"Mm." Li Zhōujūn nodded. "There's no time to lose. Let's get started, Thousand Armies God Emperor. Please lead the way."
"Good." Thousand Armies God Emperor nodded.
Then, the two of them transformed into streaks of light and headed toward the border opposite the side where Li Zhōujūn had entered the Thousand Armies Divine Court.
Meanwhile.
At the border of the Thousand Armies Divine Court.
In a valley where corpses were piled as high as mountains.
Although the owners of these corpses had long since passed away, the pressure radiating from their bodies still made all things submit.
Clearly, these were the imperial corpses of Godly Emperors.
A middle-aged man in white sat cross-legged atop the mountain of Godly Emperor corpses. His robes were open at the chest, and he had a full beard, yet he still looked extraordinarily handsome.
Although monstrous demonic aura poured from these imperial corpses, it was firmly suppressed by the man in white.
"Don't be impatient, you demonic auras. It isn't time for you to run rampant yet. Once this formation is complete, dance with the Great Dao Divine Lightning." His eyes were hazy and feverish as he stared obsessively at the strands of purple runes in the void, invisible to ordinary people.
"Only the final stroke remains. Once it's done, the formation will be complete." As the middle-aged man in white spoke, he raised his hand and prepared to use his finger as a brush to add that final stroke.
Once that stroke was added, the Great Dao Divine Lightning would descend and help him refine the Thousand Corpse Emperor Body.
However, just as the middle-aged man in white was about to make the final stroke—
Thousand Armies God Emperor's shout rang out: "You madman, stop!"
The middle-aged man in white narrowed his eyes upon