For a moment, Qin He did not know what to do either.
Qin He tried to wake it or speak with it, but it was like talking to thin air. There was no response whatsoever.
Even when Qin He cast a Marking Technique on it, there was still no reaction.
And so, a full seven days passed.
The sun rose and the moon fell. After roaring in fury, the violent tides would return to calm, then gradually boil once more—a cycle without any pattern.
Every wisp of the violent spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to have taken some berserk medicine. Not only could it not be absorbed into the body for replenishment, but it also seeped in through every opening, carrying away the Origin Power within his body without cease.
Even with the Golden Bell Shield protecting him, the Origin Power on the surface of the golden bell barrier was still draining away.
After seven days, Qin He began wondering whether he should withdraw first and come back after some time to take another look.
This corpse felt as though it had turned to stone. It did not move.
Yet the instant that thought arose, ripples suddenly spread through the water before the Moth Ancestor's corpse, and a pitch-black opening split open.
It drifted inside and vanished in an instant.
Seeing this, Qin He followed without a word.
Stars Shift, sun and moon turned, and a biting Gale Wind rushed straight at him.
Qin He could not help breaking out in goosebumps.
Cold!
Not the cold of the soul, but cold his body could physically feel.
Before him lay a frozen world. The frigid wind howled, cold as frost blades, while the dim gray light made this place seem like it had fallen into Ice Hell.
Qin He