"Great Pope, please tell me—what should our White-Clad Interstellar Society do for its next step?"
Dharma King Teng Qing, the White-Clad Interstellar Society's fourth Dharma King, was now kneeling in the Society's cathedral, quietly awaiting the Pope's orders. Of his colleagues, one had already died; another was investigating Pablongdao Alai Light Demon Star; one was on Earth, the White-Clad Interstellar Society's home planet. Only he remained among the Dharma Kings.
Even as a Dharma King, he had never once seen the Pope's face. The Pope had always assigned tasks from behind a concealed curtain, yet no one's silhouette had ever appeared behind that curtain.
They had never seen even a shadow, yet they could hear his voice. If any of the four Dharma Kings made the slightest reckless move, they could be punished by the Pope at any time and in any place. This filled the Dharma Kings with mystery and fear toward the Pope. Dharma King Cang Guduosibeliduo had once claimed that, within the White-Clad Interstellar Society, the Dharma Kings were stronger than the Pope. But that had merely been his personal belief. After all, he had never personally seen the Pope, much less fought him. How could he know who was stronger and who was weaker between himself and the Pope?
Yet, to fulfill the White-Clad Interstellar Society's grand ambition of unifying the universe, they had no choice but to rely on the Pope. Although the Pope never revealed his strength, his omniscient knowledge was impossible not to admire. The Dharma Kings had never seen the Pope leave the home planet, yet he knew of every event taking place anywhere in the universe at any moment. Whenever the Dharma Kings obeyed the Pope's commands, they were almost always victorious in every battle. As a result, the Dharma Kings