Seven Hundred Million Years Dared Not Erode His Bones; the Laws of Heaven and Earth Could Not Claim His Soul

The young man atop the mountain of corpses lowered his gaze to Li Haowen, kneeling on the ground.

It was not the look one gave another person. It was more like he was inspecting an object—or, perhaps, a chess piece.

"Now is not the time for you to die."

The young man dressed in a pale, cold-white Daoist robe spoke with an air of absolute superiority.

And yet, just moments ago, Li Haowen had been teetering on the brink of death.

That was what he thought.

He looked at the gaping hole that had been blasted through the left side of his chest.

If he failed to treat and repair his injuries with his Destiny True Qi within a certain amount of time, even a Wanhua Realm cultivator would surely die.

The only reason he had not died, it seemed, was the three words the young man atop the mountain of corpses had just uttered—

"Death Denial."

It was like an order to the Laws of Heaven and Earth, to the Great Dao of life and death, binding his consciousness to this world.

Li Haowen had once wanted to die. He had even considered taking his own life.

That urge had reached its peak when Lin Xinyang died in the Great Tribulation of Tian Ding Mountain, when his master, Wei Mian, the Sword-wielding Elder of Yuanhua Mountain, was framed and murdered, and when Li Haowen himself was stripped of his position as Chief Disciple of Yuanhua Mountain.

The reason he had not chosen to die back then was that he wanted revenge.

By now, Li Haowen had long since learned the truth behind the Great Tribulation of Tian Ding Mountain. He also knew that the mastermind behind Lin Xinyang's death and his master's being made a scapegoat had already perished.