My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Boom—!!!"

The sky above Chang'an, which had been cloudless, suddenly erupted with deafening roars without warning.

The sound wasn't like thunder, but rather like something incredibly vast and heavy, forcefully crushing the spatial crystal walls of this world.

The sky has cracked open.

A golden crack, stretching for tens of thousands of feet, appeared as if cleaved in mid-air by a giant, red-hot axe, carrying a terrifying and oppressive aura that sent shivers down one's spine, lying across the sky.

The illusory golden lotuses, like a golden blizzard, drifted down from the bottomless crack.

What comes with it.

It was a series of grand, cold, yet endlessly solemn chants of Buddhist hymns.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha—"

Amidst the dazzling golden light, two majestic figures, as imposing as mountains, slowly stepped out from the void rift.

On the left is a man wearing a bright red kasaya, with one arm exposed as if cast in bronze.

A golden, menacing dragon phantom was coiled around him, emitting bursts of dragon roars.

The person on the right has a huge string of Buddhist beads made from an adult's skull hanging around their neck.

Beneath his feet was a phantom tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead, its glaring features gleaming with ferocity.

These are the two peak Nascent Soul stage experts from the Western Little Thunderclap Temple, known for their volatile tempers and decisive killings—the Dragon-Subduing Arhat and the Tiger-Taming Arhat!

Two Arhats at the Nascent Soul stage stood side by side on the clouds.

Their eyes, as large as copper bells, burned with raging golden flames as they stared intently down at the incredibly prosperous mortal city below.

In their expectations.

When the powerful cultivator reveals his true form, all the ordinary people in the city will surely be terrified.

They should kneel on the ground, trembling, defecating and urinating, crying and begging for forgiveness from the gods and Buddhas.

however.

The scene inside Chang'an City stunned the two high-ranking Arhats.

On Suzaku Avenue.

The huge crowd of people showed no intention of fleeing; instead, they excitedly looked up and pointed at the sky.

"Hey everyone! Look up at the sky! Is another new movie showing?"

An old man selling candied hawthorns excitedly waved the bundle of straw in his hand.

"These special effects are amazing! The golden light, the oppressive feeling! It's just like the real thing!"

A group of enthusiastic young people pulled out their spirit crystal phones and started snapping photos of the two Arhats in the sky.

Even more remarkably, a poor, pedantic scholar dressed in a Confucian robe was holding the bestselling book that was all the rage in the Tang Dynasty.

He pointed to the sky and shouted loudly.

"This is definitely a surprise promotional gimmick from the Grand Theater! It's exactly like what's written in this book, 'Tang Dynasty, the Prince's Path to Immortality,' where immortals descend to earth and get beaten up!"

"Quick, take a picture and post it on the Spirit Network! These two villains look so cool!"

Above the clouds.

The two Arhats, Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger, were completely bewildered by the commotion below.

Easter eggs? Special effects?

A villainous look?!

"Outrageous! This is utterly audacious and reckless!"

The Arhat who subdues dragons was so angry that he trembled all over, and the ordination scar on his head was throbbing.

"How dare these mere ants, facing certain death, so blaspheme against the gods!"

"Senior brother, there's no need to waste words with these demons in the demon cave."

The Arhat who subdues tigers crushed a rosary bead, his eyes revealing murderous intent.

"Directly unleash the supreme Buddhist Dharma, and utterly wipe this entire city, along with these ignorant mortals, from the earth!"

"good!"

The Arhat who Subdues Dragons roared angrily.

He clasped his hands together abruptly, and the Buddhist power of the Nascent Soul stage within his body roared wildly through his meridians like a bursting dam of a galaxy.

He prepared to summon the mighty Heavenly Dragon Dharma Form, powerful enough to destroy mountains, to teach the Tang Dynasty a lesson it would never forget.

but.

Just as the terrifying power belonging to a Nascent Soul cultivator within him was only halfway through its operation...

A sudden change has occurred!

"hold head high--!!!"

