Yao Wan could not help shaking her head, then sighed.
"I knew nothing good could possibly come of coming to a place like this."
"Hmph. I wondered why. So it was only a blind cat stumbling onto a dead mouse. Boring."
The golden Buddhist aura on its body softened and peeled away like burning gold foil, gradually revealing the mottled, filthy, chaotic face beneath. The demon stretched its body slightly, then spoke.
"...But was it also because of this Buddha Bone Golden Statue? Bald Donkey, even dead, you still won't rest in peace."
The moment it finished speaking, the demon turned its head toward the Buddha Bone Golden Statue scattered across the ground and spat.
Then the demon raised its head and looked toward Xiao Yan and the others.
"But this is all that Bald Donkey could do. So what if he was a supreme being in the past? Isn't he still just a pile of withered bones underfoot?"
"You—you are?! Ugh..."
The Medicine Emperor took a deep breath, only to suddenly feel as though her heart had been seized in a fist, making it hard for her to breathe as her head throbbed as if it would split.
Her vision flickered with countless chaotic, disordered images like damaged film, before finally freezing on that tremendous calamity tens of thousands of years ago. At the outer edge of the Sumeru Realm, as they were trying to rush back to Spirit Mountain, they had watched helplessly as, centered on the great hall, raging Demonic Fire rose and covered the entire Sumeru Realm.
Heart demons danced in the sky above Thunder Sound Temple, and that scene of doomsday descending was carved deep into her heart.
Even though the Buddha Sect of old had no small number of Earth Supreme experts like her,