Several streaks of Buddhist golden light flashed across the gloomy sky from time to time.
Auras of tribulation transcendence swept in from every direction, without any attempt at concealment.
Regardless of whether there were cultivators here, regardless of whether those cultivators minded.
At this moment, the Buddhist Sect was already using the hardest of fists to declare its stance.
Any cultivators present reined in their auras, stopped flying, and quietly landed on the ground.
To cultivators, this was hardly the first time the Buddhist Sect had thrown its weight around in the Western Ox-He Continent. They had long understood these unspoken rules.
Still, the Buddhist Sect was a reputable orthodox sect, after all. As long as the matter did not concern them, it most likely would not take innocent people away along the way.
So, while most cultivators obeyed the rules and obediently traveled on the ground, they continued doing what they needed to do and going where they needed to go.
"What a grand display..."
Chu Xingchen sat beside the carriage, watching the golden light streaming across the sky as he spoke with a sigh of wonder.
Driving the carriage, Wukong involuntarily glanced sideways at Chu Xingchen when he heard his wondering tone.
This entire grand display was meant to capture him. What was there to marvel at?
Because of the Buddhist Sect's restrictions, cultivators were also walking or driving carriages along this government road alongside the mortals.
Telling cultivators and mortals apart was exceedingly simple.
Most cultivators held their heads high and their chests out, with weapons either hanging at their waists or carried on their backs.
Most mortals wore ingratiating smiles, lowering their heads first no matter whom they met.
A young Foundation Establishment cultivator was right beside Chu Xingchen.
Half-reclining at the edge of his carriage,