A desolate, ancient dragon roar, filled with boundless imperial majesty, erupted from the depths of Chang'an City!

Followed by.

The imperial aura that had previously been invisible and intangible above Chang'an City suddenly surged to a boiling point.

A golden dragon of vital energy, tens of thousands of feet long and with nine claws on its belly, rose into the sky from the direction of Taiji Palace.

It hovered over the entire city of Chang'an, its enormous dragon eyes, as large as the sun and moon, coldly staring at the two Arhats in the clouds.

The imperial destiny of the Tang Dynasty!

This is the culmination of the beliefs of hundreds of millions of Tang Dynasty citizens, the vast resources of countless small worlds, and the supreme humane national fortune accumulated through years of conquest!

In this absolute home ground belonging to the Tang Dynasty.

This destiny is the inviolable law of Heaven!

"Buzz—!"

An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended upon Jianglong and Fuhu's shoulders without warning.

"What...what is this?!"

The Arhat Subduing Dragon's expression changed drastically in horror.

He was horrified to discover that the vast, ocean-like Buddhist power within his body, under the suppression of this human destiny, was like encountering a natural enemy, and began to shrink and dissipate wildly!

Early stage of the Nascent Soul stage.

Half-step into the Divine Realm.

The Nascent Soul stage has reached its peak!

It only took a few breaths.

These two powerful figures, who held sway over the Western Buddhist Kingdom, had their cultivation suppressed to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage by the Golden Dragon of Fortune from the Tang Dynasty!

"My magical power! My realm!"

The Arhat Subduing Tiger let out a desperate roar, desperately trying to break free from the restraints.

But no matter how he activated the secret Buddhist techniques, the immense human fortune was like an invisible mountain pressing down on them, making it incredibly difficult for them to even breathe.

"Don't waste your energy, you two bald monks who have come from afar."

Just as the two Arhats were in a panic.

A mocking, cold laugh suddenly rang out from the clouds.

The void ahead rippled slightly.

Li Chen was dressed in a dark purple immortal cultivation armor, holding a handful of top-grade spiritual melon seeds brought as tribute from the Western Regions.

He was slowly chewing his food, looking at them with a mocking expression.

"This is the land of China, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, Chang'an."

Li Chen spat out the sunflower seed shells, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"On our turf, even dragons have to coil up, and tigers have to lie low. Do you really think this is still your little Leiyin Temple where you can run wild as you please?"

"You're the Prince of Qin from the Tang Dynasty?!"

The Arhat Subduing Dragon glared at Li Chen through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with venomous rage.

"Even though my cultivation has been suppressed to the Nascent Soul stage by this eerie aura, killing a mere brat like you would be as easy as turning my hand!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Instead of getting angry, Li Chen laughed. He casually patted the crumbs off his hands, showing no intention of taking action himself.

He turned his head and looked down at the Tang army formation that was waiting in full battle.

He burst into loud laughter.

"Close the gates and release the Crown Prince and Wei Zheng!"

"You two, stop standing there staring blankly."

"Two golden, high-grade sandbags fell from the sky; perfect for our Tang Dynasty's Fatan Legion to practice on!"

"Go up and give them a proper welcome. Don't let our guests from afar feel that our Great Tang is neglecting them!"

"Hahaha! Don't worry, Sixteenth Brother, leave it to me!"

Accompanied by a maniacal laugh like that of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

A burly figure, his body ablaze with crimson blood, shot into the sky like a cannonball defying the heavens.

Crown Prince Li Chengqian was shirtless, his muscles, as muscular as granite, with bulging veins.

He had already swallowed a Berserker Pill beforehand.

At this moment, the power of blood and qi was even wilder than the golden dragon of fortune below.

And beside Li Chengqian.

Wei Zheng, the number one critic of the Tang Dynasty, stood on the void, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

His righteous aura transformed into illusory ancient bamboo slips, surrounding him.

He was like a peerless Confucian sage who had come from ancient times.