The Arhat murmured to himself, yet a great fear was born in the depths of his heart.
It seemed as though a magical mood permeated this land, where people did not have as much faith in divine spirits as one might expect, even though this place was under the domain of the Heavenly Court.
However, the Heavenly Court had turned a blind eye, and recalling the mysterious energy that had emerged before, the Arhat felt as if cold water had been poured over his head.
"This is a trick, a trap set by the Heavenly Court!" The Heavenly Court must be hiding some secret, which is why they were content to watch him cause havoc in Dongsheng Shenzhou, perhaps for this very day.
Thinking of this, the Arhat felt a chill run through his body. He wanted to shout to the heavens, to tell his conjectures to the disciples of the Buddhist Sect, but was shocked to find he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.