The Hundred-Eyed Boy looked like an exquisitely sculpted six-year-old child, handsome, adorable, and quite endearing. Yet his forehead was riddled with lotus-pod-like hollows, packed so densely they sent chills down the spine. Ghostly light flickered within them, forming sinister eyes the size of mung beans.
These sinister eyes not only grew within his body, but also spilled beyond it in some strange fashion, manifesting as illusory pupils suspended in the air. Uncanny radiance surrounded him, suffused with the rhythms of law.
This was a manifestation of his Dharma Form. Any knowledgeable cultivator present would have recognized that he had refined most of the hundred sinister eyes in his Dharma Form into his body, making him effectively half a step into possessing a Dharma Body. His entire head seemed affected as well, constantly under their enhancement.
"I did not know Your Majesty was coming and failed to welcome you from afar. Please forgive me. May I ask what brings the Dharma King to our humble territory? If there is anything I can do for you, it would be my greatest honor..."
The commotion alerted the master of the place. Zhao Ziren soon hurried over, dispersed the bystanders, and eagerly paid his respects.
At that moment, he behaved exactly like any other wilderness rogue cultivator, showing a suitable degree of reverence and fear toward a great cultivator of an orthodox demonic sect, while also seeming rather eager to rush forward and curry favor.
The Hundred-Eyed Boy paid him little heed and merely said, "You have someone named Fang Lin here? I came specifically to find him."
Zhao Ziren said, "Do you mean our second king? He is cultivating in seclusion within the valley. Please wait a moment. I will send someone to notify him immediately."
Before long, Fang Lin arrived in response