At this moment, he had already regained his rationality, and the Buddhist Sect’s Art of Enlightenment and Conversion, deemed unbreakable, was miraculously undone.

The Arhat couldn’t even figure out why before he had to face the endless wrath of the Mortal Emperor.

Reflecting on his previous state, this high-ranking emperor felt an uncontrollable fear and anger.

He had almost become a puppet of the Buddhist Sect, forever turned into an idiot chanting praises to Buddhism.

"How is this possible?" The Arhat muttered to himself, looking at the emperor in shock. This was the Buddhist Sect’s Secret Enlightenment Technique, which had converted countless powerful Demon Kings into the most loyal followers of Buddhism.

The Mortal Emperor before him clearly had no strength, so why was he able to break free? This was something that had never happened before.

This deeply shook the Arhat who came from Mount Ling, for he had always believed that after the Heavenly Court was greatly weakened by a rebellion, the Buddhist Sect was the strongest in the Three Realms.

Especially the Dharma of Conversion, which was considered to turn decay into magic; he had seen many powerful Demon Kings with profound mana become fanatical converts under the effect of this secret technique, ready to die unquestioningly at a command.

Yet now, a mere mortal had shattered this control, and the key point was that he himself did not understand how he had broken free.

The Emperor, however, did not care about the Arhat’s thoughts. At this moment, he was already enraged, roaring angrily like a crazed dragon.

"How dare you attempt to scheme against me?" he bellowed in rage.

His voice carried an inexplicable power that surged towards the Arhat.

Seeing this, the Arhat tried to dodge, but found that his body was already suppressed like a mortal’s; the ease with which he previously could perform Riding the Clouds had now turned into a vain wish.

The Art of Transformation on his body dissipated like smoke in the wind under this roar of anger, revealing the true form of the Arhat.

"Who are you!" The Emperor was greatly taken aback, as the Monk Jue Ming before him transformed into a young monk in an instant.

Compared to the kind-faced Master Jue Ming, the Arhat’s visage was more rigid. However, at this moment, his face was full of shock.

In this brief moment, the events that transpired were beyond his understanding. How could a seemingly feeble Mortal Emperor suddenly become a terrifying beast, baring sharp fangs? 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

And what he once regarded as his divine self seemed to have reverted to a mortal again, with all his once-prized mana rendered ineffective.

"Amitabha Buddha, I am an Arhat from Mount Ling. Your Majesty has a predestined connection with the Buddha, and I have come today to enlighten you!" The Arhat quickly brought his hands together in prayer, trying his best to present his transcendental side.

However, following the previous incident, the Emperor had not a shred of good feeling towards him.

"Buddhist Sect Arhat, how dare you use evil arts to scheme against me! Guards, seize him!" The Emperor did not believe in any Arhat; daring to attack him meant being captured first.

"I am a Golden Body Arhat; dare to capture me, and do you not fear falling into Avici Hell after death?" The Arhat shouted loudly.

At this moment, he was no different from a common man and truly no match for these fierce and formidable guards, resorting to verbal threats.

Countless royal guards with swords and sabers stormed into the palace, surrounding the Arhat completely.

"How bold, to still act so wildly in my presence, guards, seize him and throw him into the Heavenly Prison,"

At the command, guards swarmed up; the Arhat, now stripped of his mana, could only be slaughtered like a sheep, and in a moment, he was tied up securely.

"Your servant is late to protect Your Majesty, and hopes for Your Majesty’s forgiveness." Seeing that the criminal had been subdued, the Guard Commander who rushed in finally breathed a sigh of relief, quickly knelt on the ground, and begged the Emperor for mercy.

"This is not your fault, interrogate this fellow thoroughly for me, and see exactly who sent him," the Emperor said coldly.

After dealing with these affairs, the Emperor, still unsettled, sat on his throne. Thinking back on the earlier events, he grew angrier by the moment.

That person actually wanted to control the entire world through him, and had nearly succeeded. The Emperor shivered at the thought of his previous state; that fanatical condition was truly terrifying.

"Buddhist Sect!" The Emperor sat on his throne, his gaze icy, seemingly in deep thought.

The next day, a shocking news spread across the lands instantly: a Demon Monk impersonating Master Jue Ming attempted to control the Emperor, and luckily, was discovered just in time to avert a major disaster.

That morning, a prison cart carrying a young monk rolled down the street, carrying the Arhat who was captured the night before.

The once bold and spirited Arhat was now gasping for breath; without his mana, he was just a slightly stronger ordinary person. After being severely tortured in the dungeon overnight, he ended up in this state.

At this moment, he glanced around at all the living beings looking at him, and suddenly felt as if he was in a dream. He, a divine spirit once held in high esteem, had fallen into this mire. In the past, these ordinary mortals had only knelt before him in fear and awe; they had never looked at him with such eyes.

It was a look as if they were watching a monkey show, and the proud Arhat found it unbearable.

"It’s this Demon Monk!"

"He even dared to bewitch His Majesty and wanted all of us to become monks, the nerve!" someone suddenly spat at the Arhat.

"If we all became monks, what would you bald donkeys eat or drink? I even used to offer incense at the temple regularly; never thought you all were helping the wicked."

The crowd jeered and hurled obscenities, like curses piercing into the Arhat’s ears.

This was all because the Imperial Court announced that the Arhat had attempted to bewitch the ruler, intending to make everyone become monks.

This is Dongsheng Shenzhou, a land of great prosperity for mankind, where the indomitable souls of countless sages have infused this land. The people living on this land have never blindly worshipped divine spirits.

Instead of worshipping the gods, they believe more in their ancestors, trust more in the Imperial Court.

Therefore, when this rumor spread, many commoners hated this audacious Demon Monk who dared to bewitch their ruler to the bone. Now, seeing his prison cart passing by, they couldn’t help but curse out loud.

These curses soon grew intense, as countless people picked up spoiled vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, hurling them at the Arhat’s head.

And at the center of this storm, the Arhat felt a deep, soul-penetrating fear. He looked incredulously at the people attacking and cursing him.

At this moment, he felt a terrifying power that stemmed from those he once most despised, yet it amassed into the most fearsome thing in the world.

"This is a land of demons!"