The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6228

He wore a spotless white holy robe. Not a speck of dust touched it.

The fabric looked light and soft, yet it carried an endless sacred weight. Ancient, mysterious sacred sigils had been embroidered across the robe with golden sacred thread.

With each breath he took, those sigils shifted faintly, echoing the holy radiance filling the great hall. Every time they flowed, a faint trace of ultimate energy spread out from them.

His features were handsome, but there was authority in them. Sharp brows. Bright eyes. A straight nose. Clean, defined lips.

He looked no older than a man in his middle years, yet there was a steadiness about him that seemed to have been tempered by ages upon ages. There was not the slightest trace of deliberately released pressure around him. Even so, a holy radiance spilled from him as naturally as breathing, enough to keep others from daring to meet his eyes or draw near. It was as if he himself was light, was sanctity, was the most orthodox law between heaven and earth.