had completely healed, and his entire body felt incomparably light. Even when he had successfully established his foundation within his sect, he had never felt this good.
"What is going on? Could it be that I've encountered some fortuitous encounter inside the Devil's Den?" Zhang Long muttered to himself, staring at his hands in utter disbelief.
Just then, a hoarse voice sounded: "Is running into this seat supposed to be a fortuitous encounter?"
Zhang Long whirled around sharply to see Luosa standing nearby. He hadn't noticed his presence just moments before when scanning the surroundings, which immediately gave him a jolt, making him realize he had run into an expert.
Moreover, in his chaotic memories, he did remember seeing a shadowy figure right before losing consciousness. Could it be that this person had saved him?
Zhang Long dropped heavily to his knees, cupped his fists toward Luosa, and said, "Senior, your grace in saving my life is something this junior can never repay. Once I have avenged my deep enmity, I will serve you as a beast of burden!"
Hearing this, Luosa burst into laughter, teasingly asking, "You really like being a beast of burden? What a pity that you're destined to live the life of a beast of burden, and you won't even get a chance to exact your revenge."
"Senior may have saved my life, but I cannot agree with what you just said!" Zhang Long's expression shifted as he immediately retorted.
Luosa's laughter ceased instantly. In a flash, he stood right before Zhang Long, and before the young man could react, Luosa had already seized him by the throat: "What are you going to use to exact your revenge? You have neither strength nor resources, and even your little life is in my hands."
Zhang Long could not speak at that moment because Luosa's grip was too tight. He struggled fiercely, but it had no effect; yet his eyes held not a shred of fear—only anger and unyielding defiance.
"I like the look in your eyes." Luosa suddenly released his hand, looking at the battered youth before him with an amused expression.
Luosa had long since deduced that Zhang Long was blessed with great destiny; even if he stumbled into the Devil's Den, he wouldn't die here. Had he not intervened to save him, some other external force would have stepped in to keep him alive.
Since Zhang Long was destined for great achievements in the future, living another ninety thousand years would be no difficult feat. Therefore, Luosa not only saved his life, but also used the demonic Qi of the Devil's Den to remold his physique, terrifyingly enhancing his innate talent and constitution.
Zhang Long scrambled to his feet, panting heavily, and asked, "Senior, what exactly do you mean by this? Since you saved my life earlier, I will have no complaints even if you want to kill me now!"
Luosa raised a hand and produced a piece of blood jade, saying, "If I wanted to kill you, why would I have saved you? But I am curious—what price are you willing to pay for your revenge?"
Zhang Long fell silent for a moment, then dropped to his knees once more, his expression resolute as he said, "I am willing to pay any price! Even my life!"
Seeing this, Luosa nodded slightly. He had long since divined Zhang Long's past, thinking to himself that while this person would achieve greatness in the future, it was a pity he was completely brainless when it came to romance—that precious Senior Sister of his sect hadn't even deigned to look at him properly, yet he was willing to throw his life away just to avenge her.
With that thought, he flicked his wrist and tossed out the blood jade in his hand: "Inside this jade is a sacred scripture of the Demonic Path called *Blood Sea Fights the Heavenly Dao*, comprising a total of seven realms. Your Foundation Establishment cultivation is ruined, and your constitution has been demonized, so cultivating this technique will yield twice the result with half the effort."
Hearing this, Zhang Long hurriedly picked up the blood jade. Despite his inner urgency, instead of examining the *Blood Sea Fights the Heavenly Dao*, he kowtowed three times and bowed nine times to Luosa in a formal master-disciple ceremony.
"Master is above, please accept this disciple's kowtow!"
Luosa flicked his hand, knocking him flat onto the ground, and sneered, "You are still not worthy of being my disciple. This *Blood Sea Fights the Heavenly Dao* is a branch of the Slaughter Path. If you can make your way through that mountain of corpses and sea of blood, you might barely qualify."
"This disciple will certainly not let Master down!" Zhang Long struck his head against the ground three more times. When he raised his head again, however, he found that Luosa's figure had already vanished.
