The foremost figure of the Northern Plains Demonic Path, the renowned Old Demon Six Fingers, along with eleven Nascent Soul True Lords of the Northern Plains Demonic Path and hundreds of thousands of Golden Core, Foundation Establishment, and Qi Refining disciples.
Together, they performed three kneelings and nine kowtows before A Youth in Green Robes, offering the grandest salute. They called themselves lowly people and declared that they would brave fire and water for him without hesitation.
Such reverence, such humility.
Their orderly kowtows, praise, and declarations of loyalty surged like mountains calling and seas roaring.
Han Lin took a deep breath.
He had always considered himself a man of firm Dao heart. From the son of a herb gatherer in the Seven Profound Sect of the Yue Kingdom Mortal Realm, he had come this far and attained the rank of True Lord. He had always disdained so-called glory, wealth, peerless beauties, and power, viewing them all as passing clouds.
Yet now, with the leader of the Northern Plains Demonic Path, an entire sect, and hundreds of thousands of cultivators—including many True Lords—bowing before him, even he was momentarily intoxicated, enthralled, his heart churning as violently as overturned rivers and seas.
Silence filled the area.
There was no response. Thus, no Six Paths Sect cultivator dared speak again. Hundreds of thousands stood utterly silent.
No one knew how much time passed.
"You twelve, open your spirit souls."
After pondering for a moment, Jiang Ding spoke indifferently.
He was not stirred by this towering authority into grand ambitions of ruling the world, nor did he display disgust, hatred, or the smug satisfaction of a great victory.
Many True Lords shuddered.
Open their spirit souls.
To open their spirit souls meant allowing themselves to be soul-searched, allowing an enemy to grasp the