Lin Tian had watched the commotion for two days, yet no one from the Buddhist Sect had shown up, leaving him inwardly puzzled.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly sensed two powerful auras arriving above the Imperial Palace.
He immediately activated his Truth-Breaking Divine Eyes and looked over.
A man and a woman stood atop the clouds.
The woman was, naturally, Guanyin Bodhisattva.
The man was a Daoist in a yellow dragon robe, with long hair, a black beard, and a drooping mustache fluttering in the wind. He looked rather shifty-eyed.
Lin Tian saw through the Daoist's cultivation at a glance. It was comparable to the strength of his own primordial spirit-merely the peak of the Great Unity Golden Immortal realm.
Yet his true form was actually a yellow dragon.
So weak, yet he dares set foot on the Journey to the West Road? Could he be True Person Huanglong?
He immediately flew into the sky and concealed himself beside the two.
"The original king, Immortal Qiu Shou, has already been escorted back to Jiejiao. Sorry for the trouble, True Person, but please assume the king's appearance and rule for a few days."
Guanyin Bodhisattva smiled faintly, seemingly in a very good mood.
The Daoist stroked his beard and chuckled.
"I, Huanglong, am a true dragon. Serving as a mortal king really is a waste of my talents, but for the Buddhist Sect's grand plan, I can certainly endure this little indignity."
Lin Tian smiled in amusement. It really was True Person Huanglong.
This old unfortunate from the Investiture of the Gods era was known as the Four-Nothing Daoist.
No magic power, no brains, no disciples, and no victories.
During the Investiture of the Gods, he had lost every battle, even needing martial nephews like Nezha and