My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Above the sky.

The clear sky, which had been completely cleared by the purple-gold lightning, now seemed to be torn apart by a pair of invisible, terrifying giant hands.

A massive void rift, tens of thousands of feet long, stretched across the heavens and earth!

The crack was deep and dark, exuding an endless, deathly stillness that sent shivers down one's spine.

however.

In the very next second.

The blinding golden light of Buddha, like a golden waterfall bursting its banks from the heavens, poured wildly down from the deepest part of the void rift!

The golden light shone brightly, casting a ghastly yellow hue over the entire war-torn plains of northern Xinjiang.

Within that dazzling Buddha light, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

A pair of enormous, sky-covering, star-like golden Buddha eyes slowly opened!

What kind of eyes were those?

There was no compassion, no warmth.

There is only endless indifference and an absolute arrogance that regards all living beings as worthless ants.

"boom--!!!"

The moment those Buddha eyes fully opened and their gaze fell upon the Tang Dynasty expeditionary fleet.

The world changed color!

A terrifying pressure, which did not belong to the Golden Core stage at all and even surpassed the limit of the Nascent Soul stage, crashed down like ten thousand ancient divine mountains!

Nascent Soul stage!

This is an unparalleled power that transcends the dimensions of life!

Moreover, this oppressive aura also contained the rich power of faith accumulated over countless years by the Western Buddhist kingdom.

It is not just a crushing blow to the physical body, but also a comprehensive and indiscriminate attack on the soul and the Dao heart!

"Click-click-click—"

The hundred spirit ships of the Great Tang Dynasty, suspended in mid-air, emitted piercing groans under the sudden and terrifying divine might.

The defensive array on the surface of the spirit boat is powerful enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Golden Core cultivator.

It only lasted for half a breath.

It shattered like a fragile eggshell, turning into countless pale blue specks of light.

on the deck.

"Bang!"

The first to be hit were the Xuanjia Army soldiers who only had the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment.

The immense pressure of gravity caused their legs to bend instantly.

But just as his knee was about to touch the deck!

"roar--!"

A captain of the Xuanjia army let out a roar like a wild beast.

He gripped the steel broadsword in his hands tightly, the tip of the blade deeply embedded in the hard black wood deck, forcefully supporting his continuously falling body.

Fresh blood gushed out wildly from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

But he just wouldn't kneel!

"The soldiers of the Great Tang Dynasty would rather die than kneel!"

The captain gritted his teeth and roared indistinctly yet forcefully.

"I'd rather die than kneel!"

Under the despairing pressure of the Nascent Soul stage, not a single one of the 100,000 Xuanjia soldiers of the Great Tang Dynasty knelt down!

They supported each other, using their weapons to prop themselves up. Even as their bones cracked and splintered under the immense pressure, even as blood flowed from their orifices, they stubbornly kept their spines straight!

This is the pride that belongs only to the mortal dynasty!

This is the iron-blooded backbone of the Tang Dynasty's military spirit!

At the very front of the command ship.

"thump!"

The obese body of Prince Wei, Li Tai, weighing over 200 pounds, was simply unable to withstand this level of pressure. He was pressed down onto the deck and couldn't even move a finger.

"My goodness... what kind of monster is this?!" Li Tai gasped for breath, his face pressed against the deck.

And in front of him.

Crown Prince Li Chengqian, Duke Lu Cheng Yaojin, Duke Wei Li Jing, and others were also finding it difficult to move forward.

The golden cores within their bodies were circulating wildly, their true essence boiling like water.

Cheng Yaojin held the Xuanhua axe, which was the size of a door panel, with both hands, and his legs plowed two deep furrows in the deck.

His face, which was as black as charcoal, was now flushed red, with veins bulging.

"Damn it!"

Cheng Yaojin spat out a mouthful of blood, and under the immense pressure that wanted him to submit, he cursed loudly.

"You old bald monk, trying to pull a fast one! You think you can make me, Old Cheng, kneel before you? Keep dreaming!"

