Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin The skies opened to unleash an almighty Golden Dragon upon this feeble and secular world. The people knew that just one casual strike from it would render the Nine Province Continent doomed, crushed, and destroyed. This was the pinnacle of Special Effects. Be it its immense aura, the terror it held, or the grandeur it represented, all were magnified under the Special Effects trait, painting the Almighty Heavenly Dragon as an unstoppable being. The provinces were taken by shock and awe at such a monumental display, baffled at how such a thing was even possible. The cultivators, however, were by themselves in fear, their very souls shaking. The Demons were lying on the ground, nearly crushed under the Dragon’s oppressive power. In Jian Qian’s case, atop the Gold Immortal Vessel, he was having a breakdown, his mind overwhelmed by everything his senses told him. His dignified face had changed into one of terror for the first time. It finally dawned on him the terrible power of Chen Changan, all too late. [It’s beyond the Nine Province Continent!] He had never seen such supreme Buddhist art in his life. [Why does this backwater continent even have such a Monster?] Chen Changan could wipe out not just him but the whole continent at this rate. The ancient Buddha behind Jian Qian broke apart and crumbled, as his will to fight lay crushed as well. He could not even resist such an unquestionable display of power and terror, letting his legs shake like leaves. He was bitter and regretful for not giving the Absolute Dominator the respect he deserved. Now he was going to suffer for his insolence. Chen Changan beamed inside. The power of Special Effects was beyond his imagination, making even the Demon Monk look ready to collapse. The Golden Dragon Roared! The only reason Flood Dragon Hei was spared was thanks to Chen Changan gracing his head with his presence. Not that the shock was any less, even without the intimidating and mighty Dragon Aura. He would not soon forget it, nor would the cultivators of Ghost Province, of course. Jian Qian now believed his death was night, scared witless. He suddenly recoiled and grunted as blood spilled from his mouth, looking ready to keel over. “Ah Mi Tuo Fo.” A booming voice echoed throughout the world. “Demon monk, admit your faults!” Jian Qian reeled in fear. Chen Changan looked like a supreme Buddha in his eyes. His dignified appearance, monstrous Buddhist Aura, as well as being basked in ancient light followed by the mystical chanting, all worked to drive home the supreme existence that he played. The huge Golden Dragon glaring down on Jian Qian only amplified the doom and despair. As if an errant ray could burn him to a crisp. Jian Qian didn’t know why he was not dead yet, but his mind and body broke down, scared to an inch of his life. “Buddha, I repent.” With the Special Effects helping him, Jian Qian took him for Buddha’s second coming. “Kneel!” Chen Changan gapped inside. [Special Effects are stronger than I thought—much stronger.] Ruse as it was, it still worked wonders in cowering anyone, even strong cultivators. Power was power, though. Even though it was fake, its effect was just as real and intimidating as true power. Jian Qian fell to his knees without thought, looking to repent like any other sinner in this secular world. The feel of the aura was enough to crush Jian Qian’s spirit. Chen Changan gazed down at him. “As you’ve admitted your faults, I shall show mercy on my part. Take your own life, and you can still enter the six paths of reincarnation. Your other option is to suffer under the Almighty Heavenly Dragon for all eternity.” Jian Qian was filled with gratitude for his mercy. “Thank you, Buddha, for your mercy.” Even Chen Changan blinked at how Jian Qian was so happy to agree about offing himself. Chen Changan’s Dragon and Buddhist props worked too well, even though it was just scaring him of the Special Effects’ power. “You finally know your place.”