The entire city of Chang'an was draped in white, holding a grand funeral.
The whole city was mourning the passing of Van Helsing, the demon-hunting master...
Shangyang Palace.
Beside a wide desk, Wang Ming finished processing the final memorial of the day.
His body naturally relaxed against the back of his chair, letting out a long breath.
The Jing River Dragon King is already dead. I want to see who else dares to so flagrantly make a move against the Human King.
Wang Ming was not simply undergoing a body snatching of Li Stimin, but rather a seizure of destiny and fortune.
Now Wang Ming was the Human King of this era, and all the qi luck of the human race was entrusted to him.
Ever since Di Xin, the Human King, who was supreme among the nines, had his destiny reduced to the nine-five supreme.
Saints could directly strike and kill without suffering any backlash.
However...
It just so happened that there were no saints in this era.
Western Paradise, Spirit Mountain,
Great Leiyin Temple.
Buddha Tathagata sat in silence upon a golden lotus throne, preaching scriptures.
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Spirit Mountain had already finished viewing the image recording stone sent by Huian Walker Mu Zha.
"What is the background of this Van Helsing? Which rule-breaker sent him out?"
Huian Walker Mu Zha kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, speaking with a respectful expression. "I am not certain, but according to the Bodhisattva's conjecture, he should be a believer in a wild god from a barbarian land."
"A barbarian land, you say?"
Some Buddhas and Bodhisattvas felt the urge to settle karmic ties.
"Enough. The most important matter right now is the Journey to the West; other affairs can be