His voice radiated a power related to "trust," making Xiong Sansi have no doubts about the truth of these words.

These words can certainly be true.

Jiang Wang will definitely die, his head will definitely be cut off, and Quan Yingyang can naturally be brought out for Xiong Sansi to vent his vengeance.

For Moroughna and the Black Lotus Temple, anyone can be sacrificed.

Quan Yingyang is certainly no exception.

But as soon as Night Bodhisattva uttered these words, Xiong Sansi’s convulsing body suddenly froze, then began to collapse from the eyeballs, his newly formed Spirit Clan body emitting a strange fragrance, and the entire body exploded into a pile of maggots!

The spotless white maggots scattered into the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods, having a unique attraction, wrapped by the divine power that swarmed around, devouring them bit by bit.

Toward all of Ji Xingkong’s questions, Xiong Sansi gave no answer.

He bore his silence, endured his pain in silence, and gave up in silence.

But his last words spoken in life were heard clearly by all the Demon clan present and remembered distinctly—

"I am... human!"

The red-faced deity statue beside the bronze cauldron was silent.

The Night Bodhisattva who appeared through the trust worm was also silent.

But the silence only lasted for about two breaths, after which this unseen Night Bodhisattva stepped forward, landing on the mountain path before the one-armed Lingxihua holding a sword.

His eyes emerged from the darkness, fixating on Lingxihua’s pale face and evasive look.

He spoke with a trust-worthy conviction and compassion: "Actually, I’ve had my eye on you for a long time. Would you be willing to join the Black Lotus Temple, become Moroughna? You would oversee one of the eight divisions of ghosts and gods. The day you attain fruition, you shall stand equal with me in respect!"

Compared to Xiong Sansi, Lingxihua indeed fell far short.

So much so that after being used, even Tiger Taisui was too lazy to glance at him.

But compared to the true Spirit Clan, Lingxihua was only one step away, similar to Xiong Sansi’s step in the Sea of Flesh and Gods.

At the level of a Heavenly Demon, there’s no lament for what cannot be changed.

Isn’t it just a divine infant?

The Black Lotus Temple can provide!

The specifics of becoming a true Spirit Clan are simply trying a few more times.

With the example of Xiong Sansi and the support of the Black Lotus Temple, this final step will not be an insurmountable problem.

Lingxihua never thought that this unexpected turn would happen to him! Just like he didn’t expect Ji Xingkong, such a Great Bodhisattva, to speak so naturally, "I’ve had my eye on you for a long time."

Originally evasive eyes turned firm in an instant, he dropped the sword from his hand, placed his palm upright against his heart, and knelt sincerely before the Night Bodhisattva: "Before Lingxihua was born, my mother dreamed of Buddha’s light! Since childhood, I’ve studied Buddha scriptures, long admired the Black Lotus Temple, but constrained by the Three Evil Tribulation Monarch, hard to forge a connection with the Buddha! Thank you Bodhisattva for valuing me and allowing me a chance to turn back from the bitter sea. From now on, I am Moroughna, I will uphold the precepts and guard my heart, glorify our Buddha... Please Great Bodhisattva ordain me!"

In this situation, who can deny it’s fate?

The Night Bodhisattva extended a hand from the shadows; the black Buddha palm gently swept away Lingxihua’s long hair, leaving a black lotus mark on his smooth scalp. The power of the eight divisions of ghosts and gods.

Hmm?

During this process, he seemed to capture something on this mountain path where Jiang Wang’s blood was scattered and Zhu Lanruo perished. But the power from the lone trust worm is too minimal, making it extremely difficult to investigate deeply.

But Lingxihua, about to become the world’s first Moroughna, couldn’t help but look toward the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods.

From Spirit Clan to Moroughna, he was picking up Xiong Sansi’s leftovers, making his feelings towards him genuinely complex.

"What’s wrong?" Ji Xingkong asked.

Lingxihua replied: "It seems he should have a glorious death."

Indeed, how can a hero like Rao Bingzhang perish quietly and painfully into the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods? His unified being through the divine infant completely merges into divine power.

The Demon clan certainly will not commemorate him.

The Human Race will forever remain unaware of him.

"To evoke such sentiment from a Moroughna of the eight divisions of ghosts and gods, he’s already glorious enough." The Night Bodhisattva responded casually, his gaze scanning the cliff beside the mountain path, finally stopping upon a flower-like stone carving mark.

At a level beyond sight, there’s a faint glow, slowly gathering toward it.

The eyes of the Night Bodhisattva, appearing in the shadows, had a hint of solemnity.

However, the changes in the Shenxiao World did not stop here, and not just in the dark corridor where Jiang Wang and Quan Yingyang battled.

At this moment, the entire Divine Mountain darkened.

But then light ignited anew.

The red-faced deity statue controlled by Xuan South Duke suddenly leaped, jumping into the bronze cauldron... The cauldron sprang forth with surging divine fire!

Divine fire flowed out from the cauldron like a torrent, spreading throughout the altar, clawing everywhere. Meanwhile, the deity statues solemnly standing around the altar, having completed their formation long ago, remained unwavering, chanting with low tones in Tao Language, reciting the "Great Demon Qian Feng Shen Zhao Book."

This book is a classic for the ages, foundational to the Demon clan’s Divine Way.

Recited by the Deities at this moment, instantly resonated with the entire Shenxiao World.

Within the fervently boiling flames in the cauldron, that puppet gilded with gold paint and a red dot on its brow looked as if it was a cooked dish, even spilling over from the bronze cauldron, then rising continuously, rising into the sky!

At the puppet’s heart area, there is a flickering light spot, seemingly becoming its heart, pulling at the spirits of all watchers. It is the spark that has long been buried within the bronze cauldron. Lu Qilang desired to seize it, yet never found the chance, while Jiang Wang ignited it with Samadhi True Fire.

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