Sumeru Mountain.
Outside Demon Ancestor Rahula's cave dwelling.
Five people had stood outside for a long while, each wearing a troubled expression, none daring to enter.
"Shiva, why don't you go tell him?"
Mahābrahmā glanced at Shiva beside him and told him to report to the Demon Ancestor.
Shiva was no fool. He retorted, "I'm not going. It's not like you don't know the Demon Ancestor's temperament. Why don't you go?"
"Don't I still have matters to handle? I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself."
Mahābrahmā knew the Demon Ancestor's temperament well enough and naturally did not dare to provoke him.
He turned to Kāmadeva and said, "Then you go. You usually don't contribute much anyway, so report the affairs of the various races to the Demon Ancestor."
"I'm not going either. It's not like you don't know what those races are like now. Besides, what right do you have to say that about me? What contribution have you made? All you do all day is order me around. I'm not doing it."
Kāmadeva did not give Mahābrahmā the slightest face and directly snapped back at him.
"You..."
Mahābrahmā had not expected Kāmadeva to dare speak to him like that. He exploded with rage, ready to teach him a proper lesson.
At that moment, Chāturmahārājakāyika Bodhisattva roared, "Enough! Stop arguing! The Demon Ancestor's Supernatural Power is boundless; he naturally knows the reasons behind this. We only need to report the truth."
Suddenly, a mass of Black Qi shot out from within the cave dwelling, taking the form of a figure.
It was none other than Rahula.
Everyone hurriedly fell to their knees and shouted, "Demon Ancestor!"
Rahula wore a stern expression as he said in a low voice, "What are you making such a fuss about? Don't you know