'Clang!'
Like a bronze gong being struck.
The giant fist of the Divine Enforcer, the celestial sword of the Tomb Guardian, the red-clad cavalry galloping across thousands of miles.
All faded, frozen in place.
The old monk stepped forward, descending.
Even though his body was still in Qingzhou, his foot had already reached the capital a million miles away.
'Clang!!!'
The sole descended upon the skies above the capital, resonating with the great sound of morning bells and evening drums, accompanied by the overwhelming Buddha's Light piercing through the Celestial Vault, illuminating the mountains and rivers!
The four Divine Enforcers coughed up blood, the Tomb Guardian cracked, and the imperial forces spanning twenty-six provinces across the land were thrown into disarray, men and horses flipped.
"You..."
The Tomb Guardian exclaimed:
"Great Divine Techniques?! You have indeed taken that step, when did it happen?!"
The old monk sighed:
"The capital... I have arrived."
