The Brahma Sun Sacred Palace had its Five Luminaries Dharma Kings, corresponding to the Buddhas of the five directions. The Brahma Sun Dharma King was naturally foremost among them, but what of the other four monks-Fanwu, Fanji, Fan Mie, and Fankong?
Beyond them, there were also quite a few Human Dao Qi Refiners. Where had all these people gone now?
Or had the Brahma Sun Dharma King known that his chances of surviving this struggle of the Dao were slim, and sent the others elsewhere beforehand to preserve his lineage?
"Now that Brahma Sun is dead, the rest want to hide? It won't be that easy!" The Blood Sea Demon Venerable sneered repeatedly. Of everyone present, he was the most excited to see Xuan Yehua kill the Brahma Sun Dharma King so easily.
With the Devil Master's peerless divine might, who in the world could stand against him?
The Brahma Sun Dharma King could not stop him, and neither the Star-Picking Pavilion nor the Hanging Moon Academy could possibly be his match. From this day forward, the Limitless Palace would become the foremost sacred ground of the Celestial Star Sea.
The Undying Demon Venerable, however, frowned. His lifespan had long since neared its limit, and he could feel his life withering away at every moment. Yet the closer death drew, the sharper his spiritual intuition became. Now, he vaguely sensed something amiss.
But he could neither say nor explain where that unease came from.
Rustle! Rustle!
The two bodhi trees swayed restlessly, their enormous crowns seeming to bow in worship to all directions. Their trunks radiated a lustrous, precious glow in the darkness, and their leaves turned reddish gold, as though cast from solid gold, emanating an inscrutable aura of qi.
At some unknown point, Mister Under the Moon had