The Karma Dragon's aura was deep and potent, carrying supreme majesty. Everyone present trembled inwardly, vaguely overcome by an urge to "submit."
The Black-Robed Elder wore a devout expression as he half-knelt on the ground.
Young Master Xuan's face went slightly pale as he bent at the waist in worship.
The Bear Demon cultivator was filled with panic and prostrated himself, knocking his head against the ground.
Mo Hua alone did not move.
His Divine Consciousness was exceptionally strong, and his Divine Sense had undergone Daoization, drawing close to divinity. He naturally possessed resistance to this sort of "majesty" that targeted the Divine Sense.
A man lived his life kneeling only to heaven, earth, and his parents.
No matter how mighty and awe-inspiring the Great Wilderness Imperial Clan might be, they were not worthy of his submission.
Besides, he was now a pitiful "puppet" who had undergone Dao Heart Planting Demon.
A "puppet" had neither heart nor lungs. How could it possibly kneel of its own accord?
Once the Dragon Qi subsided, everyone slowly rose.
The enormous dragon head opened its jaws, and the grand gate swung open, revealing beyond it a world bathed in dazzling golden light and resplendent divine might.
"The Great Wilderness Imperial Mausoleum has opened..."
Shentu Ao, clad in Dragon Patterns, spoke in a low voice. Then he stepped forward, his burly body like a small mountain as he slowly entered the final divine hall.
The Black-Robed Elder and the others followed.
Young Master Xuan glanced at Shentu Ao's group, his gaze obscure as though he were plotting something. A moment later, he ordered Mo Hua and the other two, "Go."
Mo Hua obediently took stiff, sluggish steps and followed them into Lone Mountain Temple, which concealed the Great Wilderness's deepest secrets.
Once inside the divine