Ye Xiaoyi’s gaze was strange, as if he was looking at a dead man. Compete in martial arts with Chang Qing? How dare Zhao Batian? Su Changqing smiled slightly but did not speak, his gaze shifting to elsewhere. But upon seeing the person on the Buddhist arena, his expression suddenly froze. "Such a familiar feeling." On the Buddhist arena was a serene-looking little monk, his face radiating a compassionate smile. The little monk was enveloped in a gentle glow, his brow marked with a light vermillion, making him look exceptionally... comfortable. Yet what puzzled Su Changqing was that this person gave him a sense of... déjà vu. "The humble monk greets the donor." The little monk noticed Su Changqing’s gaze and smiled, bowing. "Have we... met?" Su Changqing hesitated. The little monk replied calmly, "Back in the Taixu Forbidden Zone, I summoned Donor Su." "But unfortunately, the destiny was not right, and it is only today that we meet." Su Changqing was momentarily stunned by this, but after a brief contemplation, his expression changed instantly, "You are... the Bodhisattva of Good Deeds!" Back in the Taixu Forbidden Zone, indeed, aside from the Emperor’s Tomb, he received a second call. The source of that call was precisely the Eight-Treasure Compass in the Fate Palace. Later, he inquired with the Little Immortal Sect’s Buddhist Peak Master. It was rumored that this Eight-Treasure Compass came from the Bodhisattva of Good Deeds of old. That figure was virtually legendary within Buddhism. But unexpectedly, the monk had come back to life! "Thanks to Donor Su." The Bodhisattva of Good Deeds chuckled softly, "Had the Emperor’s Tomb not emerged and had Buddhism not sent people to investigate, I would not have been discovered." "Though now I have appeared in the world, my body is still incomplete, hoping for Donor Su to assist." Su Changqing narrowed his eyes at this, "How can I assist?" "Could you return the Eight-Treasure Compass to the rightful owner?" The Bodhisattva of Good Deeds continued smiling, "The Celestial Buddha body within it, no one but myself can use it." Su Changqing chuckled lightly upon hearing this, "If you have the ability, come and take it yourself." "I too wish to witness what extraordinary skills the Bodhisattva of Good Deeds of yesteryears possesses." Fresh chapters posted on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 Buddhism has troubled him several times; a few simple words, and they want the Compass back? The Bodhisattva of Good Deeds could indeed be powerful, but within the same realm, he truly feared no one. "I will certainly come to seek instruction in the future." The Bodhisattva of Good Deeds’ eyes gleamed slightly as he smiled, reciting the Buddha’s name. At this moment, the crowd’s gaze on the Bodhisattva of Good Deeds also bore a hint of weightiness. The name of Bodhisattva of Good Deeds, they had heard it before. However, those who could come here were all exceptional talents of the world; who would truly fear anyone? "Should Mister need any assistance, please feel free to ask." ’Man Shi’, the top talent from the Elf Race, smiled broadly, greeting Su Changqing. Back in the Elf Realm, he had drunk wine with Su Changqing. The summit attendees raised their eyebrows slightly upon hearing this, revealing surprise. The Elf Race was the least populous, but each individual was extraordinarily powerful. They didn’t expect Su Changqing to have relations with the Elf Race. "Why hasn’t Bu Yu come?" Su Changqing smiled and nodded upon hearing this, then inquired. "The King has gone to the Outer Domain, as ancestral spirits said something needs to be found." Man Shi laughed naively as he explained. The faces of those present altered slightly at these words, especially the Golden Crow Sacred Feather. The titles ’King’ and ’Ancestral Spirit’ represent things of frighteningly immense significance. The relationship between Su Changqing and the Elf Race seemed more than just a simple friendship. Not far off, high in the demonic path, ’Ming Zi’, warrior of Zhao Batian, and the Bodhisattva of Good Deeds all had their gazes slightly darken. Meanwhile, Ye Xiaoyi and Chu Xi marveled at Su Changqing’s network. At this moment, nine arenas of exceptional talents stood tall. Behind them surged the overwhelming dominance of their respective doctrines, seemingly merging and transforming slowly. The atmosphere was somewhat nuanced, as if all were waiting for the integration of the earth’s fortunes. When that time comes, the tops of the arenas will be thoroughly connected. And this also signifies the true division of earthly fortunes and the onset of conflicts. Yet at this moment, atop the demon race arena, the Sacred Feather spoke indifferently, "Since the human race has already determined the victor." "Then... it’s the demon race’s turn!"