In the depths of Ling Mountain, there are those who cultivate; half are demonic rulers, half are Buddha. In a sudden moment, they perceive the wonderful mysteries of Celestials, not of mortals, demons, nor Buddha.
Before the Demon Prison, Zhou Dao looked at the mysterious and enigmatic Dharma Aspect on the stone wall, a look of amazement on his face.
That day, when the Earth King Corpse turned the Temple wheel and converted hundreds in the True Realm, and during the time of the two Elders, Zhou Dao's Divine Soul traveled through the vast expanses of Ling Mountain and had seen a similar Dharma Aspect.
"Old Corpse… do you find this painting familiar?" Zhou Dao asked tentatively, moving his thoughts.
After a brief silence, the voice of the Earth King Corpse slowly rose in Zhou Dao's mind.
"That is an Ancient Demon God that no longer exists in the world, long forgotten by the River of Time, recorded within Dragon Tiger Mountain..."