The Martial God of the Yan Ao Empire, Yan Ao, was invited by Zhao Xing to emerge from reclusion.
Naturally, he was reporting his status as an Imperial official, not as the Mountain Lord of Primordial Hill.
“You have come to pay your respects to me. For what matter?”
“I ask the Martial God to guard my Dao.”
“The Grand Dao has myriad forms. What principles do you uphold?”
“To cultivate oneself and uphold virtue, to save the world and aid the people.”
“Is your heart firm?”
“Where my heart and will lead, I shall always follow; where the Dao lies, I shall go even if tens of thousands oppose me.”
“Good!” Yan Ao nodded in appreciation.
The next moment, he was no longer so high and mighty, appearing before Zhao Xing like a mortal.
“Yan Ao is willing to become your first Dao protector. Please do not forget your words today; walk the righteous path and cultivate good Dharma.”
Zhao Xing cupped his hands and bowed again.
The next moment, he noticed threads of golden light emanating from Yan Ao’s divine body, forming a golden thread that merged into his own body.
As the first visible Dao-protecting Divine General, Yan Ao extended this thread, which was not merely a karma line, but also a fate line.
When Yan Ao’s action was complete, Zhao Xing also felt a sensation.