Heavenly Dragon Temple, Dragon King Hall.
The golden Dragon King Buddha statue stood several zhang tall, with deer antlers atop its head and fine dragon scales covering its face and body. Its golden vertical pupils radiated extraordinary majesty.
Great Might Heavenly Dragon Demon-Subduing Dragon King had few followers among the common people, yet it had been secretly worshiped by generations of the Great Yan Dynasty's royal family.
Heavenly Dragon Temple was, in truth, a temple complex built specifically by the royal family. Located atop Profound Heaven Peak, it contained over a thousand rooms and dozens of halls. Its scale was immense, and nearly ten thousand people resided within the temple.
Even novice monks who had not yet taken the precepts were Qi Refining cultivators.
The temple's abbot, Juekong, and the Dragon King Hall's chief seat, Juemie, were both sixth-rank Pure Yang powerhouses. They also served as protectors of the Great Yan Dynasty.
After being wounded by Gao Xian, Yan Nineteen's first thought had been to seek help at Heavenly Dragon Temple.
Juemie, the chief seat of Dragon King Hall, sat in meditation beneath the Buddha statue. He held prayer beads in his hand and silently recited sutras, solemn and severe.
Juemie was bald, browless, with exceptionally high cheekbones, a lion's nose, and a wide mouth. He was also tremendously tall. Even with his eyes closed in peaceful recitation, he still exuded the fearsome might of a lion or tiger.
Though Yan Nineteen was anxious, he could not very well interrupt Juemie's chanting. Besides, as a sixth-rank Pure Yang cultivator, he had to appear composed; he could not lose face before Juemie.
Juemie's chanting was low and indistinct, and Yan Nineteen could not make out the words. Yet the rhythm of Juemie's voice, combined with the curling sandalwood incense filling the