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As soon as everyone saw the figure, they immediately knelt down and said, "Disciple pays respects to Xuanbing Buddha."
Not only did all the disciples kneel, but even the head of Xuanfo Temple and the Four Great Monks trembled, nearly losing control.
"He is not a Buddha," Zhao Yang said, struggling to comprehend the Illusory Ancestor.
"Hand over the Ginseng Doll to me, and give me a kiss. Then I will let everyone here go. I keep my word," the young boy said, his face smiling as if basking in spring sunshine.
Upon hearing this, Song Baliang suddenly sprang up from the ground and pointed at the Illusion Demon Ancestor, exclaiming, "You pervert! You covet my junior brother's beauty!"
"Ah?"
At this remark, everyone was in an uproar. Zhao Yang nearly choked on Song Baliang's words; in such a public setting, he truly had no sense of decorum.
The young boy turned sharply to look at Song Baliang, who felt as if he were carrying an immense weight, reddening with embarrassment. The boy raised his hand, aiming a Glazed Dark Sword at Song Baliang, capable of annihilating him with a mere snap of his fingers.
"He is my senior brother; do not harm him," Zhao Yang said calmly.
The young boy looked at Zhao Yang and asked, "Why should I listen to you?"
Zhao Yang replied, "Because I can be your friend."
The sword in the boy's hand fell to the ground. He joyfully exclaimed, "Really?"
But soon he turned hostile again, saying, "You’re lying! You only want to play with me because I look like this. You are a liar."
"The person you have become is someone we all respect—Xuanbing Buddha. He will not discriminate against you. I also apologize for my previous disrespect towards you," Zhao Yang said as he gazed at the young boy. He had come to understand why he could never read or see through the Illusion Demon Ancestor with Divine Sense or Enlightenment Realm; everything before him was real. If everything was real, then where was the illusion? Those people were merely puppets made from those he had killed over many years. The Illusion Demon Ancestor had been discriminated against since childhood, developing a dual or even multiple personality disorder. With his cultivation level, he could have ascended to the heavenly realm long ago, but he chose to stay behind. His kind side told him that he must find someone willing to be his friend before he could leave. Thus, under the influence of his multiple personalities, he failed to Transcend Tribulation.
"You are apologizing to me?" The young boy seemed somewhat agitated. "But I haven't decided to kill you yet; why are you apologizing?"
The young boy had never encountered such a situation before. He had repeatedly transformed into a child’s form to deceive others' sympathy; when people found out, they would scold him harshly. Only when he decided to kill someone could he see fear and apology in their eyes.
Zhao Yang extended his hand, signaling for the young boy to come over.
The boy appeared flustered and helpless; however, he still looked like Xuanbing Buddha. As he walked towards Zhao Yang, with each step he transformed further until he stood before Zhao Yang in another guise—still clean but with one blind eye and scars crisscrossing his face. The crowd gasped; they had never seen such an ugly person before, indeed evoking feelings of disgust.
The little boy remained oblivious, his eyes fixed intently on Zhao Yang's, as if trying to discern a hint of disdain within them.
The older brother before him had bright, clear eyes, showing him no trace of discrimination.
"Zhao Yang, be careful," Liu Rou warned, fearing that the Illusion Demon Ancestor might suddenly attack Zhao Yang.
"Zhao..." The boy hesitated at the mention of the name, feeling a wave of inferiority wash over him. He lowered his head and softly said, "Pretty brother, let's go to the backyard to find the person you mentioned. He left my true self there."
"The Buddha's Sacred Place of Meditation is not for you to defile!" a monk shouted sternly.
Zhao Yang raised his left hand, signaling the man to be silent.
Thus, the little boy took hold of Zhao Yang's two fingers and walked into the Buddhist Sect's Holy Land, the sacred ground where Xuanbing Buddha meditated.
Years later, when people recounted how the Demon Emperor had slain the renowned Illusion Demon Ancestor in his youth, a hint of melancholy would always cross his face.
They did not know that the Illusion Demon Ancestor had taken his own life.
That evening, Zhao Yang led the little boy into the backyard of Xuanfo Temple. On the vast Bright Mirror Platform sat Xuanbing Buddha, towering at ten zhang high. His face bore terrifying cracks that emitted a radiant white light, illuminating the stars above.
Under the reincarnation light of Xuanbing Buddha, the Illusion Demon Ancestor screamed in agony. His scattered puppets from the outside world flew back to him one by one, and those within Xuanfo Temple vanished until it all came to an end. Disheveled and ghastly in appearance, he shouted madly.
"You are me; I am you. Eight or nine parts of my cultivation are within you. Kill Zhao Yang! Kill this monk! They are so good-looking; they will never consider you a friend! You are just an ugly monster! I feel disgusted with myself!" The Illusion Demon Ancestor yelled while pointing at the little boy.
Terrified, the little boy hid behind Zhao Yang, tears streaming down his face.
"Brother, is what he said true?" The boy cried heartbreakingly, wiping away his tears incessantly.
Zhao Yang simply crouched down and touched his forehead against the boy's. He quietly wrote a few words in the palm of the boy's hand.
Then they sat at the feet of Xuanbing Buddha, watching the winds stir and clouds swirl in the sky as they observed the sun disappear into the evening glow.
During this time, the Illusion Demon Ancestor began to grow weary and aged; he knew he was about to die.
Ten thousand years ago, the Illusion Demon Ancestor was born in a small town that was not particularly wealthy. His family was impoverished, his father had died early, and he was born ugly with a reclusive personality. As a result, he had no friends and was often bullied.
Later, his mother, who raised him, died from hunger and cold. The young Illusion Demon Ancestor endured endless humiliation and witnessed the ugliness of human nature. For forty long years, he lived as a slave filled with boundless hatred, doing laundry, cooking, chopping wood, and carrying dung while frequently suffering various forms of mental and physical abuse.
At that time, it was the end of the Demon Moon's reign, and the ancient era was coming to a close amidst chaos. A very ugly Taoist passed by his family and noticed the overwhelming resentment emanating from him. Recognizing his exceptional talent despite his hideous appearance, the Taoist took him as a disciple and offered him the chance to kill everyone in his family. However, after becoming a disciple, the Illusion Demon Ancestor faced more insults and beatings. Eventually, after mastering dark arts and illusions, he killed his master. Years of loneliness and hatred led to a split personality disorder; thus, his clones developed their own psychological activities, making it difficult to distinguish between them. He began to transform into a child repeatedly, yearning for a second childhood. He wandered from town to town, trying to integrate with local children but faced disappointment time and again, resulting in rivers of blood. Ultimately, he lost all semblance of humanity. Even during the Transcend Tribulation phase, one aspect of his personality still urged him to remain in the mortal realm to punish humanity.
When the Illusion Demon Ancestor died, he retained the appearance of a child. He sat with Zhao Yang under the glow of the setting sun; no one knew what they discussed in their final moments. He pierced his own heart with a long knife and turned to ashes in the evening breeze.
"I saw a glimpse of your future; beneath your feet lie mountains of corpses, and you will be left alone in this world," the boy warned Zhao Yang after catching sight of part of his future.
Zhao Yang closed his eyes, feeling a mix of emotions—sadness among them.
Even if the Illusion Demon Ancestor realized something at the last moment, all he faced was death. The Xuanbing Buddha would not let him go; neither would he let himself go.
The four characters he wrote on the boy's hand essentially urged him to die. The Xuanbing Buddha allowed it; so did the Illusion Demon Ancestor; he himself accepted it too.
Those four characters were: "See you in the next life."
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