A sliver of humanity finally revealed itself in Enihilus’s eyes, and he glanced at Rocjourney. Eventually, he seemed to laugh, “Rocjourney… I lied to you for centuries. Today, I will tell you the truth.”

“As a bodhi seed of the twin sal-trees, your origin is not ordinary, even if the trees are an avatar. In Greater Thousand Realms, the Buddhist Monastery is still of some reputation. Your mind in itself contains a majority of myth from the Buddhist Monastery, and a few unimportant secrets. I raise you this… Which style of Buddha statue is that of Realism?”

Rocjourney shot an imperceptible glance at Xu Yangyi, and the demon slayer’s eyes narrowed. He tacitly understood, immersing himself in his thoughts.

The time they stalled for couldn’t be too long… and it couldn’t be too fast, either. It had to be just right… No one could see, but Rocjourney, who appeared to be lowering his head in contemplation, already had fat beads of cold sweat dotting his forehead.

In his mind, thought after thought flew by, without any consideration to Enihilus’s question. On the contrary, he was thinking about how much longer Xu Yangyi still needed. Are we really about to face-off against a Great Circle cultivator and a late Foundation Establishment demon said to be the strongest in Foundation...