People who could fly?
Sheng Sang swore this was the first time he had ever seen such people.
And they were glowing with golden light all over.
"I... I haven't seen them."
After hesitating for a moment, Sheng Sang shook his head and continued dissecting the Demon Beast before him.
Who these people were looking for had nothing to do with him.
All he knew was that as long as he brought this Demon Beast back, he would become the bravest man in the tribe.
His mother, father, and the chieftain would all look at him in a new light.
At that thought, his heart filled with joy.
He had even eaten delicious food he had never seen before.
"Child, you are lying."
How could the change in expression on a child like Sheng Sang possibly escape Heartless, who had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years?
Heartless narrowed his eyes and slowly extended a hand.
Endless Buddhist light enveloped Sheng Sang's tiny body. In but a moment, the corner of Heartless's lips curled upward slightly.
Found you, man in the blood-red robe.
Heartless then withdrew his hand and led the Eighteen Arhats behind him toward the far north, their figures vanishing instantly into the endless Snowfield.
Sheng Sang remained where he was, a trace of confusion flashing through his eyes. Blood gradually streamed from his seven orifices, and his small body collapsed onto the Snowfield, utterly silent forevermore.
All his beautiful hopes shattered into dust at that moment.
They said Buddhas guided all living beings and pitied all living beings, yet Buddhas, too, could be righteous or evil.
In this world, there was no absolute righteousness, nor was there absolute evil.
There were only one's own thoughts.
"The far north, Heavenly Kingdom... this must be the place."
Standing atop