"You little rascal!"
"You little devil, stop yelling! Your holy ancestor isn't that thing, is it?!"
A casual yet slightly mocking voice suddenly tore through the roaring sky, and the Demon Emperor Xuan Ye, who was on the verge of his soul being burned out and roaring to summon his spirit, froze abruptly, his remaining demonic head trembling slightly.
Chen An raised an eyebrow and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.
Suddenly, a figure stood silently in the void several miles away.
Upon closer inspection, the figure turned out to be a young man dressed in a wide purple robe embroidered with the Bagua (Eight Trigrams), which covered his slightly stocky and robust physique. He appeared somewhat plump and wealthy, with neatly trimmed short hair on his head and a string of warm-colored Bodhi prayer beads hanging from his neck. He looked neither like a monk nor a Daoist.
At this moment, the strange young man who suddenly appeared was carrying a huge demon skull that was nearly two zhang tall in one hand.
The demon's head was hideous and terrifying, with a single, jet-black spiral horn standing upright on its forehead. Its three vertical pupils, one between its brows and the other between its eyes, were wide open, bloodshot and staring fixedly ahead, as if it had died with its eyes wide open but could not rest in peace.
However, even though the demon's skull seemed to be devoid of life, Chen An could still sense a faint but intense holy aura emanating from it.
Clearly, this demonic skull likely originated from a top-tier demonic saint who had already embarked on the path of sainthood.
Even if the Flesh Body Realm collapses and the soul is annihilated, the remaining essence is still engraved with the mark of the holy path, and the pressure it emits can intimidate people's souls invisibly.
"Holy Ancestor!"
Upon seeing the demonic skull, the Demon Emperor Xuan Ye, whose divine soul had been completely consumed, was first taken aback, and then looked at the young man with a face full of horror and fear.
It had already recognized that the demonic skull in the hand of the strange Human Race who had suddenly appeared was the demonic skull of their Ancient Devil Race ancestor.
But how could that be?!
The Holy Ancestor was a true Saint Realm expert who had already forged the Immortal Platform, opened the Dao Palace, condensed the Primordial Spirit, and comprehended the Saint Realm Sacred Dao Law.
Even though the Holy Ancestor's Dao Palace suffered severe damage and his lifespan was nearing its end, and he had been dormant in the Dao Crystals for many years, after tens of thousands of years of repair by the flesh and essence of the Human Race, the Holy Ancestor should have been about to revive. How could he be decapitated and being held in the hands of this strange Human Race?!
"You little rascal!"
The young man curled his lip, shook the demon skull in his hand, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.
"I never expected that I, Buddha, would encounter the remnants of the ancient demon race, which was wiped out by the Demon Race race long ago!"
He shook his head and clicked his tongue twice, looking regretful, and said, "What a pity that such a sage has suffered the depletion of his Primordial Spirit and the collapse of his demonic body. Otherwise, he would have been excellent material for refining a holy corpse!"
Before he could finish speaking, he gave a slight twitch of his wrist.
Without a deafening explosion or a surge of spiritual energy, the Holy Ancestor's demonic skull shattered like a pile of sand, turning into countless black bone dust particles that scattered into the wind.
"Holy Ancestor!!!"
"I am filled with hatred!!!"
Seeing the head of his clan's supreme ancestor destroyed, the Demon Emperor Xuan Ye's remaining demonic eyes surged with overwhelming fear and resentment.
However, having desperately burned away all its divine soul essence, it was already exhausted and had no strength left to fight back. It could only let out a final, sorrowful roar before its body melted away inch by inch, turning into wisps of black ash that fell to the ground. A gust of wind swept it away completely, and it vanished into nothingness, its spirit and form utterly destroyed.
Watching the young man casually shatter the demonic skull of the Devil Ancestor, and then seeing the Demon Emperor Xuan Ye's spirit and form completely destroyed, Chen An's eyes flickered for a moment. He then addressed the young man, "Junior Chen An greets Senior! Thank you for your help in slaying the Devil Race Ancestor!"
"You little rascal, don't be so polite!"
The young man turned around, sized Chen An up and down, his eyes darting around, and grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. His smile had a touch of shrewdness as he said, "It was just dealing with a half-dead Old Devil on the side. It's nothing serious."
"However, if you truly feel bad about it, fellow Daoist, and would like to offer some secret treasures, sacred artifacts, or elixirs as a token of my gratitude, I, the Buddha, will reluctantly accept them!"
Well...
Upon hearing the words of the man in front of him who called himself "Buddha," Chen An's lips twitched slightly.
This guy seems shameless, actually asking for sacred artifacts and secret treasures right off the bat.
He wants these things too!
However, although he harbored some resentment in his heart, he thought that this person's appearance was strange, his origin was unknown, his aura was not obvious, and he had even killed the Devil Race Ancestor. Perhaps he was a saint.
"You flatter me, senior!"
With a flicker of his eyes, Chen An took out Sumera Bag and handed it over, cupping his hands in a respectful smile, "This junior's cultivation is shallow, and I don't have anything of value on me. This is all the savings I've accumulated over the years. If you don't mind, senior, please accept it!"
After saying that, Chen An moved his mind and the Sumera Bag in his hand flew towards the fat young man in purple robes.
"Haha, no problem, no problem!"
The plump young man in the purple robe looked at the Sumera Bag that flew close to him, and his eyes lit up. He smiled and took the Sumera Bag without any ceremony, stuffing it into his wide sleeve. His eyes were so big that they were practically slits when he smiled.
In his view, although Chen An was only at the Immortal Platform Realm, he was still a Half-Saint, so how could the gifts he gave be of poor quality?!
At least Chen An wasn't too heartbroken, since the Sumera Bag contained the congratulatory gifts from the three major martial arts sects, including a few King-level divine weapons and some precious medicines. He had already filled the Yuan Crystal into his system.
As for the Violet Thunder Divine Gold given by Xuan Zhantian and the Nine Heavens Thunder God Jade given by Cang Wanli, he put them into other Sumera Bag.
"By the way, may I ask your esteemed name, senior?" Chen An asked, a strange glint in his eyes as he looked at the smiling, chubby young man.
"You little rascal!"
The chubby young man stroked his non-existent beard and chuckled, "My Buddhist name is Huairen!"
"A bad guy?!"
Chen An raised an eyebrow, looking at the chubby young man with some surprise.
" Huairen, the 'Huai' in 'having the world in one's heart,' and the 'Ren' in 'benevolence and righteousness,' fellow Daoist, please don't misunderstand."
Huairen twitched his lips, clearly often being misunderstood, and explained again before casually adding, "However, it's fine to call me Fatty Buddha or Fatty Master on ordinary days!"
"Greetings, Master Huairen!" Chen An nodded and said.
"Stop, stop, stop! Just call me Buddha or Fatty. I haven't been a bald monk for many years!" Huairen quickly waved his hand and shook his head with a look of disgust.
Upon seeing this, Chen An's lips twitched again.
There's something off about this fake monk in front of me, whose speech is a bit incoherent.
"By the way, Chen An, do you know where this is?!" Huairen blinked and suddenly asked Chen An.
Upon hearing Huairen's words, Chen An raised an eyebrow, a strange light flashing in his eyes. He looked at Huairen with a peculiar expression and said, "Doesn't the Buddha know that this is the Heavenly Evolution Mountains, the front line for our Human Race to resist the invasion of the Ancient Devil Race?"
"Hehe, Buddha, that's not what I'm asking. I'm asking what star field this is, and which ancient star it is?!" Looking at Chen An's strange gaze, Huairen reached out and touched his short hair, asking seemingly casually.