An Old Fragment of Memory

A pitch-black mountain stood tall, speckled with dark red, like mottled stains of dried blood.

A massive bolt of purple lightning descended from above, pinning the entire mountain in place as it crackled without end, as though it had turned into an ocean of thunderlight.

This enormous bolt of lightning was a resplendent purple, blazing bright, fierce and masculine, like a spear that had nailed down the mountain formed from the Demon Lord's remnant body.

Just from the lightning's appearance, no one would have imagined that beneath the mighty Thor lay the insidious old schemer, the Demon Buddha.

A handsome monk in robes appeared before him. He had an excellent appearance, perfectly suited to playing Wuhua and Sang—

He pressed his palms together and blocked the mountain path leading to the Demon Tomb.

"Fellow Daoist, I had no issue with you entering the Six Paths Reincarnation World, nor did I stop you from adding fuel to the fire around the fish I raised. Even when you took him into a future timeline and revealed so many secrets to him, this humble monk did not interfere."

"But regarding the Demon Tomb, there is no need for you to meddle any further..."

Boom!

An image of Santa Claus wearing a red Christmas hat and resembling a squid appeared behind him. Li Heng raised his hand and threw a punch.

The handsome monk was blasted into ash by that punch. Even the pitch-black Demon Tomb was punched clean through, leaving a hole through the mountain that shone from front to back.

Li Heng curled his lip and lightly spat.

"Trash!"

His true body had been suppressed by the Buddha Ancestor, who knew where he had gone. Relying on an Other Shore weapon, the Reincarnation Seal, he had only barely gained power at the