The Golden Body of Buddha was what most Buddhist cultivators dreamt of achieving.

  It was a terrifying technique that involved condensing a golden body from a Buddhist dharma.

  However, it was completely different from Lin Jiufeng’s Buddha Demon Golden Body. The latter was a technique created using the Golden Body of Buddha as the foundation.

  Of course, it belonged to the same category and was very powerful, but Lin Jiufeng’s Buddha Demon Golden Body couldn’t compare to the authentic Golden Body of Buddha.

  But if someone who could execute the Buddha Demon Golden Body fought with someone that could execute the Golden Body of Buddha and they were at the same cultivation realm. The outcome of the battle would then depend on which party had a deeper comprehension of their own golden bodies.

  The current Monk Fusan could be considered to have stepped on the threshold of comprehension when it came to the Golden Body of Buddha. His understanding might be limited just yet, but it couldn’t be underestimated.

  Although Monk Fusan’s body was weak…

  Although Monk Fusan’s cultivation base still wasn’t at its peak…

  Although Monk Fusan had only escaped from his ‘jail’ not long ago…

  He had the Golden Body of Buddha!

  At this moment, the Golden Body of Buddha unleashed its ferocity and might. With a single palm, it directly broke the Heaven Burning Domain. Millions of heavenly flames gathered on its palm as a sign of defiance from the latter, but the flames were unable to harm the palm.

  Then, it slapped down.

  The mountains and the rivers shook, the sun and the moon drooped, and everything in the world was overshadowed by the golden giant.

  Buddha seemed to have arrived in the mortal realm.

  To cleanse all evil.

  The mortals in the imperial capital knelt reverently and prostrated themselves in worship.

  They wore excited looks on their faces.

  Some Buddhist believers even quivered in excitement.

  A true Buddha has appeared!

  In the Forbidden City, both Emperor De and Princess Yulin were overjoyed when they saw what was happening.

  “Why is this Monk Fusan helping us?” Emperor De was confused.

  Although he was surprised and amazed by Monk Fusan’s might, he still couldn’t understand why.

  Why was Monk Fusan helping them?

  After all, it was the Yuhua God Dynasty that destroyed the Ten Thousand Buddha Sacred Tower.

  Emperor De felt that Daoist Priest Daoyi’s words made sense.

  The Yuhua God Dynasty destroyed the Ten Thousand Buddha Sacred Tower.

  Thus, it was considered an anomaly that Monk Fusan didn’t come here to take revenge.

  Emperor De didn’t expect that Monk Fusan would actually stand up for him and help him resist Daoist Priest Daoyi at such a critical moment.

  “This definitely has something to do with Big Grand-Uncle…” Princess Yulin guessed.

  “Big Grand-Uncle…” Emperor De thought about it and bitterly smiled.

  “I thought that we could become independent in this era of spiritual energy recovery and support the Yuhua God Dynasty on our own. I didn’t expect that Big Grand-Uncle would still end up helping us in the end…” Emperor De replied.

  “We can’t help it…”

  “Big Grand-Uncle is simply too powerful, while we are too weak,” Princess Yulin said.

  “We’ve got to work even harder. We must continue to strengthen ourselves and the Yuhua God Dynasty. One day, I will make sure that Big Grand-Uncle is proud of our Yuhua God Dynasty.”

  Emperor De declared.

  Princess Yulin didn’t speak.

  But behind her, the vague clashing of swords could be heard.

  Outside the capital, the Golden Body of Buddha displayed its might.

  It stood in the air with its upper body in the clouds.

  Then, it struck down with the Buddha’s Palm.

  It was a terrifying display of Buddha’s Palm.

  Daoist Priest Daoyi’s expression changed drastically.

  He couldn’t remain as leisurely as he was earlier anymore.

  “I don’t believe that this golden body of yours is enough for you to defy the heavens!” Daoist Priest Daoyi let out a long roar as a green light appeared between his brows.

  “Divine Soul Sword!” Daoist Priest Daoyi shouted angrily.

  He drew his sword with his eyebrows sharply raised.

  His greatest attack lied not within the Heaven Burning Domain, but his sword.

  He had split the sea with his sword after all.

  With his sword, he found the Penglai Immortal Island that generations of people had been searching for.

