The little girl ultimately turned and left, never returning to the Heavenly Court.
In the sky.
Dark clouds churned, gathering into a human face that looked down expressionlessly upon the earth and the departing little girl.
Faced with such a chaotic scene, most people felt fear.
But for some, it was also a feast.
Ran Deng's hands were covered in blood. He took a deep breath as though savoring it, even licking the blood from his fingers. "This is much more convenient than searching for them one by one."
On the ground, a monk stared wide-eyed in shock and terror, long since bereft of breath.
Ran Deng slowly crouched down and looked at the corpse.
"I like the fear in your eyes."
As he spoke, Ran Deng personally gouged out the monk's eyes and admired them in his palm.
In the end, he even kept them.
He placed them in a special cloth pouch, already filled with all manner of eyeballs.
Beneath the projection of Spirit Mountain.
Wang Ye watched with a smile, his figure slowly floating into the air.
An old monk sat cross-legged at the mountain gate with his eyes shut.
Upon sensing Wang Ye's arrival, the old monk slowly opened his eyes. After studying Wang Ye for a moment, he finally said unhurriedly, "Go in."
"Mm."
With a hint of caution on his face, Wang Ye nodded to the old monk before landing on the ground and entering Spirit Mountain.
The moment he entered Spirit Mountain, Wang Ye sensed several powerful auras.
Clearly, in just three short days, several Buddhas had already awakened and returned to their posts.
Quite a few Bodhisattvas and Arhats had returned as well.
Wang Ye could not help but click his tongue inwardly.
He had clearly killed quite a few