The Buddha Master had fallen, the Thief Saint had been carried off, and Boundless Mountain had been destroyed.
One piece of news after another spread from the Brahma Heaven Realm. Boundless Mountain had countless disciples, and the factions entangled behind them formed a complex web. The news swiftly spread through every province and city.
Not long after Li Hao and Li Muxiu had left in succession, two dark figures appeared on Boundless Mountain. When they saw the ruined Spirit Mountain and sensed the lingering power of the Great Dao in the air, their expressions changed sharply.
Soon, they dispersed like wisps of smoke and departed.
Outside Great Yu Province, in a hidden sanctuary within a sprawling mountain range.
Mist shrouded the surroundings, and few people ventured there.
Two figures appeared silently, descending like ghosts into a hall in a secluded part of a mountain peak.
"Demon Sheep Venerable, we just received word and went to investigate. That Buddha Master who approached us about cooperating-he's dead!"
One of them, a Black-robed Youth, spoke in a low voice.
Beside him stood a shapely woman with purple markings on her cheeks. Had Li Hao been there, he would have recognized them as the two Desolate Gods who had appeared outside Qingzhou City.
Before them, an enormous old man squatted on the ground, his hunched back rising high as though he carried a thick slab of stone. He held a black cane, crooked as an ancient tree. A human face sat atop the cane, its eyes constantly rolling about and occasionally narrowing into an eerie smile.
"The Buddha Master?"
Hearing the youth's words, the old man turned around, layers of wrinkles drooping over the bags beneath his eyes. He glanced at the Black-robed Youth and asked:
"Really? What about Mara?"
The Black-robed Youth said