"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
The Demon Ancestor shook his head slightly, a complex expression in his eyes.
Most of the cultivators Li Mo brought from the Immortal Realm could be named as if buried in the depths of his mind, were long-forgotten memories.
Unfortunately, everything was utterly destroyed in the cataclysm.
Leaning against the Immortal Mountain, the Demon Ancestor's aura had not a hint of evil. Instead, it exuded a sense of seeing through the worldly matters.
"Maitreya Buddha, you don't really think that devouring me will free you from the Immortal and Mortal Realms, do you?"
Maitreya Buddha approached the Demon Ancestor with a smile at the corner of his mouth. The overwhelming Buddha Light shone upon the Immortal Mountain, piercing through the thick clouds overhead.
The Demon Ancestor lowered his head, staring at his fingertips, where a cancer cell floated up and down.
