"Corpse body! Turn into a zombie? What use is that..."
After hearing the old monk's explanation, the entire venue erupted in boos, and interest waned considerably. The Corpse Realm had once been widely known throughout Ling, and although its physical bodies were tougher than those of creatures from any other realm, its lack of a soul was its greatest flaw. Without a soul, one could not even be sure whether they were still truly themselves. Only those with nowhere left to turn and shattered souls would choose to become zombies.
"What a bunch of ignorant fools! You do not even know about Burial Cherry Grass."
An aged voice suddenly came from a private compartment on the fourth floor. It seemed to belong to the Time Realm powerhouse selling the Burial Cherry Grass.
"What did you say?!"
"Hiding inside and acting all high and mighty. So what if you are from the Time Realm? A pack of cowards who do not even dare build your Great Realm on Ling's land. If you have the guts, come down here and act tough!"
Those on the first floor disliked the Time Realm client seated above them and his contemptuous tone, so they provoked him with their words.
Whoosh!
A nearly invisible thread of time suddenly shot out from the fourth-floor compartment toward the speaker. A burly man was struck between the brows in an instant. His once-powerful body rapidly aged, growing nearly thirty years older in less than a second.
Even the Resentment Crystal within his body could only slow the process.
Zhang Chen remained seated, watching the scene unfold. Just as his fingers were about to move—
The old monk, Pu Su, standing at the center, directly waved his hand and severed the thread of time. At the same time, he guided