The figure that emerged was tall and gaunt, dressed in a dark purple robe. He looked like a middle-aged man, his face deathly pale, with no eyeballs in his sockets—only profound darkness. He held a white Soul Summoning Banner in his hand.
Many people recognized him at a glance.
He was not Ghost Qianchou, but a God Emperor known as the Burial Soul God Emperor!
The Burial Soul God Emperor cultivated a Peerless Divine Art related to ghosts, so he inevitably dealt with the Yellow Springs World. The god kingdom he had established was a world where humans and ghosts coexisted, filled with wandering spirits everywhere.
Rather than remaining within his own god kingdom, he had appeared here. Those who recognized him found it rather unexpected.
Fan Lang watched the scene from the shadows, his heart tightening.
Could Ghost Qianchou have controlled the Burial Soul God Emperor?
That guess was highly plausible.
During their previous clash, Ghost Qianchou had controlled Zui Pingsheng. This Ghost Possession ability was one of his greatest trump cards.
If that guess was true, it meant Ghost Qianchou's possession ability had improved enormously. He could even possess an expert at the God Emperor level now.
This was truly bad news for Fan Lang, and it also confirmed his earlier concerns.
Every reincarnated sibling had his own advantage. The longer time dragged on, the stronger they would become.
Fan Lang himself might not be the one progressing the fastest!
Of the six, only one would remain. Who the final Son of Destiny would be was still unknown.
The Burial Soul God Emperor made a forceful appearance, radiating an overbearing Divine Might the moment he appeared. The corners of his lips curled up in a sinister smile. "This is my first time publicly appearing with this body. Well?