Yuchi Gong's eyes were also bloodshot, and his bones were creaking.

"Old Hei is right! We sons of the Great Tang only kneel to Heaven and Earth, to our parents, and to the Emperor of the Great Tang!"

"What kind of bullshit gods and Buddhas are they? They dare to make us bow our heads!"

Faced with such unyielding and tenacious resistance from the Tang soldiers.

A barely perceptible ripple finally appeared in the enormous Buddha eyes high above the heavens.

Followed by.

A grand, solemn Buddhist chant, imbued with endless allure yet utterly hypocritical.

It rumbled and echoed throughout the entire world.

"Amitabha--"

The sound of Buddhist chants enters the ears as if striking a bronze bell deep within the soul of every person.

"You soldiers of the Great Tang have committed unjust killings and slaughtered countless lives; your crimes are unforgivable."

"The resentment of these 300,000 dead souls has angered the Heavenly Dao."

The voice from the void carried a condescending tone of judgment.

"The Buddhist path is vast, saving all sentient beings. I know that you are all blinded by worldly power and imperial authority."

"Why don't you immediately lay down your butcher's knife and kneel down to repent!"

"As long as you shed all your sinful practices and take refuge in the Buddha, this old monk will personally guide you and save you from the torment of having your tongues pulled out in hell!"

These words were spoken with great compassion and high moral character.

They directly defined the wars waged by the Tang Dynasty to protect the country and resist foreign enemies as the sin of "wantonly committing murder"!

They even demanded that they cripple their cultivation and kneel down to become slaves!

"Pah!"

Crown Prince Li Chengqian leaned on his dragon-patterned golden sword with one hand, and even though he was covered in blood, he still raised his noble head.

He stared intently at the Buddha's eyes in the sky and burst into angry laughter.

"What an utterly hypocritical Western Buddhist kingdom!"

"Where were you bunch of bald monks, spouting nothing but pity, when the Turkic barbarians tore up the alliance and slaughtered hundreds of thousands of our Tang Dynasty's border people?!"

"While the demonic cultivators of Tianlang Valley were aiding and abetting evil, using the lives of my Great Tang people to forge magical treasures, where were you, these gods and Buddhas who are supposed to save all living beings?!"

Li Chengqian's voice was filled with endless sarcasm and indignation.

"Now, we've won! We've gotten our revenge!"

"So you jump out and accuse us of wanton killing? Say our sins are unforgivable?"

"Screw your salvation of all beings!"

This usually gentle and refined crown prince of the Tang Dynasty completely lost his temper and swore, displaying no decorum whatsoever.

"Even if I were to smash my head against this deck and die, I would never believe in your hypocritical, man-eating Buddhism!"

"Well said!"

A cold, arrogant shout, filled with boundless thunderous fury, suddenly rang out at the very front of the deck.

Li Chen made a move.

Under the oppressive power of the Nascent Soul stage cultivator, which was powerful enough to crush a Golden Core cultivator into a meat patty.

Li Chen straightened his back and walked step by step to the very front of the command ship.

Every step taken.

The purple-gold lightning within his body became even more violent.

The omnipresent laws of space formed an invisible, distorted barrier around him, forcefully cutting through the terrifying pressure of faith.

Li Chen was wearing a white robe that was slightly damaged in the battle.

The wind whipped his black hair.

He raised his head, his deep eyes staring fearlessly into the golden eyes of the Buddha in the heavens.

There was not a trace of awe in his eyes.

Yes, but only a strong sense of disdain and contempt.

"Aren't you the mastermind behind Sirius Valley, trying to weaken the destiny of the Tang Dynasty by using the lives of its people?"

Li Chen sneered, his voice, amplified by his true energy, piercing the heavens like a sharp sword.

"Stop trying to brainwash me with your scriptures."

"You bunch of bald monks, if you want to harvest faith, if you want incense offerings and spiritual power, then come and rob us openly and forcefully!"

"They hide behind the scenes, plotting and scheming, and then come out to play the saintly, innocent little lotus."