Northern Jambudvipa.
Demon Tiger Mountain.
Mahāsthāmaprāpta, an eminent monk of the Buddhist School, pressed his palms together and looked at the young man in golden armor before him. With a benevolent smile, he said, "Benefactor, you are fated with Buddha. Why not become my disciple? One day, you may become a Buddha and patriarch, bringing blessings to a whole region. Would that not be delightful?"
"..." The young man in golden armor stared blankly at Mahāsthāmaprāpta, utterly speechless.
This handsome young man in golden armor was named Hu Goudan. He had journeyed here in training all the way from Snow Mountain City.
Along the way, Hu Goudan had slain demons and exterminated devils. This time, he had even leveled Demon Tiger Mountain and killed a tiger demon king.
Yet before Hu Goudan could gather his spoils, a bald man suddenly descended from the sky, his golden light blazing for thousands of feet.
And the first thing the man said was that Hu Goudan was fated with Buddha and that he wished to take him as a disciple.
Hu Goudan felt as though dogs had run wild in his heart. Which fucking eye of yours saw that I'm fated with Buddha? Besides, why would I, Heavenly Emperor Zhao, ever become a monk?
However, Hu Goudan could also tell that the bald monk before him was immensely powerful. Although the man had already restrained his aura, it still brought Hu Goudan overwhelming pressure.
It was even stronger than the pressure Xiao Yun had given him.
This Primordial World is fucking incredible. I casually run into a bald monk, and he's this powerful. At the very least, this guy is at the Heavenly Emperor level—he may even have surpassed it. Hu Goudan was secretly shocked.
Mahāsthāmaprāpta was also smiling as he sized up