Two huge Demon God heads.
It was preserved by Yang Jian as the big Magic Power, and even A Trace's unwilling will remained.
Space Demon God Yang Mei's head is like a crystal ball that was broken and then forcibly glued back together. Countless small space cracks appear and die in it, exuding the dangerous aura of space collapse.
Time Demon God Shichen's head is like a ball of tangled wool, with countless chaotic Timeline twisted and intertwined in it, making the surrounding time extremely unstable, sometimes accelerating and sometimes flowing backwards.
If any of these two heads were thrown at Myriad Worlds, it would be enough to trigger a bloody storm.
They are the crystallization of Great Dao from the top Chaos Demon God, and are the ultimate symbol of power and status.
Yang Jian presented them with A Trace's unnoticeable expectation in his eyes.
It's not just trophies.
This is his answer to prove to Master that he lives up to Temple's reputation...
He knelt down on one knee respectfully, lowered his head, and waited for Master's evaluation.
Nezha, Zhao Gongming, and Kong Xuan also stood aside quietly with solemn expressions.
Inside Temple, there was silence.
Only the chaos Law emanating from those two heads was impacting the Temple floor.
However, those Spatial Blades that are enough to tear the world apart, those Turbulent Currents that are enough to reverse the time Qiankun, when they come into contact with the natural Great Dao Runes on the floor, they are like spring snow meeting the blazing sun, they are easily smoothed and suppressed without causing any A Trace waves.
I don't know how long it took.
Supreme Divine Throne Above, in the void that enveloped everything, a lazy and plain voice finally sounded.
"This is..."
"What did you bring back?"
Yang Jian heard this, his heart trembled, and his head lowered.
"Yes, my disciple was so stupid that he only brought back the two heads of the principal criminals to serve as food to entertain Master."
He thought that Master thought he brought back too few things.
However, the voice on Divine Throne carried an almost imperceptible... confusion on A Trace.
"An appetizer?"
The voice paused, as if understanding the meaning of the word.
Then, in a more disgusting tone, he spoke slowly.
"Too ugly."
"Affects appetite."
"Take it away."
Six simple words.
Yang Jian, who was kneeling on one knee, suddenly stiffened.
Ugly?
Affect appetite?
He... he didn't think in this direction at all.
In his opinion, the head of Chaos Demon God represents strength, military exploits, and glory!
Why is it associated with "ugly"?
He raised his head and glanced at the two Demon God heads with some confusion.
Ferocious.
Terrible.
Chaos.
... It seems to be quite ugly.
Compared with any other decoration in Temple, it looks so out of place, full of primitive and barbaric ugliness.
Nezha on the side poked Kong Xuan next to him with his elbow, and winked and said:
"I just said that Senior Brother's aesthetics are not good, right? Master hates these messy things the most. Last time I scratched Chaos Fire Phoenix's head and wanted to give Master a mount, but Master thought it was losing hair and almost threw me out together."
Kong Xuan glanced at him, with a look of "you only know" contempt in his eyes.
"How can we guess the realm of Master? What you and I call 'powerful' and 'Origin' may be no different from the stones on the roadside in Master's eyes."
Zhao Gongming stroked his beard and said nothing, but A Trace had a wry smile on his face.
He had long expected this result.
Master's thoughts have never been on these fighting and killing matters.
As an old man, he only cares about three things.
Quiet.
Elegant.
And, when can I have a peaceful sleep?
Yang Jian's cheeks were slightly hot.
He felt like a rich country man who presented his treasure to the wrong place. He was sincere but made a big red face.
"I know my mistakes, I will deal with them now."
He stood up, preparing to put away these two "obtrusive" heads and throw them into the depths of Chaos to destroy the corpses and eliminate any traces.
"Wait."
The voice on Divine Throne sounded again.
Yang Jian paused, respectfully waiting for new instructions.
"Throw it away, it's just garbage."
Gu Changqing's voice revealed a sense of "waste utilization".
"Keep it."
"It just so happens that the plaque at the entrance of my palace is missing two lighting lamps."
The moment the words fell.
An irresistible and incomprehensible force descended from the supreme throne.
That power was not directed at anyone.
It just gently enveloped the two huge Demon God heads.
Then.
Refining has begun.