After parting ways with Zhang Long, Luosa walked through every corner of the Devil's Den, seeing countless bizarre and monstrous beasts, and even encountering a few human veteran fiends who had been cultivating on the periphery of the Devil's Den for thousands of years.
However, although these individuals possessed formidable cultivation, they were no match for Luosa. According to his calculations, after Han Feng transformed into a Demonic Zombie, he would possess at least the peak of the Deity Transformation Stage, just a single step away from the Tribulation Transcending realm.
Although this body was inferior to the Demonic Zombie transformed by the Underworld Emperor, its strength was still enough for him to walk unhindered across the Taixuan Realm. Just as he was planning to leave the Devil's Den to enjoy life, something unexpected happened.
Han Feng's body left the Devil's Den, and Luosa's consciousness, which had been anchored inside it, was bounced right back. His soul was trapped within the Demonic Zombie, while his consciousness was bound within the Devil's Den!
At this moment, Luosa couldn't help unleashing a torrent of curses. After waiting for a long time without seeing Han Feng enter the Devil's Den, he grew furious and began calculating, only to discover that Han Feng's whereabouts were unknown—he had vanished within some Forbidden Zone.
This was utterly absurd. What kind of mess was this? Not only was he unable to get out, but he had also gone and lost his future number one vanguard warrior! Luosa felt that he was still too young; hereafter, he should always make calculations first before making any decisions.
Unable to leave for the time being, Luosa didn't feel like wandering aimlessly around the Devil's Den either. Settling his mind for a rare moment of tranquility, he once more sought to comprehend the *Forty-Nine* and the *Taixuan Divine Refining*, knowing that his fundamental footing in the future would still rely on his own personal strength.
A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. The calm Blood Sea suddenly began to seethe, and amidst a deafening roar, a bloody figure soared into the sky. Cloaked in crimson robes with a stern and ruthless expression, twin bolts of bloody light flashed within his eyes, enough to send a chill straight down anyone's spine.
Luosa, who was deep in cultivation, was disturbed by this powerful fluctuation. Frowning, he split off a thread of divine sense to investigate and discovered that it was actually Zhang Long, who had sneaked deep into the Blood Sea to cultivate and had now broken through to the Tribulation Transcending realm!
Comparison really could drive a person to despair! Luosa had remained almost entirely stagnant over the past thousand years, while Zhang Long had surged forward triumphantly to become a mighty expert of the Tribulation Transcending realm. It truly made Luosa want to laugh through his tears.
Although Luosa currently possessed no physical vessel to inhabit, he integrated his divine sense into the Blood Sea, and the next moment, the blood coalesced into a human shape, appearing directly opposite Zhang Long. Without any radiating pressure, he stood quietly atop the Blood Sea.
This blood-formed figure that materialized out of thin air appeared exceedingly bizarre; even with Zhang Long's current cultivation, he had no idea how it had appeared. He immediately furrowed his brow and asked, "What kind of freak are you? I have been cultivating in the Blood Sea for a thousand years, and this is the first time I've ever laid eyes on you."
Hearing this, Luosa slowly said, "What? Change bodies and you can't even recognize me anymore?"
Zhang Long was startled, then immediately dropped to his knees before the blood figure and kowtowed: "So it is Master! This disciple is blind, I beg Master to forgive my offense!"
Luosa marveled at Zhang Long's cultivation speed, but Zhang Long was equally astonished by Luosa's unfathomable depth. Even with his cultivation at the Tribulation Transcending realm, he still could not fathom Luosa's true baseline.
"Today, I, Luosa, Lord of the Devil's Den, officially take you as my disciple. Furthermore, Zhang Long died in the Devil's Den a thousand years ago, so I bestow upon you a new name: Buried Dragon," Luosa said slowly, bestowing upon Zhang Long a name he himself considered extremely cool.
Zhang Long—no, Buried Dragon—gladly accepted it, then cupped his fists and said, "Many thanks, Master, for bestowing this name. It's just that this disciple's deep enmity remains unavenged, and I cannot continue to remain in the Devil's Den."
"Go," Luosa waved a large hand, sending Buried Dragon straight to the exit of the Devil's Den.