Chapter 518

Although He Zhao had abandoned his own body and possessed Solang in spirit in order to infiltrate Bufa Temple and secretly cultivate its high-level techniques, his connection to the Great Vehicle Buddha had not been severed. It remained just as tight.

That thing acted on the soul. As long as a certain shameless bastard's soul had not been scattered, or the Substitute Ghoul had not broken free of the Skull of the Great Vehicle Buddha's restraints three hundred years later...

The current Great Vehicle Buddha, the Son of the Witch who had now been renamed [Pfft—], could forget about ever escaping.

Unless His injuries could heal instantly and His strength could be amplified back to His prime.

Otherwise, a mere god who was an overage late-born child + congenitally malnourished + severely injured + reduced to nothing but a golden skeleton from head to toe clearly could not resist the Substitute Ghoul, which had devoured its own kind tens of thousands of times and transformed into the Blood-Colored Ghoul Shadow.

Only after a long while did the intense burning sensation all over His body finally slowly fade.

He could at last breathe a sigh of relief and rest in peace.

But in the next second, He discovered that the injuries He had spent two years recovering from had suddenly been struck hard again. More than seven hundred days of effort were scrapped on the spot, all turned into useless work.

Damn it, all that effort for nothing.

At that moment, the entire god wanted to cry but had no tears.

Why did I even come out!

He was supposed to rise up and capture the Thirteen Temples, not become some pervert who repeatedly endured torture.

"Ahhhhhhh—"

This time, it was not that the Famous Ruthless Person had started tormenting people