That face was clearly so enormous. He could clearly see that it was a human god, with eyes, nose, mouth—everything a person had.
Yet when he stared straight at it, he could not form a complete, detailed image of its true visage in his mind.
He could only sense that the five gods' eyes were hollow, containing nothing but void and revolving stars.
An indescribable terror rose in the hearts of all Devil Cultivators—not because these five Heavenly Kings were powerful, nor because their forms were strange, but because an omen of danger rooted in their bloodlines and instincts inexplicably surged within them.
These five Heavenly Kings seemed to have hunted their kind for generation after generation, until that fear had been passed down through the ages, just as people instinctively feared venomous snakes and savage beasts.
Heaven and earth were like a chessboard, with five colossal gods encircling it and looking on.
A moment later, shrill screams came from every direction.
Everyone looked over and saw wisps of black smoke rising from Devil-Transforming Mountain, like cooking smoke drifting above a small village—peaceful and tranquil at first glance.
But the elders and Upper Rank Devil Cultivators' gazes flickered repeatedly when they saw where the smoke was rising.
That was the filthiest, most foul place on Devil-Transforming Mountain, hiding countless secrets and crimes.
Divine Capital, Imperial Palace.
Suddenly, twisted and shrill cries exploded, sweeping across the entire Divine Capital.
The city's people had originally stared at the faces of the Five Gods in horror and knelt in worship, but then a sound that tore at their hearts and split their lungs descended upon them.
Everyone's vision inexplicably went black, then returned to normal. They were drenched in sweat, feeling as though they had died for an instant.
Ministry of Rites, Imperial