"Hoo—!!!"
The gale condensed into something almost tangible and bore down on him head-on!
Lu Chen staggered, nearly swept straight off the "cliff" by that overwhelming pressure!
"Worthy of being one of the Eight Departments' Orthodox Gods!"
His heart shook violently, waves crashing within him.
The pressure naturally emanating from this dharma form alone far surpassed that of its younger brother, Lord God of Wealth, by an immeasurable margin.
And this... was after being heavily suppressed by the Heavenly Dao.
If its true body descended, it would be simply unimaginable!
The heavens would likely collapse, the earth split apart, and even the stars and moon lose their light!
As he looked up at the Stellar Lord, he truly felt like a mayfly gazing upon the blue heavens!
So small as to be utterly insignificant!
Lu Chen was only dazed for an instant before steadying himself. He cupped his fists and bowed respectfully. "Disciple Lu Chen pays respects to Plague Great Emperor Haotian!"
The Great Emperor remained silent. Only the undercurrents of the surrounding Poison Sea churned.
Time was short and the task urgent, so Lu Chen did not waste words. He went straight to the point, analyzing the matter before the Plague Emperor. "Stellar Lord, the Plague Department has fallen to this state today. On the surface, it is because its Incense Fire has been cut off, but at the root, it is merely because mortals 'know only that you bring calamity, not that you can stop it.' You are one of the Eight Departments' Orthodox Gods, commanding plagues and epidemics, yet you have been vilified to the point where no one dares worship you. That is the true crux of the problem!"
"Whoosh—"
The originally surging dark-green Poison Sea abruptly became calm, as though an invisible hand had smoothed