Chapter 940: Skycaller
The Daoist Spirit Guards and the Tenmon Sect shinkan all saw how the divine radiance surrounding the Susanoo-no-Mikoto dissipated when the old Daoist merely cast a glance at the Great Kami.
Buddhism taught of the Five Minor Signs of Decay in gods: music ceases, body radiance vanishes, bathwater clings, attachment to realm, and blinking eyes. This scene resembled the second decay—the vanishing of body radiance. The heavens usually shone with radiant brilliance regardless of day and night. But when this decay arrived, that light would disappear.
Thus, everyone was shaken. Some Tenmon Sect shinkan were in complete disbelief, thinking, Who exactly was this Daoist elder? How could he extinguish Susanoo-no-Mikoto’s radiance with just one glance?!
Even if this was not Susanoo-no-Mikoto’s true body, it was still a divine descent second only to that.
The Daoist Spirit Guards felt a sudden lightness, both physically and mentally. Everyone cried out in unison, “Imperial Preceptor!”
Among the Tenmon Sect shinkan, many understood the Central Plains official language. That was when they realized that this elder before them was none other than one of the famed Three Deputy Grand Masters.
To them, the Three Deputy Grand Masters were like figures at the horizon, dwelling far away in the mighty Jade Capital, remotely controlling Fenglin, turning their hands to summon clouds and overturning them to bring rain.
In daily life, the haughty Daoist priests would always add honorifics when speaking of the Deputy Grand Masters, to the point that many did not even know their actual names.
Never had they expected that they would actually get to meet one of these lofty figures. Were they considered lucky then?
After a brief moment of shock, the many Tenmon Sect shinkan sank into overwhelming fear and confusion.
The oguji of Ise-jingu still stood, but his figure was somewhat bent. He had once faced Great Sage Zhang Qihan, yet he had to admit that the pressure from the Imperial Preceptor was far greater. Though Zhang Qihan had not intentionally displayed his full might, even comparing the Saio at full strength to the Imperial Preceptor, the difference between them was enormous.
The shoguji was already at death’s door, his form growing ever more illusory, as if it might dissipate at any moment. Yet he still widened his eyes in disbelief and murmured, “So this is a soon-to-be First-Tribulation Immortal?”