What sort of great figure was the Cult Leader, and where did he come from?
And what had they prepared?
The elders had thought they understood enough about their mysterious Cult Leader, who rarely emerged from seclusion.
Yet only now, as though waking from a long dream, did they finally remember that in all these years, they had never seen his true face.
Even his voice, muffled by that black cloth, gave no indication whether he was a man or a woman!
Had they really let someone of unknown origins and identity, whose very sex they could not even determine, serve as their Cult Leader for all these years?
...Why had we never thought about these questions before?
Was it because he led Divine Path Heaven step by step toward glory that we subconsciously overlooked everything suspicious about him?
Or was he simply too powerful, so powerful that we feared him from the bottom of our hearts and dared not harbor the slightest doubt?
But the very next moment, all the doubt, shock, and unease in the elders' hearts were instantly replaced by a sudden, overwhelming sense of danger.
The Cult Leader reacted at the same time.
Almost simultaneously, they spun around and looked north.
Something had happened at Qidao Mountain!
The dragon's head of its mountain-guarding grand formation, Hidden Dragon in the Abyss, had been severed!
Although the mountain-guarding grand formation could still barely conceal the entire mountain for the moment thanks to its deep reserves, it clearly could not hold out much longer.
At this rate of collapse, Qidao Mountain would probably lose its concealment entirely and emerge into the world in no more than an incense stick's time!
But the dragon's head was clearly the great hall on the summit!
Who could possibly possess the ability to