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“Have you any untapped spiritual power left? If no divine power remains, this monk shall take his leave!”

With the manifestation of the Heavenly Dragon monk’s Three-headed Six-arm Demon-suppressing Method, his respectful yet humble voice resonated across the Underworld.

A grating noise fell upon the ears of the city god. Within the jurisdiction of his Underworld, he could not defeat an outsider monk. Were this battle result to become public, the face of Fengtian Underworld would be utterly lost.

“Hold on, Zen Master!”

A grandiose voice rang out. This city god, who had been holding back, revealing little of his true strength, finally brandished his ultimate sacred artifact.

An accumulation of a thousand years would not be bullied by a mere monk. He wanted to demonstrate his dignity as the city god, but he did not want to reveal too much in front of many Taoist and Buddhist dignitaries who had come to witness the event. He simply wanted to oppress with his divine power.

However, what he hadn’t anticipated was the monk’s extraordinary origin. Even though he was a whole realm below, with his body full of Buddhist treasures, he could stand against the city god’s legal body. Even in the Underworld, he barely suffered any pressure.

“Amitabha, City God, since no divine power remains, this monk takes his leave!”

Yinghai took a glance and saw that a major change had come upon the face in the middle of the three heads. Because in the palm of the city god, a majestic, imposing square cauldron had appeared.

The body of the cauldron was adorned with both dragon and Taotie patterns, inspiring a sense of awe and enormity. Cicada patterns were molded onto its four legs, and inside the cauldron was engraved “Fengtian”. From the cauldron, a thick, golden divine light radiated, encapsulating a profound, masculine incense of aspiration.

With just a glance, the Heavenly Dragon monk knew that he could not lay a hand on this sacred artifact. One touch could kill, brushing against it could wound. This square cauldron carried an enormous amount of will, even dating back thousands of years. Its power was as heavy as a thousand mountains.

“Zen Master, surrender the Returning Spirit Fish!”

The city god reiterated his demand for the third time. However, at this point, the issue was no longer about releasing the fish. If the Heavenly Dragon monk were to release the captive carp essence, it would be backtracking on his previous claims, submitting to the city god.

“Since the City God has bullied this poor monk with a sacred artifact, I shall hold back no longer!”

“Huh?!”

In the city god’s moment of surprise, a seven-tiered treasure crest of different colors, adorned with tassels of hanging pearls on four sides, hung over the monk’s head. This wonderful artifact, slightly resembling a canopy, exuded a golden radiance that pierced the sky. It was dazzling, blinding, and unbearable to directly gaze upon. The seven-colored radiance merged to become one, solemn and vast, with changing atmospheres.

Just within a blink of an eye, the seven-tiered golden crest tore through the Underworld, emitting a powerful light that enveloped the Heavenly Dragon monk. As the radiance bloomed, it guided Yinghai out of the Underworld, leaving behind only an echo of a calm and righteous voice,

“This monk acknowledges that I am no match for the City God, hence I am leaving. I implore that you do not pursue me!”

Looking at the departing Buddhist light, the city god let out a soft chuckle. Unbeknownst if he was ridiculing himself or laughing at something else, he did not make a move to stop the monk. The monk’s origins were far more astonishing than he had anticipated.

The events of today resulted in the complete loss of face for the Fengtian Underworld. However, that was just a mere loss of face. Given the depths of the monk’s capabilities, had he forcibly held the monk down, there was uncertainty about what could have transpired.

He had heard of some omnipotent beings that could strike their enemies down even if they were across one realm. The distance of tens of thousands of miles posed no problem at all.

“Second Young Master Feng…..”

The city god, feeling a loss of dignity, glanced downward. The events unfolding in the Underworld were clear as the patterns on his palm, crystal clear at heart. Even during his battle with the Heavenly Dragon monk, he was well aware of the events taking place between the group of Taoist priests and monks that he had intentionally let in.

Perhaps things weren’t as bad as they seemed. Those Taoist priests and monks who had originally come to spectate at the Fengtian Underworld had their attention elsewhere now, focusing solely on a young man who claimed he wanted to cultivate.

A reincarnated Immortal Monarch? Truly remarkable!

If his assumptions were correct, after today all the cultivators in Fengtian City would be attracted by this young man. The events that occurred in Fengtian Underworld would seem insignificant in comparison.

Most intriguing!

His grand legal body that stood atop the Netherworld land and under the legal celestial empire, dissipated in the wind. The heavy divine aura that was as profound as the sea also disappeared. The result of this battle caught the attention of numerous cultivators, but not many were focused on this.

Compared to winning over a reincarnated Immortal Monarch, what was a city god worth? Although the young man before them was said to be the younger brother of the one rumored to be a reincarnated Immortal Monarch, judging from the many divine abilities, he displayed with every move.

It’s reckoned that he’s not far off from the reincarnated Immortal Monarch, surely also a reincarnation of a heavenly being, and definitely someone of significant origin in previous life. Such a being, no matter which group of people, would not refuse nor find to be too many.

“Esteemed masters and high monks, matters here have concluded, and the monk from the Heavenly Dragon Temple has fled. This is a place of the undead and is not suitable for your bodies of law; thus, we ask that you do not prolong your stay here!”

Shortly after the dissolution of the city god’s legal body, spirits pleaded for the departure of the Taoist masters and high monks of the Buddhist Gate. Had the city god retained the monk, or had the monk conceded, he would not mind allowing these cultivators to remain in this place.

But now, not only did he fail to detain anyone, but he also allowed the monk to brutally rupture the Underworld and escaped. All the spirits who witnessed this scene felt that they had no face left, and thus did not wish for the unrelated cultivators to stay here for too long.