"Ananda..."
Meng Qi had thought he understood Ananda somewhat.
Yet after hearing that hate-filled cry, hatred that had not faded through countless ages, his heart still felt heavy.
Just what had He done?
Hated by everyone.
Whether the demon race or the Buddhas, they all bore such immense hatred toward Him.
"The Demon Saint had likely reached the other shore when he stormed Spirit Mountain.
"The Buddha's extinction likely meant he had attained the Dao Fruit.
"Back when Ananda was still a Legend, for someone as great as the Demon Saint to have no choice but to leave alone—there was no need to question His abilities and methods.
"Come on. We'll uncover His secrets one step at a time."
The group then continued deeper into Spirit Mountain.
With Xu Yue and Meng Qi present, even when they encountered the remains of Arhats and Bodhisattvas along the way, it caused no trouble. They defeated them one by one.
Meng Qi also used the unique properties of his Primordial Nine Seals to piece together scene after scene from their obsessions.
Gradually learning and reconstructing what had happened back then.
Ten Thousand Buddhas entered nirvana, and ten thousand demons perished together!
Behind it all, Ananda's shadow seemed to loom.
Soon afterward, they came upon the Golden Body Remains of Venerable Kashyapa.
As one of the Buddha's two most outstanding disciples, Kashyapa had always been as renowned as Ananda.
Yet no one had expected that he too had passed away here, unable to escape.
Filled with vigilance, they began examining Kashyapa's golden body.
Then they found a palm print on his back.
Though countless ages had passed, they could still sense that this strike had extinguished every trace of Kashyapa's vitality.
The injury was on his back.
Buddha's Palm!
The killer was Ananda!
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