Martial God Palace Graveyard?
Lin Hongfeng glanced over, and a faint ripple stirred in her mind.
The graveyard buried the ancient figures of the faction and its members throughout the generations. At its deepest point lay the tomb of their earliest mentor, Messiah.
And now, something deep within that tomb was shaking.
"Is someone secretly robbing the graves of our Martial God Palace?"
Hila's expression darkened. The Martial God Palace cultivated the body; most of its members were enlightened demons who had gained intelligence, cultivating the purest martial path and soul path. They were naturally Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
Tomb raiders were not uncommon, but that had been in the distant founding era. Who would dare rob graves now?
Within the Seven Realms Heavenly Court, in this heavenly court dojo established by Di Qi, there had long been no enemies. The forces of the seven realms each ruled their own domains in perfect order.
Yet there was absolutely no trace of an external enemy entering.
"Only a tenth-order saint could possibly infiltrate our palace without a sound. But why would saints like His Majesty Di Qi rob graves?"
They soon rushed to the scene and saw the towering central tombstone crack apart, as though some ancient existence were breaking out of the earth.
They exchanged glances, and a thought suddenly flashed through their minds.
Could His Majesty Messiah... still be alive?
Revived? The members of the Martial God Palace looked at one another, too stunned to react.
Back then, Messiah's death had been far too mysterious.
After all, that had been the Blood of Eternal Life.
Yet because he had slept for too long, the energy in his body had been depleted, and his body had begun to decay.
They had tried soaking him in energy fluid to sustain