Chapter 1811: Back to Square One

Luo Fu, having stabilized, finally let out a breath of relief.

Looking around at the endless rolling mountains and the lush, verdant landscape, Luo Fu felt the chaotic spiritual energy here was extraordinary; a strange beast's cry echoed, startling flocks of birds into flight.

He stared at his hands, clenched his fist with slight force, and felt a surging, powerful aura rush through him.

"Huh?"

He clenched his fist again, and as expected, he sensed a stream of spiritual energy constantly circulating within his dantian, as if any misstep might cause it to burst through.

This did not feel like the sensation he had during his battle with the Dark Chaotic Demon God.

He tried to exert himself once more, but found his entire body blocked—this feeling made Luo Fu dread the worst.

He immediately pulled up the Multiverse Chat Group, but it was in sleep mode—an unprecedented occurrence.

No matter what method he tried, he could not make the Multiverse Chat Group speak again, though his points were still present.

Luo Fu had also tried using those points to select a return to the Cthulhu world, but it was useless; only a system dialogue could return him to the River of Time.

The River of Time anchor point in this world has already been established!

He sighed helplessly.

The more he thought about it, the more certain he became that the points used last time and the rescued legendary projection clone had gone wrong.

But now, nothing he did seemed able to undo it—all had returned to square one.

Since he was here, he might as well make peace with it.

Luo Fu remained optimistic; after all, with his current cultivation base, he wouldn't starve here, and whether he could regain his peak cultivation was up to human effort.

As Luo Fu surveyed his surroundings, he suddenly spotted a blindingly fast black shadow flickering ahead.

The shadow shot out instantly, flying straight to Luo Fu's face—he barely dodged by bending low, but nearly fell over.

Before he could rise, the shadow leapt again from the tree, slamming straight down toward his face.

Though his internal cultivation base was chaotic, a strange surge of malevolence rose in his body, lifting him into the air—he flipped twice midair and instantly stabilized his posture.

The black shadow attacked again; Luo Fu now knew it meant harm. He grabbed a tree trunk as thick as his arm and struck it as the shadow charged forward.

"Puff!"

The shadow let out a muffled grunt, but its speed didn't slow—it kept barreling forward.

Seeing this had no effect, Luo Fu gritted his teeth: if he pushed his spiritual power now, his body might not survive.

To save his life, he had no choice but to push to his absolute limit.

He didn't want to die just after arriving in this world, with the Multiverse Chat Group in sleep mode—that would be too costly; how long would it take to recover his physical form through the River of Time again?

Thinking of this, Luo Fu refused to endure those pains and torments—even if he lost an arm, he had to kill this unknown black shadow.

After being struck by the tree trunk, the black shadow's entire body brimmed with malevolence; in an instant, it surged forward from thirty meters away, charging straight at Luo Fu.

Like a madman with no regard for life!

The moment Luo Fu activated his internal cultivation base, golden light suddenly flooded his eyes—his pupils turned entirely gold.