"Welcome to my banquet! Now! I would like everyone to assume mortal form!"
The Mysterious Lord took the form of a gigantic purple god like a planetary body and elegantly proposed this to the middle- and upper-tier Great Old Ones gathered around him.
As for the Lower Great Old Ones below...
The Mysterious Lord's tone was not a suggestion, but an order!
There was no other reason: not a single lower-tier Great Old One could beat him!
"Why should we? What use are those frail human mortal bodies, those inferior material life-forms? Why should we take their shape?"
Something resembling a blue gas stove moving through the sky spoke, its body like a vast blue cloud.
"Who are you?"
The Mysterious Lord questioned this troublemaker.
"The Lord of the Frozen Circle, Aphoom-Zhah!"
The blue gas stove spoke in soul language.
The Mysterious Lord now understood who he was!
Aphoom-Zhah, the Lord of the Frozen Circle.
He lived on Fomalhaut and was a Middle Great Old One born on Earth.
In terms of the Primordial World's cultivation realms, that made him an early-stage Primordial Origin Golden Immortal with mighty divine abilities.
"Oh! So it's a little punk! I was just wondering, when your father, the Dweller in the Flames, Cthugha the Living Flame, gave birth to you on that Earth covered in faces, did the pile of glacial lava that raised you melt a little? Is that how water got into your brain?"
The Mysterious Lord made no attempt to hide his venomous tongue, freely spraying lethal poison!
"You!"
Aphoom-Zhah instantly flew into a rage!
A mass of blue flame as large as a planet erupted from where his mouth was!
He looked like a blue gas stove that had begun to leak!
"You're courting death!"
Faced with the flames blotting