As soon as Yusheng finished speaking, he saw the troubled expressions on Lirui'en and the others' faces. Thinking they were nervous and afraid, he gently reassured them.
"What is it? Now that the moment has come, you dare not seek an audience with His Majesty? Rest assured. Though His Majesty is majestic and sacred, he is also a gentle God toward us."
Lirui'en and the others hurriedly shook their heads.
"We cannot wait to pay our respects to His Majesty, but our appearance now..."
"Hahahaha, what amusing young fellows. Rest assured. God never cares about appearances. God values only what is in your hearts."
Yusheng and Mishang exchanged a smile and laughed.
"As long as you are devout, kind, upright, and brave, God will cherish you. Do not worry about your appearance. Come, let us go as we are."
"Yes."
The sun that had blazed gloriously in the sky had long since sunk behind the mountains, yet the summit of Mount Tai was not dark.
The eternal, undying phantom of an ocean of flames shrouding the sky bathed all heaven and earth in fiery red.
The land was crimson, and Mount Tai was no exception.
Yusheng led Lirui'en and the others farther up the mountain path.
The peak was not far from the pavilion near the summit, and all of them were cultivators. They soon reached the peak's edge.
When they crossed the last barrier of mountain rocks and reached the very highest point of Mount Tai, they saw, at a glance, a sight they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
It was a majestic figure beyond the power of words to describe.
He stood there quietly, yet the sun, moon, and stars seemed to circle him.
An enormous, perfectly round golden Divine Ring hovered behind