The Buddha was not a saint. The Taoist Ancestor was not a saint. Even the Human Emperor, once hailed as a hero of mankind, was not a saint.
Yet now, hearing that the Buddha had actually used his own direct disciples for experiments, everyone could not help but feel a chill in their hearts.
The Great Heavenly Demon Venerable had once said that among the Heaven-Connecting Realm experts of antiquity, the Buddha's heart was as hard as iron. Now, it seemed that was indeed true.
But the Buddha did not care that the Great Heavenly Demon Venerable had exposed his shortcomings. Whether ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later, the Buddha had long seen through many things. Things like face and reputation were easy enough for him to obtain if he wanted them—the prerequisite being that he possessed sufficient strength and could stay alive. Otherwise, everything was mere emptiness.
The Buddha looked at the Great Heavenly Demon Venerable and said flatly, "I wish to kill Su Xin not because of some personal grudge, but because I find him dangerous. In him, I seem to see the Human Emperor of old!"
The Buddha did not speak these words aloud. Instead, he transmitted them directly into the Great Heavenly Demon Venerable's mind.
The Great Heavenly Demon Venerable sneered. "You mean that brat is the Human Emperor reincarnated? What a joke! If he truly were the Human Emperor reincarnated, would I fail to see it? If I knew he had any connection to that old Human Emperor, I would be the first to kill him!"
The Buddha shook his head. "That is not what I mean. In truth, no one knows what state the Human Emperor is in now. I merely sensed the shadow of the Human Emperor of old upon