"Tang Emperor!"
"Return to your Jambudvipa!"
A grand voice, rumbling like heavenly thunder, transmitted from top to bottom.
It carried the purest Buddhist thunder-sound within it, and this speech alone was enough to instantly poison a million minor demons to death.
After all, these were the words of a Buddhist Buddha, so they were naturally immensely powerful.
Wang Ming was right in the center of the thunder-sound storm, and the pressure he felt was extremely severe. Those nine dragons of national fortune guarding Wang Ming were all shaken so they wobbled.
They appeared extremely strained to resist.
However...
When those Buddhist thunder-sounds that broke through the defense of the national fortune dragons actually touched Wang Ming, they became gentle and no longer possessed any harm.
This simply did not look like the same thing.
Facing this situation, how could Wang Ming fail to guess the reason? It was clearly to deliberately build prestige, scare Wang Ming, and make Wang Ming lose courage and submit directly.
Scaring me without actually hurting me?
Wang Ming felt some doubt in his heart regarding Buddhism's baffling operation at this moment, but his determination was firm from beginning to end.
"I said that if I do not conquer Tianzhu, I will never return to Chang'an."
He directly rejected the Buddha's proposal.
It was not that Wang Ming did not know how the word death was written.
It was precisely because he knew that he had no choice.
The Journey to the West Tribulation was coming to an end.
Wang Ming led his army west out of Chang'an, advancing all the way toward Tianzhu in the west.
He successively conquered Baoxiang Kingdom, Wuji Kingdom, Chechi Kingdom, Nü'er Kingdom, Jisai Kingdom, Zhuzi Kingdom, and Biqiu Kingdom.
He only needed to conquer the subsequent Miefa Kingdom and Tianzhu