Chapter 1691 — Lord of the Temple
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As the heavens of the Heavenly Lake were continuously refined into energy and offered up to the great calamity of destruction of the Sixteenth Epoch, the figure of the Lord of the Spirit Officer Hall emerging from the web of Dao chains grew ever more numerous and ever more distinct. The Lord of the Spirit Officer Hall had a strange appearance: a crimson face and jutting fangs, the hair at his temples growing upward like little wings, and a vertical eye set in the center of his brow, within which fire blazed fiercely.
At his navel grew a dragon's head, only the head, protruding bare, savage and malevolent, and astonishingly, a living thing. Behind him, an azure dragon coiled about his body like a trailing ribbon.
This one who had attained the Dao in a bygone universe wore a ferocious countenance unlike any of the later-born beings of the present world, whether god, demon, or human. Venerable Xu suppressed the shock in her heart, yet her gaze involuntarily fell upon the Lord of the Spirit Officer Hall's navel, and the dragon's head actually opened its eyes and glanced at her.
Venerable Xu's heart skipped a beat, and she looked away.
"Fear not," said the Lord of the Spirit Officer Hall, and from his mouth came the language of the Dao, profoundly obscure and abstruse. "This dragon head is my umbilical intestine.
I was born in the Thirteenth Epoch, and attained the Dao long ages past. Because I lived too long, my mortal flesh in time gained spiritual awareness.
My intestine has transformed into a dragon and become an ancient god.
" Venerable Xu and Venerable Hao were profoundly shaken.
Was there such a path of cultivation in this world? Just how long had this Lord of the Spirit Officer Hall lived, for his intestine to transform into an ancient god? Yet from the meaning of his words, the ancient gods upon his body numbered more than one; surely every part of his flesh could separate from his body, become independent, and turn into an ancient god of its own! This was immeasurably more formidable than the Grand Emperor's art of hiding ancient god imprints within the apertures of his flesh!
Spirit Officer: in the Heavenly Court there was a similar office.
Spirit Officers were generally charged with protecting the Dao of the Heavenly Court and guarding it.
The Heavenly Court had five hundred Spirit Officers, each one outstanding in ability, the elite of the elite of the Heavenly Court, possessed of formidable combat power! This Lord of the Spirit Officer Hall must surely be the guardian deity of the Miluo Palace, and his strength was likely among the very top of all who had attained the Dao! When the heavens of the Heavenly Lake were wholly refined into sacrificial offerings, the Lord of the Spirit Officer Hall's body at last freed itself from the calamity of destruction of the Sixteenth Epoch and descended upon the Nether Capital.
The Lord of the Spirit Officer Hall stretched his body, and Venerable Xu involuntarily retreated several steps; the power inadvertently leaking from him was somewhat hard for her to bear, forcing her to fall back from the impact of that violent aura.
Emperor Hao remained standing unmoved.
The sense of oppression the Lord of the Spirit Officer Hall brought him was intense, but not enough to make him retreat. Whoosh—the Lord of the Spirit Officer Hall bent down, his massive face stopping before Emperor Hao, his eyeballs rolling up and down, and the vertical eye in his brow also rolling up and down as he sized up Emperor Hao.
"You are the Heavenly Emperor of this universe? " He straightened up again, his voice like a great bell, exploding through the Nether Capital: "The Third Young Master and the Fourth Young Master have always indulged you.
Even when you play petty tricks before them, borrowing their power without doing their bidding, the two Young Masters still indulge you. Do you know why?