"Oh?" Zhang narrowed his eyes, "Are you talking about that initial Preacher you mentioned before, who claimed to be the 'Great Dao Ancestor'?"
"You're very perceptive."
The Saint King took a deep breath, exhaling to fill the void with a splendid and dazzling galaxy, which then disappeared instantly. He slowly said,
"This person is hidden too deeply; they must be of ill intent."
The Saint King suddenly turned his head and looked forward-right.
A mass of Yin Fire drifted between Heaven and Earth, transforming into a human-shaped Dharma Form. The Daoist Robe fluttered, the face was indistinct, but the divine patterns at the center of the eyebrows were exceptionally clear, exuding silent authority with contained ferocity, and the voice was hoarse:
"Quickly retreat; this place is not for beings like you to enter!"
