In the desolate land, beneath the deep starry sky, Shang Yi's vitality surged fiercely, yet it was beyond his control. Spiritual power was actually being born within his flesh and blood.
This astonishing change made him fully realize that something had truly gone terribly wrong, far beyond anything he had anticipated.
Shang Yi was startled and unnerved. This transformation gave him a chill that came from the depths of his soul. His scalp tingled. How many years had it been since he had experienced such a feeling?
In the Mother Universe, he had ruled over all beneath heaven. Faintly, he had been the Number One Person after ancient times, standing above the clouds and cultivating an overbearing temperament that regarded himself alone as supreme.
Now, he was slightly panicked. Things had slipped beyond control. He might capsize in the gutter, facing a calamity beyond his expectations. How could someone dead for thousands of years appear again?
He naturally had to suppress it, but his physical body did not fully obey him. His Primordial Spirit transformed into a sharp sword and slashed toward the vitality and radiance within his body.
Yet the strange vitality inside his body was like a spark that could set the prairie ablaze. It swiftly lit up throughout every part of him. In the end, spiritual power that did not belong to him was being born across his entire body.
Moreover, his appearance was changing further. It became entirely different from his own, turning into the face of a young man, now completely clear.
At this moment, light from a Primordial Spirit was being born in every inch of his flesh and blood!
"Ancient Number One Person!" Far away, even Wang Xuan was shocked. This could actually happen? A man who had died thousands of years ago