As the lake was shrouded in a thick layer of mist formed by the condensation of spiritual energy, it was impossible to see his appearance or silhouette clearly. Nevertheless, Qi Meng was still able to feel a pressure that pierced right into his soul.
It was a feeling so deeply etched into him that he could not get rid of it no matter what he did.
It was the absolute power of a God Monarch.
The only ones who could leave a Conferred God King like him feeling like that were the Ten God Monarchs. There was no way he could possibly perceive it wrongly.
He had no idea which of the ten God Monarchs was in the lake, but one thing was clear. If the Qi Clan wished to continue existing in the world, it would be wise not to offend the other party.
For this reason, he kneeled down without much hesitation.
"God Monarch?"
