Knock, knock, knock. The Cult Master heard his own heartbeat, heard it pumping blood like a water pump.
After serving Old Mother for many years, he had some inkling of how vast her divine powers were. No myth could describe them, and no boundless starry sky could capture them. If the young man before him truly was the Arch-enemy who had fought her for years, then his terror was beyond imagining!
And to reach across vast distances and countless barriers to snatch him from a heavily guarded place with a single hand—such a feat truly defied common sense and everything he knew about divine powers. The other party also showed no fear of Old Mother, so what he had said was probably true.
Had the apocalypse truly arrived, loosening the restrictions so that such a terrifying being could descend upon the world?
Could Old Mother send down her divine might and save him?
Don't be afraid. If he died, he could return to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss! The Cult Master kept reassuring himself, letting his fervent devotion overwhelm his rational, pleasure-loving side.
With both hands in his pockets, Meng Qi walked slowly down the stairs toward the Luo Sect's Cult Master. He smiled faintly. "What do you have to say?"
What did he have to say? The Cult Master's thought of sacrificing himself for the sect was interrupted. Puzzled by the question, his thoughts surged, then a flash of inspiration struck. "Did you summon me here because of my manifestation in the mortal world?"
"The apocalypse is coming, and the restrictions are loosening. The old heavenly laws no longer apply!"
He sounded rather like he was making a case for himself.
Meng Qi had no idea what he wanted to ask, so he followed the topic. "Who made