Lin Yanguan, an Integrated Body Realm Cultivator of the Emperor-Grade Heaven-Splitting Dao, slowly walked up before Jinshen Hall and held his breath.
Slowly... it had to be slow... his strides could not be large...
Although he had walked this way for two thousand years within the Forbidden City Phoenix Tomb, although he was a Body Integration Cultivator whose dharma body and fleshly body had begun to merge and whose control over his body had reached its peak, every step he took as precise as if measured by a ruler, without the slightest deviation—even so, here, he remained like a beginner. Every step was cautious beyond measure, and he did not dare show the slightest disrespect, afraid of ruining the "rites."
"Rites" were a kind of Human Dao order. For cultivators like the Holy Emperor, who also cultivated the Divine Dao, "ritual propriety" was a source of power. Within the Forbidden City Phoenix Tomb, no one could overstep the rules.
Only after inching step by step to the front of Jinshen Hall, where the Holy Emperor resided, did Lin Yanguan steady himself. Without speaking first, he kowtowed and said, "Disciple Lin Yanguan pays respects to the Emperor. May Your Majesty's immortal path endure eternally, transcending heaven and earth."
"Mhm. Rise." The Holy Emperor's indifferent voice came from within Jinshen Hall.
After rising, Lin Yanguan finally got a clear look at Jinshen Hall as it now stood.
He could not help but shudder.
Three months ago, in that battle that shook heaven and stirred ghosts and gods, Jinshen Hall had been crushed by the Holy Emperor's "aura," then transformed into a flying sword and slashed outward. According to the Holy Emperor's original calculations, that sword should have followed the line of karma to strike its true target. Even if it hit a