Evil Demon Forest, headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult.
"What do you mean, the Holy Emperor's divine statue manifested his presence?" Zhongli Wu stared at Nangong Wan, utterly baffled.
He might have been the Cult Master of the Holy Spirit Cult.
But deep down, he did not believe in the Holy Emperor's existence at all.
It was nothing more than an absurd legend.
He believed only in his own strength!
Even the Holy Son and Holy Maiden, who were said to be capable of bringing great prosperity to the cult, were merely useful tools in his eyes.
Yet now he was being told that the Holy Emperor existed, and had even manifested his presence.
It sounded utterly ridiculous.
Nangong Wan smiled and said, "It is absolutely true, Cult Master. The Blue Silver Saintess, several elders and disciples, and I all saw it with our own eyes. With the Holy Emperor here, our Holy Spirit Cult is sure to rise like the sun!"
After hearing this, Zhongli Wu fell into thought.
Judging by the scene Nangong Wan had described.
The Holy Emperor was immensely powerful!
There should have been no doubt that his strength was that of a deity.
After all, his overwhelming pressure had rendered several Titled Douluo elders completely immobile.
Not even a Limit Douluo could accomplish that.
Zhongli Wu nodded and instructed, "Pass down my order. Mobilize the entire cult and do everything possible to meet the Holy Emperor's demands! If we can satisfy him, perhaps he really will fulfill his promise and grant us some fine rewards! When that happens, the cult's strength will surely soar!"
"As you command!"
"I will pass down your orders at once, Cult Master."
Having said that, Nangong Wan could hardly wait to carry them out.
Zhongli Wu's eyes shifted, and he