Su Zhengtian went rigid, as though he had plunged into an ice cavern.
Something was slowly pressing its way into the world. It seemed to descend from somewhere higher, somewhere indescribable. All he could sense was its vastness, its unfathomable depth, its unknowability...
He had witnessed the oppressive might of Golden Core True Persons and felt the terror of Nascent Soul True Lords. But compared to the being descending now, they were mere fireflies trying to rival the radiant moon.
"D-Dao Lord!"
Such majesty, such presence-it could only be a Spirit Transformation Dao Lord!
Su Zhengtian's mind had no room left to wonder why the treasure Yingxue spoke of was a Dao Lord, or why a Dao Lord of Fuli would appear in the Otherworld.
He knew only that disaster was likely upon him.
He hurriedly dispersed the Divine Ability in his hand and dropped to both knees with a thud, not daring to raise his head.
"A cultivator of your level would ordinarily have no right to behold my true countenance."
The being who called himself Dao Lord Youxuan spoke slowly, his tone so gentle that he almost seemed to be offering comfort. "Raise your head. There is no need to be so terrified."
Trembling, Su Zhengtian raised his head. The Demonkin was still reclining leisurely in the chair, smiling amiably. Yet in his eyes, that face was no longer the one he had seen before. It was now the face of a young man.
His robes were black as ink, his bearing deep and inscrutable. Though he was within arm's reach, he seemed impossibly distant.
Gulp-
Su Zhengtian swallowed and forced the words out. "D-Dao Lord... this junior did not know of your honored arrival and failed to welcome you. It was a grave offense of disrespect."
"Good