A creature emerged from the Void Furnace, its body devoid of flesh and blood, nothing but a skeleton. With no flesh on its bones, its joints crackled with every step.
Its bones were intact, all of them golden, flowing with a brilliant sheen. Though it was clearly a skeleton, it gave off an unexpectedly sacred feeling.
A pair of wings extended from its back, connected to its spine. They were not bone wings, but wings covered in snowy white feathers.
In the Doupo Plane, the bones of Dou Saints were silver, while the bones of Dou Emperors only bore faint golden specks. Yet every bone in this skeleton's body was golden.
It crawled out of the Void Furnace, and each step it took made the ground tremble slightly. Its strength was terrifying.
"We did not die successfully. What puzzles me is why we defeated Heaven's Will so easily." The skeleton could not make sense of it no matter how hard it thought.
The Golden Skeleton knew how difficult it was to battle Heaven's Will.
Defeating Heaven's Will required paying an enormous price.
When the great calamity in the Lower Realm's Eight Regions ended, it was not as though no one from the Upper Realm had wanted to descend before the severing of heaven and earth.
What was cultivation for?
Was it not so one could enjoy life properly?
As long as they successfully descended, they could enjoy the status of Supremes in the Lower Realm in the future. They could do whatever they wished and control the life and death of all things.
In the Upper Realm's history, some had successfully descended after the calamity, but they had paid a grievous price. Ninety-nine point nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine percent of them died while battling Heaven's Will.
Thus, although the great figures of the