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Since Duanmu Hong could live for several hundreds of thousands of years, so too could others.

Little Ancestor was a living example of this.

This Little Ancestor was a persona from hundred thousand years ago, having served as an abbot before becoming an esteemed elder. During an excursion outside, he disappeared and, despite years of searching, was not found. Eventually, people believed Little Ancestor had passed away, and at that time, all members of Myriad Buddhas Sect mourned for quite some days.

Little Ancestor was the Sea-Calming Divine Needle of Myriad Buddhas Sect—the spiritual idol of all elders and disciples. Now that Little Ancestor had died, everyone was in deep sorrow and distress.

Who could have imagined that, a hundred thousand years later, the presumed-dead Little Ancestor would actually come back to life!

Unbelievable, inconceivable!!!

The old monk Hui Ming wept bitterly, wailing loudly, "Little Ancestor! Your disciple is powerless! I almost ruined Myriad Buddhas Sect! Please punish me, Little Ancestor!" Old Monk Hui Ming cried uncontrollably, shouting until his voice broke.

Abbot Xuan Si and others looked on in bewildered uncertainty at the old monk in the golden light. Even now, they dared not believe that the old monk was the Little Ancestor from a hundred thousand years ago... However, one thing they were certain of was that the old monk in the golden light was very powerful, more so than themselves...

To everyone's astonishment, whether facing Old Monk Hui Ming's wailing or facing the inquiries from Duanmu Hong and others, the old monk in the golden light did not respond. He simply floated quietly in the golden light, looking on with an indifferent expression.

What's going on?

Why won't the old monk speak? Is he mute?

"Playing tricks and pretending to be divine!" Duanmu Hong snorted coldly, "What nonsense!" With that, Duanmu Hong raised a hand and struck out with his palm: "Old thing, come down from there!" The palm wind was biting cold, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, and struck towards the old monk in the golden light.

This time, the old monk reacted. He merely extended a finger and lightly tapped downwards, and then... the palm wind released by Duanmu Hong simply collapsed, dissipating with the wind, leaving no trace behind.

"Take another palm from me!" Duanmu Hong struck out with another palm, the palm wind even harsher, but alas... it still dissipated in the end, unable to harm the old monk: "Phoenix Dance to the Heavens!" Duanmu Hong directly used his ultimate technique, flipping his hands upwards as thin lines flew out from his fingertips. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of these thin lines gathered midair, entwining and twisting wildly. From afar, they resembled numerous thin snakes dancing in the sky, a truly terrifying sight.

"Little Ancestor, be careful! These thin lines are extremely powerful!" Old Monk Hui Ming yelled at the top of his lungs, "Not only are they incredibly sharp, but they can also explode, generating a terrifying amount of energy!"

The old monk in the golden light seemed not to hear Old Monk Hui Ming's shouting. He continued to remain quiet and still in the golden light with no sign of dodging.

He Hentian, standing at a distance, twisted his mouth: "This old baldy isn't just mute but also deaf—it's pathetic to be both deaf and mute. But honestly, this old baldy is strong, being able to take on Senior Duanmu head-on is no small feat."

Gao Fei slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air: "Myriad Buddhas Sect truly deserves its reputation as a grand sect with a history of several hundreds of thousands of years; its foundation is profound. I originally thought those Supreme Elders were the final card of Myriad Buddhas Sect, but I hadn't expected... at the last moment, another old monk appears, and the strength of this old monk is unfathomable... I suddenly have a bad feeling..."

"A bad feeling?" He Hentian raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean? You don't think Senior Duanmu is going to lose to that old baldy, do you?"

Gao Fei shook his head: "You saw it just now, the old monk easily shattered Senior Duanmu's attack, his strength is truly fearsome."

"Enough, no need to worry." He Hentian waved a dismissive hand: "No matter how strong that old baldy is, he's no match for Senior Duanmu! Senior Duanmu is the strongest! Senior Duanmu is the mightiest! Senior Duanmu is the brightest star in the sky!" He Hentian held a blind admiration for Duanmu Hong; anyone who dared speak ill of Duanmu Hong would face his wrath.

In layman's terms: Duanmu Hong was He Hentian's idol, and He Hentian was Duanmu Hong's fan, a die-hard fan at that.

"I hope I'm just overthinking it," Gao Fei said softly.

"See that? Senior Duanmu has begun to use Phoenix Dance to the Heavens. How fierce the move is, utterly ferocious, that old baldy definitely can't hold against it." He Hentian sneered, "Just watch, the big show is about to begin!"

...

Under Duanmu Hong's command, tens of thousands of thin lines twisted frantically as they attacked the old monk in the Jin Guang.

Surprisingly, the old monk didn't dodge or parry, allowing the tens of thousands of thin lines to envelop him.

"It's over! They're done for!" The old monk Hui Ming, frightened, turned pale: "My little ancestor! Why didn't you dodge?"

Abbot Xuan Si and the others also looked disheartened, having hoped that the sudden appearance of the old monk would repel the enemy, but now...

"Yes!" He Hentian cheered loudly, waving his arms non-stop: "Old bald donkey! You just wait to die! Daring to compete with Senior Duanmu, you really have no idea what death is!!!"

Gao Fei quietly stood still, having a feeling that the old monk wouldn't die so easily.

Duanmu Hong let out a light shout: "I told you not to dodge! Now I'm going to blow you up! Explode!!!" Duanmu Hong issued the final command.

"Boom!!!"

Tens of thousands of thin lines exploded at once, and the terrifying energy generated instantly engulfed the old monk within the Jin Guang.

"My little ancestor..." Old monk Hui Ming, with eyes about to split, let out a mournful cry: "My little ancestor..."

Abbot Xuan Si and the others simply closed their eyes, unable to bear watching any further...

"Hahaha..." He Hentian burst into uproarious laughter: "I told you so! That old bald donkey was never a match for Senior Duanmu!"

"Something's not right! It's really not right!" Gao Fei frowned.

"What's not right?"

"I feel that the old monk is still alive."

"Hmm, even if he is alive, he must have been seriously injured and is close to death."

"No! I feel... the old monk's lifeforce is still very resilient."

"You must be feeling wrong."

"No, I'm not wrong." Gao Fei shook his head: "My feelings are never wrong."

"What the heck, my cultivation is higher than yours, and I haven't sensed anything... Eh... My God? How is this possible?" He Hentian hadn't finished speaking when his face changed, his eyes bulged round, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg. The energy from the explosion of the thin lines slowly dissipated, and the blocked Jin Guang reappeared with the old monk sitting unharmed inside, radiating with health, not injured at all: "Am I seeing things?"

Gao Fei gave a wry smile: "I really guessed it right! This old monk is truly extraordinary, just now did I hear people from Myriad Buddhas Sect calling him little ancestor? Could this old monk be an ancient ancestor from Myriad Buddhas Sect? Impossible, right? Anyone who could be called an ancestor lived a very long time ago, how could a person live that long? But..." Gao Fei turned to look at Duanmu Hong: "Eh... there are no absolutes! In this world, there are many magical techniques that could greatly extend the lifespan of humans, maybe this little ancestor has cultivated a certain magical technique, which is why he's still alive till now."

He Hentian was stunned, his waving arms dropped, and the cheers vanished. The scene unfolding before him was shocking. His mouth opened and closed, muttering something, but his voice was too low for others to hear clearly.