A heavy footfall rang out. The old man grew inexplicably nervous and bowed his head, afraid to even breathe.
He heard the doors to the Earth Palace slowly swing open, and a giant figure about ten feet tall walked out.
The Master of Ten Thousand Transformations Sect was tall and powerfully built. His muscles bulged, gnarled and knotted like the roots of an ancient tree, presenting a powerful visual shock. Woven across his terrifyingly muscular frame were elegant, flowing dark-gold patterns and archaic, profound runes that flickered in and out of existence.
In contrast to this physical body, which contained an unparalleled and terrifying power, the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations Sect's face was rather ordinary. He was bald, with eyes that held a restrained divine light, exuding an air of majesty and dominance.
"I humbly welcome you out of seclusion, my Lord!" the old man said, kneeling.
