The world watched as Daoist Priest Daoyi continued his journey to the Imperial Capital.

  Would he succeed in taking the head of Emperor De to continue the legacy of the Primordial Chaos Dao Sect, or would the Yuhua God Dynasty remain steadfast under his assault and ultimately become the victor in the battle?

  The answer to this question was what everyone in the world wanted to know right now.

  The Yuhua God Dynasty was the number one god dynasty in the world.

  It occupied a vast territory with countless people and numerous powerhouses beneath its banner. The common people in its territory were also able to live and work in peace under the reforms and laws that the dynasty made.

  It was a never-seen-before god dynasty.

  This was especially true when it came to the Martial Temple and its branches. They enrolled students for free, taught students for free, and imparted profound martial arts and cultivation techniques to their students so that they could nurture and display their talents.

  It could be said that wherever the Yuhua God Dynasty’s territory existed, the Martial Temple and its branches would follow.

  What the god dynasty had done was an unprecedented achievement.

  The Martial Temple and its branches had now also become the foundation of the Yuhua God Dynasty…

  Every year, many students from the martial temples often became officials in the imperial court.

  Of course, many of them also developed their own careers with the skill sets that they had learned in the martial temples.

  But no matter where they went, they would forever remember that they were citizens of the Yuhua God Dynasty. They would also forever remember the Yuhua God Dynasty’s benevolence towards them.

  Now that the Yuhua God Dynasty had encountered such difficulties, the people that benefited from the god dynasty’s grace anxiously paid attention to the outcome.

  Many scouts and spies paid close attention to the whereabouts of Daoist Priest Daoyi every day.

  Every day, he was closer to the Imperial Capital than yesterday.

  But the Imperial Capital never reacted to his threat at all.

  It seemed that after Li Chengfeng’s defeat, the Yuhua God Dynasty no longer had any powerhouses.

  This caused apprehension to the people who were concerned about the Yuhua God Dynasty.

  It seemed that Daoist Priest Daoyi would succeed.

  The world guessed right—Emperor De truly didn’t have any powerhouses that could contend against Daoist Priest Daoyi. Technically, he still had those whom he personally nurtured, but they were still too early into their development.

  Sending the people he recruited and nurtured out there to fight Daoist Priest Daoyi was tantamount to sending them to their deaths.

  His only trump card was the Yuhua God Dynasty’s Golden Dragon of Destiny.

  The Golden Dragon of Destiny was condensed from the destiny of a god dynasty.

  It had the potential to defy the heavens.

  But Emperor De couldn’t make up his mind.

  If the Golden Dragon of Destiny was destroyed, the Yuhua God Dynasty would cease to exist.

  Therefore, he was waiting for Daoist Priest Daoyi to arrive—he was waiting for that fateful fight to the death.

  The people who cared about the dynasty were anxious, but neither Emperor De nor Daoist Priest Daoyi seemed worried.

  One sat steadily in the Imperial Capital, looking at Daoist Priest Daoyi from afar.

  The other still gave off the image of a leisurely Daoist priest riding a green ox. He advanced dozens of miles on the road every day as he continued on his way to the Imperial Capital of the Yuhua God Dynasty.

  Seven days passed just like that.

  Climbing over mountains and crossing waters, Daoist Priest Daoyi finally arrived before the gates of the Yuhua God Dynasty’s Imperial Capital.

  Today, there were very few people outside the imperial capital.

  After such a long time, everyone came to know that Daoist Priest Daoyi was coming to take Emperor De’s head.

  Those who were afraid had long left the Imperial Capital, planning to seek refuge elsewhere.

  Those who firmly believed that the Yuhua God Dynasty would emerge victorious remained in the capital, but they didn’t dare to wander around.

  The gates of the Imperial Capital were open.

  But no one was guarding it.

  No one entered nor left.

  In the daytime, the capital was eerily quiet when it was usually bustling and packed with people to the brim.

  Occasionally, someone would walk by with their heads lowered.

  They would walk past in a hurry to return to their homes after finishing some work.

  Daoist Priest Daoyi stopped outside the Imperial Capital of the Yuhua God Dynasty.

  He hopped off the green ox; his expression remained indifferent as he pointed at the Forbidden City with his finger. “The Emperor of the mortal realm has cultivated the Dao with the intention of obtaining longevity that surpasses the common people…”

  “His actions have violated the Heavenly Dao.”

  “Emperor! Come out here and accept your death!”

  His shout reverberated throughout the Imperial Capital of the Yuhua God Dynasty.

  Everyone heard his shout.

  Including both Emperor De and Princess Yulin who were in the Forbidden City.

  Emperor De’s face turned cold. Dressed in a python robe, his aura became boundless and majestic. He stood and looked at Princess Yulin, saying, “I am about to manifest the Golden Dragon of Destiny. I will hand it over to you. Go out there and fight to the death with him.”

