"Amitabha. Ksitigarbha King wishes to invite you for tea. This humble monk will send you there at once!"
Gods and Devils Battlefield, Nine Heavens Mystic Immortal region.
A young monk draped in a golden kasaya and holding a golden Buddhist staff swept in all directions amid blazing golden Buddha light.
Wherever he passed, every immortal, devil, and demon at the Nine Heavens Mystic Immortal level was crushed beneath him, with none able to withstand even a single exchange.
Even experts at the peak of the Nine Heavens Mystic Immortal realm, half-step Daluo Golden Immortals, were no match for this young monk.
"Run! It's that freak monk!"
"Damn it, how is this monk so strong?"
"When did the West produce such a heaven-defying bald donkey?"
Immortals, gods, demons, and devils in the distance roared as they fled in mad panic.
Yet with a sweep of the young monk's golden Buddhist staff, a blazing expanse of golden light shot forth like ten thousand arrows loosed at once, instantly killing all those Nine Heavens Mystic Immortal-level experts.
Only several half-step Daluo Golden Immortals were severely wounded and barely managed to keep fleeing.
But the young monk swiftly caught up to them.
"You all share karma with Ksitigarbha King. This humble monk shall see you off." With a fierce swing of his golden Buddhist staff, all the fleeing experts turned to ash.
Holding the golden Buddhist staff, the young monk gathered his spoils as he continued onward.
"Too weak. At the same Great Emperor realm, they probably couldn't even defeat a mid-stage Great Emperor from the Nine Heavens Continent. The occasional strong ones only rely on the magical treasures in their hands. The cultivators of this Primordial World really are trash."
As the golden light faded, it revealed the young monk's face. He was