"Primordial, Spirit Treasure, Haotian, and the Goddess are all here in person..."
Above the River of Time, Amitabha Buddha gazed upon the scene and sighed softly.
'This is a death trap...'
Supreme smiled but did not reply. Instead, his gaze shifted toward a deep, dark abyss, his expression turning serious.
"Demon Ancestor..." he murmured. He pressed a hand forward, pushing back a graceful woman who was on her way.
"There's no need for you to interfere in this game, is there, Fellow Daoist?"
The Demon Ancestor took Supreme's blow head-on, completely unruffled. She spoke coolly.
"Supreme Daoist Venerable, I never take part in your schemes. I have come only for the Goddess."
The two Great Buddhas glanced over at this, their expressions hardening.
Supreme, however, spoke with a smile.
"I am more curious about who you truly are. You are not a Dao Fruit, yet your Cultivation defies all reason and logic. The sheer depth of your Magical Power is something even I cannot match..."
