Ye Chen sat silently in front of his Holy Corpse, his whole body bursting forth with the magnificent Dao Light, illuminated by immeasurable Daoist Rules, causing the very top of the Pyramid Altar to tremble as if boiling waters were seething.
At this moment, the Holy Corpse had a peculiar reaction, actually beginning to tremble, exuding bits of golden light as if it were coming back to life.
That was the call of the Origin, a resonance between past and present lives.
"That is..."
Beneath the Pyramid Altar, everyone was dumbstruck, staring in disbelief at the spectacle unfolding before their eyes.
How could this be happening? The Holy Corpse of the Combat Saint King was moving?
Boom—
At this moment, the Holy Corpse trembled, its dried-up flesh now reflecting immeasurable golden light, and countless Dao Traces flew out, reflecting the Heavenly and Ten Thousand Paths, enveloping the very top of the Pyramid Altar, rapidly forming a shimmering Light Cocoon.
