The Terrifying Heavenly Temple Secret Art

In the Heavenly Temple, every title carried its own distinct meaning.

Those widely read and blessed with a prodigious memory were called Worthies.

Those lofty in virtue and revered by others were called Saints.

Those profound in cultivation and peerless in martial might were called Venerables.

Venerable Duowen was one of the Heavenly Temple Upper Court's foremost experts. Like Hai Gang, whom Zhao Lu had just slain, he had once served as a Lotus Seat Protector. But as his seniority deepened, his cultivation grew stronger, and his disciples multiplied, he relinquished the Protector's duties and became a Dharma-Protecting Venerable of the Heavenly Temple Upper Court. To put it bluntly, Venerable Duowen was the Heavenly Temple Upper Court's chief enforcer!

Without cultivating virtue or knowing letters and books, they devoted themselves single-mindedly to tempering their flesh and Primal Qi, forging incomparably formidable personal strength. Such were the Heavenly Temple's Venerables. Venerable Duowen was an exceptional specimen even among them—he could not recognize a single character, a thoroughgoing illiterate. Yet the divine arts and secret techniques he possessed were immensely powerful. His standing within the Heavenly Temple was extremely high, and his authority immense. Other than Miaowen, he paid no one any heed.

Barely five feet tall, Duowen slowly stepped down from the magic wheel, drifting down like a leaf carried by a gale. He landed directly in front of Barrel, who was madly hammering the Heavenly Temple's men to death. Seeing Duowen block his path, Barrel carelessly swung his warhammer down at him.

With a cold snort, Duowen shook his head disdainfully, pressed his palms together before his chest, and muttered a low incantation.

With a buzzing hum, a translucent bronze-colored seated divine statue a hundred meters tall appeared out of thin air beside Duowen. Its face was savage, its naked