Still Not Enough, Far From Enough

When the figure of the Supreme Heavenly Demon appeared above all living beings, it nearly occupied the entire sky. Its terrifying pressure made everyone's scalps prickle.

The Daoist faction immediately fell into despair.

The bewildered mortals scrambled to flee, but no matter which direction they ran, they could not change the fact that the Supreme Heavenly Demon stood above the clouds.

Spells surpassing those of Earthly Immortals struck the Supreme Heavenly Demon one after another, yet they were like ants trying to shake a tree, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.

The Daoist faction tried to pray to the Three Dao Ancestors, but the Three Dao Ancestors did not reveal themselves.

The situation was somewhat strange, especially in Zhou Zuosan's eyes.

The former Supreme Heavenly Demon had been a formless mass of black mist. Now that it had become Ancient Buddha Dipankara, it possessed a materialized body.

In the twisted perception of the beings in the stomach world, the Supreme Heavenly Demon was made entirely of malformed mountains of flesh. It wore a multicolored glazed kasaya, its flesh pierced through by countless goat horns, and from time to time it let out earth-shaking cries.

Dense Buddha Sense spread outward, lending it a nauseating kind of sanctity.

Using the normal perception of the outside world, Zhou Zuosan saw that the Supreme Heavenly Demon was still an indescribable thing, seemingly unchanged in any way.

It was clear that the Supreme Heavenly Demon born from the Moral Heavenly Venerate did not belong to the camp of the Three Dao Ancestors. It might even be connected to the Outer Realm Heavenly Demon; otherwise, it would not have appeared malformed and horrifying under both perceptions.

Zhou Zuosan's breathing quickened involuntarily. He muttered, "What is real, and what is false? I'm not mad. I'm not