Mysterious Wasteland Heaven.
Before a temple atop a nameless little mountain.
"Little monk, do you still remember me?"
A tall man dressed in black, his face cold as frost and his eyes deeply sunken, slowly approached the ruined temple's entrance with his hands behind his back.
He was none other than the Nine Abysses Demon Cultivator who had just leaped off the black flood dragon.
At that moment, the brother and sister stood at the ruined temple's entrance, their faces filled with terror.
Yet the mad monk with the severed legs seemed utterly unaware of anything, holding his broken bowl and watching from the side with a grin.
"Little monk, have you really gone mad, or are you pretending?"
The sunken-eyed man in black folded his arms and called out again, smiling.
The mad monk still seemed not to hear him, licking the grains of porridge left around the rim of his bowl as he chuckled foolishly.
Beside him, the boy seemed to realize something, his eyes instantly filling with horror.
"You... you're... you're the Demonic Beast who killed the little master's master back then?"
The girl suddenly realized it too.
"You also killed my father and mother, and all those uncles from our Bear Ear Village?"
The corners of the man's mouth curled slightly at her words. He raised his head to look at the ruined temple behind them.
"I thought that after I killed that old monk and severed that mountain path, the incense offerings in this temple would end."
"I never expected that, after decades had passed in the blink of an eye, the incense here would still not have died out."
At this point, the man lowered his head and fixed the girl with a sinister gaze, his voice icy. "You guessed correctly. Your father, your