The Dragon Clan naturally all stood to watch Ancestor Dragon fight.
It did not matter whether Ying Zheng was Human Race now.
In their eyes,
he was still Ancestor Dragon.
Ying Zheng did not yet know that he had gained the title "Ancestor Dragon" among the Dragon Clan. Countless dragons had even risen to their feet, ready to watch him display his might.
Standing atop Epang Palace, he remained completely focused on Shakyamuni Tathagata before him.
"Homage to Amitabha Buddha."
"Homage to Buddha Mother Zhunti."
Shakyamuni Tathagata pressed his palms together and calmly proclaimed the Buddhist titles.
"He is not even pretending anymore."
"He is directly chanting the titles of the two leaders of Western Buddhism, is he?"
On the enormous Dragon Clan plaza formed by the thirty-six Sea-Calming Divine Pearls, every dragon saw Shakyamuni Tathagata's actions.
At that moment, all they wanted was to raise their dragon claws and scorn him.
When Lady Nuwa had drawn her sword, they had not known whom she was dealing with. Now they understood perfectly—it was this fellow in the water mirror.
"Lady Nuwa truly has a heart of creation and compassion."
"If it were me, I would have drawn my sword and chopped him down long ago."
Only now
did they finally learn why Lady Nuwa and Amitabha Buddha had fought so fiercely.
Beside Tongtian's Jianmu Tree,
Azure Dragon's dragon eyes turned. "Yang Jiao, watch carefully. This may be the most spectacular battle of techniques beneath the saint realm. It is particularly suited for you to observe."
Even if one worked hard, one could not understand battles at the level of creating the Dao.
But battles beneath the saint realm were entirely different.
Azure Dragon reminded his disciple not to miss a single detail.
Yang Jiao had the character "jiao" in his