The Old Monk Ksitigarbha

Jiang Ming remembered that the Golden-Winged Roc Lineage had once produced a Heavenly Demon. That was why, while other members of the Demon Race were suppressed by the Human Race, the Golden-Winged Roc Lineage remained a power comparable to a holy land.

That was also why the Golden-Winged Little Roc King was so arrogant and overbearing. His original goal had been to marry Yan Ruyu, the princess of the Eastern Wasteland's Demon Race.

Of course, what Jiang Ming faced now was a Demon Saint who had lived for more than seven thousand years. The Crocodile Ancestor advanced toward him step by step, ribbons of black mist coiling around his body like a black demonic cloud. His terrifying presence left even Ye Fan and his beloved companions in the distance struggling to breathe.

"Amitabha Buddha. Crocodile Ancestor, since you have escaped the Sea of Bitterness, why do you remain lost in delusion, unable to shed your demonic nature?"

Just then, another unexpected development occurred. Buddhist chants rose from the parched ground below, where the Great Thunderclap Temple's five hundred Arhats and Bodhisattvas were reciting scriptures. All five hundred Golden-Body Arhats and Bodhisattvas were skin and bones, and should have long since passed away in meditation. Yet the old monk at their head opened his eyes. Divine radiance shone in his gaze as he looked at the Crocodile Ancestor and spoke.

"You old bald donkey! Shouldn't you have died long ago?"

At the sight of the old monk, the Crocodile Ancestor instinctively took a step back. Blood-red light blazed in his eyes as he spoke in bewildered suspicion.

"Until Hell is empty, this old monk cannot close his eyes in death or pass away in meditation. I have clung to this last breath solely to suppress this Demonic Sea Eye."

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