Nothing More Than This

Once everyone had disappeared from sight, Golden Cicada finally opened his eyes. He stood, brushed off nonexistent dust from his clothes, looked toward Spirit Mountain, and revealed a sinister smile before quickly catching up.

"They're here."

A bronze mirror clearly reflected the figures of the scripture-seeking party.

They were not flying or soaring through the air.

They simply walked step by step toward Spirit Mountain.

Their target was the Great Thunderclap Temple.

It looked like it had nothing to do with the Heavenly Court, but who could guarantee that after destroying the Great Thunderclap Temple, they would not turn on the Heavenly Court as well?

When the lips were gone, the teeth would grow cold. Everyone understood that principle.

The immortals and Buddhas gathered together. The mirror showed the scripture-seeking party, and then it reflected the figure of the Great Heavenly Demon as well.

He sat atop the head of a Nine Heavens Demon Fox in an utterly improper posture, not cross-legged in meditation.

Instead, he used the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox's upright ears as a backrest, stretching out his legs as he reclined against them.

Fortunately, the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox had grown so large. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to assume such a comfortable position.

When the mirror reflected the Great Heavenly Demon's appearance, he seemed to sense it. He merely smiled, utterly unmoved.

"Arrogant!"

"He has no idea of his own limits!"

Several arhats immediately spoke up, looking as though they could not wait to battle the Great Heavenly Demon for three hundred rounds.

There were more than eighteen arhats at the Great Thunderclap Temple. Among them, the more famous ones were the Dragon-Subduing and Tiger-Taming Arhats, and there were eighteen particularly powerful ones.

They far surpassed ordinary arhats. The reason they had not become Bodhisattvas

was mainly