The old monk who had wounded the Qilin Divine Beast and driven it to flee was, naturally, the Profound Yin Ancestor, who had spent years listening to scriptures at the Fruitful Accomplishment Temple.
Hearing Zhuo Rusui's words, the Old Ancestor was not angry, merely somewhat wistful.
No matter how much you had once resembled a jade tree in the wind, four hundred years underground without seeing daylight would ultimately leave you looking as ghastly as he did now.
No matter how you had once rampaged across the world, on the verge of uniting the Evil Path, once the Green Mountain Sect set its sights on you, you would ultimately become a dog.
The towering figure of the Evil Path whose commands none of its mighty dared disobey had been away from the mortal world for far too long. When he reappeared in the Mortal World four hundred years later, not a single person recognized him.
But he was, after all, the Profound Yin Ancestor.
Over the years, he had behaved like an obedient old dog at Yin San's side, but that was not, after all, the truth.
When he reappeared in the Mortal World, people might not recognize him, but heaven and earth still would.
Fierce winds howled through the courtyards.
The Firelight Venerable Mountain-Guarding Formation sank down, seeking to suppress him, yet it could only stir his sparse hair, unable to budge him in the slightest.
He stood in the sky above the Quiet Garden like a true Demon God.
In fact, at least one person in the Quiet Garden recognized the Profound Yin Ancestor.
"Profound Yin Child?"
Jing Jiu was somewhat surprised. He had thought the one appearing today would be that fellow who lived with a turtle shell on his back.
In the deepest recesses