In the Medieval Era, within the palace where the Overlord lived.
The Fifth-Generation Mysterious Maiden nestled in the Overlord's arms, gazing at the man she loved so deeply.
"Husband, those Dharmakayas have been gathering together often. They're plotting something."
The Fifth-Generation Mysterious Maiden reached up to touch the Overlord's hard, sharply defined face. She was worried.
Not that those Dharmakayas could pose any threat to the Overlord.
She worried about some unseen danger behind them.
The Overlord gently patted her back to reassure her. "Don't worry. I've already attained the Legendary Realm. What threat could a few Dharmakayas pose to me?"
She looked into his eyes and found the same confidence as always, along with his tenderness toward her.
Suppressing her unease, she smiled softly and held him tight.
The Overlord rested a hand on her head and looked up. The confidence and tenderness vanished from his eyes, leaving only coldness and killing intent.
Thunder God, Ananda, Haotian... The Overlord recited the names one by one in his heart.
Now, the Demon Buddha would not notice even if the Overlord spoke them aloud, let alone thought them. The seal imposed on the Demon Buddha was absolute, the kind that allowed not a trace of supernatural power to show.
For someone of the Other Shore, manifesting even a sliver of power would mean breaking free.
I wonder how Brother Fat Tiger has been lately. Thinking of Ananda and what he himself would have to face, the Overlord remembered Meng Chuan.
"I knew you've always had Fellow Daoist Friend Fat Tiger on your mind," the Fifth-Generation Mysterious Maiden said plaintively. "Sometimes you even call out his name in your sleep."
"Huh? Do I?" The Overlord froze. Could someone at his level still talk in his sleep?
As for why someone at his