Ryu's Dao Heart seemed to echo through the skies, but the state of his body painted a very different picture. He looked like a flickering candle about to go out at any moment, an ant that could be crushed with the slightest breeze, a cultivator that had long been devoured by his own desires, his very own darkness.
And yet, those here had long since given up on trying to paint him in that light. They stood in place with hardly any control over themselves.
Many of them had already let their apprehension and fear eat them alive. In Ryu's presence, even if they normally wouldn't have made any mistake at all, they would certainly do so now.
This was the pressure of facing someone you thought was perfect, someone you thought to have the entire world in the palm of their hands…
Someone willing to face off against the aura of a Dao God and not even question the Title Stele behind about how this could possibly be allowed.
