At the foot of Mount Ling in India Kingdom.
Wang Xuance wore Brightlight Armor and held a twelve-foot mo saber. Behind him stood three thousand elite Great Tang cavalry.
"Where has His Majesty reached?"
Wang Xuance turned to the deputy general beside him and asked in a deep voice.
"Reporting to the general, His Majesty has reached the rear army."
The deputy general cupped his hands and replied.
"Good!"
"This western campaign will end with this final battle."
"All you generals have thought highly of me, Wang Xuance, and appointed me vanguard."
"All officers and soldiers, heed my command!"
"Once inside Great Thunder Sound Temple, slaughter all those burdened with karmic sin!"
"Cripple the cultivation of all those without golden light."
"Those bearing merit should be persuaded to surrender."
Wang Xuance declared.
"Yes!"
"Amitabha!"
At that moment, a resounding Buddhist chant rang out overhead.
Then, a flash of golden light appeared halfway up Mount Ling, and countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and novice monks emerged.
At their head were none other than the two Western Sages, Buddha Jie Yin and Buddha Zhun Ti.
"Please ask the Human King to come forth for a meeting."
Zhun Ti stepped forward, lotuses blooming beneath his feet with every step. The pressure of the Sage Realm swept down overwhelmingly.
Yet the Great Tang officers and soldiers below the mountain seemed not to notice. They merely gripped their weapons and reins tightly, awaiting orders.
"Fellow Daoist Zhun Ti!"
"It has been countless epochs since we parted at Purple Cloud Palace. Have you been well?"
Just then, several streaks of rainbow light flashed across the horizon. Three purple lights and five golden lights emerged from Chaos and stopped above the army.
Seeing this, the Human Race below immediately bowed their heads to the ground. "Descendants of the