"Ba Zunan, did you see it?"
On Lingyu Mountain, Xu Xiaoshou looked toward the former site of the osmanthus grove, staring at where Ghost Buddha was, his expression grave.
"Mm..."
Ba Zunan looked no better. He murmured, "The worst outcome."
Li Fugui and Mei Suren looked over as well.
Both had left contingencies on Ghost Buddha. Yet the Ghost Buddha they saw now was still Ghost Buddha, with nothing unusual about it.
"What happened?"
Mei Suren could still make out the change at Ghost Buddha's cinnabar-marked brow, as well as Hua Changdeng's phantom.
But that was clearly not what Xu Xiaoshou and Ba Zunan were talking about.
It was merely a phantom. There was no reason for it to place such immense pressure on the two of them, and Hua Changdeng's true arrival should still be some time away.
"Ancestor Gods."
Xu Xiaoshou did not know how to explain it to Mr. Siren.
Thinking that saying it would be useless anyway, that Mr. Siren might not remember it and would not be able to help even if he did, he glanced back at Ba Zunan. "I know Sui Yin's Eye all too well. That old thing really did get involved. To appear alongside them, it must have reached some sort of understanding with them."
"The one beneath the Inverted Buddha Pagoda is undoubtedly the Devil Ancestor. But that coffin seals what lies within, so I cannot see which specific part of Him it is."
"As for the Great World Locust Tree, from what I know, it should be the Medicine Ancestor's contingency. He ought to have bound Himself together with Bei Huai. When the lips are gone, the teeth grow cold; in the end, we shall see who wins and who loses."
"As for that great turtle, and that little