Di Tian: Holy Shit, You're Alive!?

"Cough, cough, well..."

For the first time, Qian Chaoguang felt that his brain was a little inadequate for handling such an utterly awkward situation.

He had thought of countless explanations and excuses.

But looking into the Holy Word Monarch's cold, stern eyes, even though the words had reached his lips, he simply could not say them.

It felt exactly like making a mistake at school as a child, getting caught red-handed by the teacher, and now being subjected to a "confession under verbal pressure."

In short...

Qian Chaoguang felt that he was about to experience that long-lost sensation of being severely lectured by an elder...

"It's just..."

While he stammered, the Holy Word Monarch remained expressionless.

If not for the Undead Six-winged Angel that kept trying to fly away, everything would have seemed quite solemn.

At last, Qian Chaoguang could no longer withstand the psychological pressure. He let out a long sigh and said with a let-it-go-and-break-it attitude, "Fine, fine, I confess. I dug up our family graveyard. Um, could you go easy on me? I really didn't know about my background when I dug them up."

"You know I'm an Undead Mage, and also the God of Undead. It would've been a shame to leave such high-quality remains lying there... Besides our family's graves, I also dug up the graves of all those Titled Douluo from previous generations."

"For the broken bones, I took out the Soul Bones. The intact ones were reincarnated into Gray Bone Skeletons. Even the Rakshasa God's divine body, I... cough..."

"Later, I accidentally discovered that a large amount of Holy Light could stimulate the skeletons of Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul owners to regrow flesh. So although they were still Gray Bone Skeletons in essence, they became what they are now."

"At the time, the