  He has continuously nurtured his sword for thousands of years.

  In his Divine Soul lied a wisp of green.

  The wisp of green was a seven-foot-long thin sword.

  He pulled it out from between his brows and its appearance directly caused the sky to tremble.

  Daoist Priest Daoyi directly flew into the sky and slashed out with his sword.

  Clang!

  Green light surged.

  Amidst the lights that filled the sky, a path of blood was created.

  Green light and Buddhist light interweaved, occupying half the sky and they were reflected brilliantly in the eyes of everyone.

  Included in the commotion were the flames of Heaven Burning,

  They exploded along with the kaleidoscope of lights.

  Boom!

  The world trembled.

  An explosion of catastrophic proportions spread for thousands of miles.

  It blew up the clouds in the sky and shattered them layer by layer.

  The Golden Body of Buddha disappeared.

  Daoist Priest Daoyi also disappeared.

  Everyone watched without blinking.

  They didn’t dare to relax for a moment. What was the outcome of the fight?

  The powerhouses thousands of miles away also watched nervously. Who won?

  If Monk Fusan lost and Emperor De died, the Yuhua God Dynasty would be in trouble.

  Countless ambitious people in the world would immediately take advantage of the situation.

  If Daoist Priest Daoyi lost, the world would become quiet once again.

  Those ambitious people would hide under the undercurrents and continue to wait for the opportune moment to reveal themselves.

  So…

  Who won?

  Tick!

  Tick!

  Tick!

  Just as everyone was waiting, it started raining,

  At first, two drops landed on Monk Fusan’s face.

  Monk Fusan reached out and wiped the rainwater away.

  He muttered softly, “It’s raining…”

  As soon as his words fell…

  Shuash!

  The drizzle turned into heavy rain.

  Many people were drenched, but they couldn’t bear to hide from the rain.

  They still wanted to see who won the fight.

  Monk Fusan and the big green ox stood quietly close to the gates of the capital.

  Pu!

  All of a sudden, Monk Fusan spat a mouthful of blood.

  He staggered and he almost fell onto the ground.

  His blood flowed with the rainwater down below.

  Da da da!

  In the rain, Daoist Priest Daoyi walked out.

  His face was pale, but his footsteps were steady.

  His Daoist robe was obviously messed up, but no matter how one looked at it, his condition looked better than Monk Fusan.

  Those inside the Imperial Capital couldn’t help but gasp.

  Their hearts turned cold.

  Monk Fusan was defeated?

  Such a powerful monk lost to Daoist Priest Daoyi?

  What would happen to Emperor De now?

  The hearts of those who were concerned about the Yuhua God Dynasty clenched.

  Especially when Daoist Priest Daoyi stood before Monk Fusan in the rain.

  He stretched out his hand and slowly condensed a green sword, pointing it at Monk Fusan.

  “You… lost.” Daoist Priest Daoyi’s face turned pale, but he could still muster a fight.

  Monk Fusan looked extremely weak and his body swayed unsteadily as he stood.

  If the wind got a little stronger, it might be able to knock him down.

  But facing Daoist Priest Daoyi’s green sword, Daoist Foshan smiled slightly. “Patron, it’s your loss!”

  Daoist Priest Daoyi smiled in disdain. “Look at the current situation…”

  “My sword is right in front of you.”

  Monk Fusan pressed his palms together and chanted.

  “Amitabha!”

  Rumble!

  In the heavy rain, infinite golden light surged and transformed into the Golden Body of Buddha.

  It stood three thousand feet tall, radiating a majestic air.

  The scene stunned everyone.

  Then, loud cheers came from the Imperial Capital.

  Monk Fusan has emerged victorious.

  Daoist Priest Daoyi narrowed his eyes and fell silent.

  “Patron, it’s your loss,” Monk Fusan said softly.

  Daoist Priest Daoyi slowly retreated.

  He retracted his green sword and gasped weakly. “Monk, you’ve won. But you will definitely lose next time. I might have failed, but next time, it will be my master who’ll come.”

  “Emperor De must die!”

  Daoist Priest Daoyi turned around and left on his ox.

  He was very straightforward in his actions.

  A loss was a loss, after all.

  80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled