Xing Tian

An hour passed quickly.

The army continued advancing deeper into the Western Region. The soldiers in Qin Jun's legion were generally above the Void Transformation Realm. It had taken only a day to fight from the Southern Region, and the journey from the Western Region's border to Leiyin Temple certainly would not take long either. However, wars would inevitably keep breaking out along the way, causing delays.

Meanwhile, at Leiyin Temple.

Below Leiyin Temple stood a towering peak that pierced the clouds. Buddha had named it Spiritual Mountain. Buddhist disciples covered the surrounding foothills, seated cross-legged on the ground in spreading circles. At a glance, there were no fewer than several hundred thousand of them, chanting scriptures in unison in an incomparably spectacular sight.

A Golden Buddha floated above Leiyin Temple. It was none other than Buddha. His body was even larger than the entire Leiyin Temple, and his chanting was the loudest.

The atmosphere was grim, filled with the tension before battle.

Buddha kept his eyes shut, his face solemn and dignified, inspiring reverence in all who saw him.

Boom!

At that moment, the ground before Leiyin Temple suddenly burst apart. A black-clad man emerged from the earth while carrying Sun Wukong. Covered in blood, Sun Wukong lay on the ground, panting, without even the strength to stand.

When the hundreds of thousands of disciples heard Buddha stop chanting, they could not help but look up toward Spiritual Mountain. Buddha opened his eyes as well, frowning slightly. "Such severe injuries... Could Hou Yi have made a move?"

"No, it was Xiang Yu," the black-clad man said. Beneath his black hood was the face of a scarred middle-aged man. His appearance was utterly ordinary, the sort that would vanish forever once thrown into a crowd.

Buddha's brows furrowed even more