"You must not enter!"
Although the gold-robed Daoist was respectful in his bearing, his words put the other man in an awkward position.
A magnificent Grotto-Heaven lay right before them, drawing Purple Mansion cultivators like ducks flocking to water. Others could enter, yet Xuan Guang alone was barred.
Now an immortal decree had been delivered, its stance utterly overbearing.
Xuan Guang's expression was icy. He said nothing, merely resting one hand on his sword.
Every hair on the Daoist's body instantly stood on end, and a chill ran down his spine. Unwilling to test the sharpness of that sword intent, he hurriedly gathered his golden robes and said:
"Great True Person, please accept the immortal edict. Do not make things difficult for me."
Its golden threads were finely woven, its spiritual cloth soft, and it floated lightly toward him.
The scroll was densely covered in characters, their strokes like Iron Painting and Silver Hooks, sharp with killing force, every word a pearl. It had clearly been written with divine powers, its force immense, its weight that of mountains.
The moment Xuan Guang took it, his hand abruptly sank, but he still held it steady.
This was, after all, an immortal edict. Stamped with the Treasure Seal and endorsed and empowered by a trace of a True Lord's divine status, this otherwise ordinary golden scroll had instantly undergone Transformation, becoming priceless beyond measure.
The gold-robed Daoist sighed inwardly at the sight. This immortal edict was not easy to accept, and it had no fear of outward obedience concealing inward defiance.
Once the decree descended, it cared nothing for what one thought. Willing or not, one had to submit. Otherwise, the golden decree would grow heavier by an immense measure every quarter hour. At first, it was like bearing a cauldron, then