This section of the Death Palace flew over from behind Mie Meng and slammed directly into him. Like a boulder crushing a little rooster, it sent Mie Meng flying as he coughed up blood and let out an angry roar. Jiang Yang merely smiled calmly as he watched this section of the Death Palace piece itself into his realm.
At that instant, Jiang Yang had an illusion, as though his body had been divided into countless pieces that were now slowly coming back together.
"Was this the emotion of the Death Realm?"
"Something this massive was bound to give birth to some extraordinary existence."
Jiang Yang thought of something called an artifact spirit, an existence found within higher-quality items or weapons.
The Death Realm was so vast that there was no reason it could not have birthed one.
Or had the Death Realm's artifact spirit existed from the start, only to vanish when the Death Realm shattered?
Jiang Yang pondered this when he suddenly felt something else. Within the Chaos Universe, more and more Death Palaces appeared. These palaces rushed toward the Death Realm at tremendous speed, finally piecing themselves together.
As those palaces joined together, Jiang Yang sensed an emotion. It was a strange feeling, like someone who had been dead for a long time suddenly realizing they had come back to life. It was survival after catastrophe, resurrection from death.
"Wait here. That Mie Meng won't be able to attack us for the moment!"
Jiang Yang glanced at Mie Meng. After being struck hard enough by the palace to cough up blood, the creature had put some distance between itself and them. Its eyes were filled with vigilance, and it seemed nervous enough not to attack again for now.
Jiang Yang transformed into a streak of light and