  Princess Yulin nodded. Her eyes remained firm and resolved.

  If she lost this gamble, the Yuhua God Dynasty would cease to exist, and she would perish along with the dynasty.

  But despite the overwhelming odds, she was willing to give it a try.

  “Sis… It’s been hard on you,” Emperor De said.

  “As the princess of the Yuhua God Dynasty, I naturally have to do these things. Guarding the Yuhua God Dynasty is not only my brother’s responsibility, but mine too,” Princess Yulin replied with a smile.

  Emperor De turned around and stretched out his hand.

  The air shook and began to tremble.

  Then, he slowly drew out a huge golden dragon from his body.

  The Yuhua God Dynasty’s Golden Dragon of Destiny.

  Emperor De slowly retracted his hand.

  He gnashed his teeth and stated. “This Golden Dragon of Destiny was only born in the past few decades. I established the Martial Temples and its branches to spread the knowledge of martial arts, literature, and the cultivation world to enlighten the common people. I did this so that they would forever remember their roots as the citizen of our dynasty…”

  “The Yuhua God Dynasty is an entity that cannot be separated…”

  “Thus, this Golden Dragon of Destiny was born.”

  This Golden Dragon of Destiny had just been born not too long ago.

  It wasn’t too powerful just yet, but Emperor De was truly pushed to a corner by today’s events.

  It was now or never.

  Princess Yulin looked at this scene with a solemn expression on her beautiful face.

  She was about to fight Daoist Priest Daoyi.

  Just as the Golden Dragon of Destiny was halfway drawn, a deafening sound suddenly rang out.

  The sound of Sanskrit descending made Emperor De stop what he was doing.

  Amitabha!

  A massive Buddhist proclamation sounded.

  In the sky above the Imperial Capital of the Yuhua God Dynasty, an entire mountain appeared.

  It was the majestic and huge Mount Meru.

  The mountain itself seemed to be sacred and inviolable.

  It was as if it was the residence of many Bodhisattvas and candidates-to-be Buddha.

  An old monk appeared out of thin air and walked out from the Buddhist light.

  Under the gaze of the many, he walked out of the gates of the imperial capital.

  He arrived before Daoist Priest Daoyi.

  Emperor De was surprised. “Who is that?”

  Princess Yulin shook her head in confusion. “I don’t know, but to be able to appear at a time like this, he must be a powerhouse that is here to help us. You should keep the Golden Dragon of Destiny first. Put it away so that it won’t be damaged.”

  Emperor De hurriedly put away the Golden Dragon of Destiny and looked at the monk and the Daoist priest behind the gates.

  It wasn’t just Emperor De…

  Every expert in the world paid attention to this scene.

  Looking far into the distance, there were also people watching this scene through the spiritual energy tide. No one had expected that a monk would come to stop Daoist Priest Daoyi just as he arrived at the gates of the Imperial Capital.

  After all, the Yuhua God Dynasty and the Buddhist sects were never on good terms.

  Back then, Emperor Ming had decisively exterminated tens of thousands of Buddhist temples.

  Moreover, Emperor De had just recently given the order to destroy the Ten Thousand Buddha Sacred Tower in the Jiangnan area.

  These events represented the grudges between the Buddhist sects and the Yuhua God Dynasty.

  But at Emperor De’s most dangerous moment, an old monk stood forward.

  The situation instantly became very interesting to the eyes of many.

  Before the gates stood Monk Fusan carrying Mount Meru itself.

  The mountain seemed to be a Buddhist kingdom in the mortal realm.

  It floated and eventually rested on Monk Fusan’s palm.

  Monk Fusan supported Mount Meru with one hand and placed his other hand in front of his chest.

  He chanted: “Amitabha!”

  The current Monk Fusan looked completely different from the time that he was suppressing the demonic dens beneath the Ten Thousand Buddha Sacred Tower.

  Back then, he looked unrecognizable as a human being. He looked more like a malicious spirit.

  But after a few days of recuperation, he recovered somewhat. Now, he looked like an old monk with a charitable appearance. His back was straight and he was wearing a simple white kasaya.

  Standing in front of Daoist Priest Daoyi, Monk Fusan remained calm and collected.

  “How should I address you, Monk?” Daoist Priest Daoyi wasn’t surprised that someone came out to stop him.

  He sat on the back of the green ox and asked.

  “Fusan!” Monk Fusan said gently.

  Daoist Priest Daoyi raised his brows. “Monk Fusan, the eminent monk of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sacred Tower. I once heard my master praising you during the previous era.”

  Daoist Priest Daoyi recognized Monk Fusan.

  Monk Fusan wasn’t surprised at all.

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