First Survive My Tribulation

Boom!

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva stood upon a lotus dais, suspended in the air, his palms slowly coming together.

In an instant, the rosy clouds filling the sky began to churn, gradually taking shape.

They converged into an incomparably colossal phantom. Over a thousand arms rose high in unison. Before such a gigantic being, the Arhat Golden Body, majestic as a mountain, was not even as large as one of the phantom's palms.

Within the Four Continents, one had to act cautiously and avoid drawing the Divine Dynasty's attention.

Yet the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva had directly revealed his Dharma manifestation. He clearly intended to kill, which showed just how enraged he was.

Even his earlier address of "sir" to Shen Yi had dripped with heavy mockery.

The imperial court was the court of mortal beings, but before gods and Buddhas, it was no more than a steward managing the mortal realm for them.

A mere servant dared put on such a lofty, superior air.

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva lowered his gaze indifferently and looked below.

The young man in black still showed no intention of fleeing. Instead, he stood calmly where he was, extending a hand with a golden-yellow jade plaque clasped between his fingers.

With the Bodhisattva's discernment, he recognized the object at a glance.

"Your wolfish ambition is plain for all to see."

The Divine Dynasty was actually using imperial qi to privately forge immortal seals.

He raised his brows, finally understanding where this brat's confidence came from.

Sudden power inevitably made people arrogant.

But how could ordinary mortals understand the enormous gulf between their own cultivation and external objects?

Did he truly think that holding an immortal seal made him a genuine Great Luo Immortal Venerable?

Besides, he had only barely reached the number of three-three. He was still far