"How could there be a Sage in this era?"
Everyone was stunned. The man before them was inconceivably powerful. Ancient sect masters were mere ants beneath his hand; he rivaled the gods of legend, the immortals and buddhas of myth.
Countless people trembled, while the younger disciples gazed at him with admiration and reverence. They had long wanted to beat the Western Dao Lineage into the dirt, but had lacked the strength to do it.
The Kunlun sect master, the Immortal Sword Sect master, the Vermilion Phoenix Lineage's clan chief, the Celestial Master of Mount Longhu, and the other eminent cultivators paid their respects with solemn bows, then reverently invited the Saint to sit upon the Dao platform and expound the teachings.
Lin Xian did not decline. He seated himself on the lotus dais and asked those beside him, "What connection do Fallen Angels have with the Western Dao Lineage? Shouldn't the Church worship the divine spirits of the Light Tribe?"
The Western Dao Lineage was no minor sect, but a great religious tradition. In their use of the path of faith, they rivaled the Buddhist Sect.
Their Messiah was an ancient Sage, and God, whom even an ancient Sage bowed before and worshiped, had to be either the Bright Emperor's corpse awakened into a spirit or a Light Emperor's Son.
Yet those Fallen Angels were entirely unlike the golden-bodied, four-faced members of the Light Tribe.
"In answer to the Saint..."
Several sect masters explained that Heaven and Hell originated from the same tradition. The opposition of light and darkness was meant to make mortals feel both reverence and fear. Only with hope and despair could there be enough faith.
Fallen Angels were merely servants of God, not gods themselves. Only a handful of true members of the Divine Race