"Honestly, I didn't care about the others. To me, they were nothing but insignificant existences."
"I could deal with them whenever I had the chance, but you, Taiqing, were different!"
"I made painstaking preparations to deal with you, but unfortunately, it was all in vain!"
"That Haotian was truly too foolish, and far too weak."
"I thought he could force you to reveal your trump cards so I could strike while you were weakened, but unfortunately..."
Watching Taiqing, who remained alert at every moment, the Demonic Buddha Ancestor hiding in the darkness finally revealed himself.
The Demonic Buddha Ancestor's appearance at this moment was completely different from that of the Buddha Ancestor's true body.
He resembled a dried corpse, his withered body covered in pustules.
His head in particular was covered with countless pustules, some of which had already burst open.
In an instant, tiny winged imps with gaping mouths crawled out from them.
These imps, each less than the size of a thumb, fed on the Buddha Ancestor's flesh and blood and were filled with demonic nature.
In Taiqing's senses, even the weakest of these imps possessed strength comparable to a Golden Immortal of Grand Da Luo, making the value of the Buddha Ancestor's flesh and blood obvious.
Apart from these imps, four special tentacles grew from the Buddha Ancestor's ribs.
This made him seem to have six arms. In addition, his dark green eyes were deeply unsettling; an ordinary person might have their mind shaken with just one glance.
With such an appearance, if Taiqing had not sensed the dense Buddhist nature on him, even he would have found it difficult to recognize what this thing was.
This thing had completely lost the image a Buddha Ancestor should have possessed. It was no different from Demonic Beasts, enough