The chants lasted for a long while in the mountains, changing from pure to comforting then profound. The mortals below thought that multiple Buddhas have arrived and became emotional. Some started burning incense outside of their house.

The chants had a similar effect to mortals as the name Beacon King did to cultivators.

This heretical king was brilliant. Though the person has been missing for nearly two thousand years, this title still scared the seniors in the present.

No one thought that he was still alive but one needed to give Qiusheng the benefits of the doubt. It was better to believe than otherwise.

“Idiot, you think you can scare me by bringing up the Beacon King? That I won’t beat the crap out of you?” Monk Jiu Rou wasn’t undeterred and slapped Qiusheng’s face, knocking the guy flying.

Few in this realm weren’t afraid of the Beacon King; Monk Jiu Rou was one of them.

He was as strong...