Another Future Buddha is stationed here now; it should be enough to dissuade this woman’s intentions.
At the same time, Lady Houtu also looked up indifferently.
Shi Mu bit her lip hard.
Having accompanied the lady for many years, she could naturally sense that the other party was constantly mobilizing her foundation, ready to break through at any moment.
But with another Emperor watching here, and now a Bodhi Sect Hierarch added, there is simply no chance of success, no opportunity to leave this place.
Just as the atmosphere grew slightly tense.
Monk Zhi Kong quietly turned around, knowing full well that even if this was a trap set for him by the two sects, he had reached a point where he had no choice but to jump in.
If he didn’t get the message out now, he would never have the chance again.
Beneath them were flickering figures of Jin Guang.
Wu Jun sat on the throne, feeling his seat like a pin cushion. He stealthily glanced at Ke Shisan in the distance, noticing this youngster appearing calm when in fact his palm almost crushed the armrest. Only then did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief; it wasn’t just him who was nervous.
Such little time has passed! Before the master’s conquest, it would’ve been enough for him to take a nap.
In the past, he thought that based merely on the remarkable feats he achieved for the master, the title of Hall Master was well-deserved, overseeing at most a Dao Realm, akin to his own standing.
Wu Jun, trembling in fear, glanced down and nearly choked.
Every single one of them were the divine sculptures of the Immortal Temple and Buddhist Temple, deserving to be placed on the top tier of the altar.
"Stealing Heaven and Changing Day."
Emperor Dongji slowly looked back, gazing at the monks before him, with nearly twenty Great Freedom Bodhisattvas alone.
This lineup, even though it currently doesn’t surpass the Immortal Court, is not to be underestimated.
He chuckled bitterly.
An Emperor should be fearless, yet he felt the fear of death in front of Shen Yi, so much so that now even death seemed like a luxury.
A dignified Emperor has become a prisoner, a puppet manipulated at will by others.
"Shen Yi, aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?"
"Afraid, which is why I seek transcendence."
In front of those bowing, above the five Hall Masters, a youth in Xuan Shang sat high above the clouds, as the emperor’s voice slowly resonated.
Emperor Dongji wanted to denounce again, but as soon as that thought arose, a intense tearing sensation hit his body, as if uttering one wrong word would completely wipe out his consciousness.
He glanced around, finally understanding why the Great Freedom Bodhisattvas all remained silent.
Emperor Dongji closed his eyes mournfully: "The road to transcendence in this world is scarce, the Buddha Triad rules the river of time, and the Sanqing Sect Leader transforms into one to divide the chaos, representing the clarity in the world."
"Originally, there was still a path of impurity..."
In the initial chaos division, the clear became the sky, the impure became the earth.
Impurity refers to the Red Dust of the human world.
This was the third path of transcendence, but unfortunately, it has been personally blocked by Shen Yi.
"Even if you rely on the Emperor’s Aura and hide in the Imperial City, the Sect Hierarch won’t spare you."
"How much longer can you hide?" Emperor Dongji mockingly raised his head to question, and the Joyful True Buddha raised his head to look as well.
With everyone watching, Shen Yi did not respond.
His figure slowly dissipated in the Ten Thousand Demon Hall.
And with his departure, the outside world briefly flashed by, leaving the Immortal Buddhas all in shock.
It was an endless wilderness, the sky clear with no hovering Yellow Cloud.
When everyone thought Shen Yi would stay in the Imperial City for a desperate struggle, this Emperor unexpectedly stepped out of the Divine Dynasty willingly!