"Those damned mortals!"
Inside, the Xingtian Clan had resolved to rebel; outside, the Spirit Mountain Ten Witches and the Great Xia Gods kept pressing step by step.
In the shadows, the Queen Mother of the West and the Tao Ancestor—those two Great Buddhas—watched coldly from the sidelines; the man had never felt so close to failure.
Yet now the situation was an arrow on the bowstring, bound to be loosed; how things developed was no longer up to him.
From the moment those incarnations were exposed, the man knew he either had to risk everything in one desperate gamble, or choose to sink into another long hibernation.
After all, for the sake of his long-cherished wish, he had already offended an unknown number of beings over these years.
Xu Jia, whose Buddha head had been stolen, was just one of them; in terms of how badly he'd been offended, Xu Jia didn't even rank among the worst.
