While Piaomiao was still using the lotus platform to reconstruct her body, Papiyas had already been released by Yuan Cheng.0

Having been pummeled half to death by the corrupted Piaomiao and then imprisoned for so long in the pagoda with unending Buddhist radiance continuously cleansing and purifying him, by the time he was released, Papiyas was barely clinging to life.0

And yet, beings like him simply did not die. Any other demon, even one mightier than him, would have long since been reduced to dust under such circumstances, but not Papiyas.0

Casting a venomous glare at the monks, Papiyas fled in a pitiful retreat. In his current state, he stood no chance against the ancient Buddha.0

The wise bide their time. I’ll return once my wounds are healed. When that day comes, these bald donkeys will pay. Perhaps I could even use them to trap Zhao Changhe in the process.0

Papiyas had never relinquished his vendetta.0

Just you wait!0

His hatred extended to Snow Owl as well. By all rights, there had been a lengthy period during which Zhao Changhe and Piaomiao’s souls were absent from the temple. The only ones left behind were the ancient Buddha and Cui Yuanyang. While the two were both at the Profound Control Realm, the ancient Buddha clearly stood no chance against Snow Owl, and as for Cui Yuanyang, could she even count as a Profound Control master? It had been the perfect opportunity to infiltrate the temple, raze it to the ground, rescue him, and perhaps even kill Zhao Changhe in the process. And yet Snow Owl had faltered, cowardly and hesitant, missing the moment for fear of crossing swords with Zhao Changhe and Piaomiao.0

Such was the curse that plagued those who lurked in the shadows—they lacked the courage to face formidable foes head-on. Had Snow Owl dared to strike, he would have seen how vulnerable the temple truly was.0

But now, it was...0