True Martial Hall.
"How high is the Other Shore Realm?"
"A little higher than the Nine Heavens."
"Don't worry about the Demon Buddha. Though you are the Demon Buddha's Other Self, conversely, the Demon Buddha is also your Other Self. What is there for you to fear?"
"The Demon Buddha went mad long ago when he reverse-trained Buddha's Palm. Such a madman, moreover one suppressed beneath Mount Ling by the Buddha, can surely interfere with the outside world only to a limited extent."
"Furthermore, the final calamity is approaching. Most of the great figures of the Other Shore Realm are still slumbering within Chaos. Under such circumstances, they certainly will not allow the Demon Buddha to return so early. Someone will surely help you."
"A bloody calamity does not mean you will definitely die. Cultivate in peace and practice your saber techniques well. Your strikes must be swift and ruthless, without the slightest hesitation—"
Meng Qi had a basketful of words in his mind. He carefully pondered their deeper meaning as he walked out of True Martial Hall alone.
He suddenly turned back.
Inside True Martial Hall stood a Daoist whose features could not be seen. Chaos swirled around him; cause and effect could not touch him, and time left no mark upon him.
"Heaven-Severing Dao Body..."
Meng Qi took a deep breath, turned around, and strode onward. This visit to Senior Fang had benefited him greatly.
But he would have to walk the road ahead himself.
If he had merely been controlled by the Lord of Six Paths Reincarnation, Fang Yang had just made it clear that he had a way to help them escape.
But Meng Qi was the Demon Buddha's Other Self.
This great figure of the Other Shore Realm, suppressed beneath Mount Ling and constantly seeking