On the altar, the figure slowly sat up.
Heaven-Crazed Grand Lord.
He was not human.
Two horns rose from his forehead, black as ink and gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, like two divine blades planted upside down.
Each eye held twin pupils, their depths shimmering with ancient, mysterious patterns of light, as though two miniature universes were slowly revolving within them.
His skin was bronze all over, his muscles sleek and brimming with explosive power. Every inch of his flesh held enough strength to tear the void apart!
He was extraordinary beyond belief.
This was the lord of the True Martial Civilization, the mighty figure who had swept across the Dharma Realm a million years ago—Heaven-Crazed Grand Lord!
He had only just returned to life, and his aura was still slowly gathering.
An aura belonging to the nirvana realm emanated from him.
The first layer of nirvana!
"Master! Master, you've finally returned!"
The Goat Tower Spirit trembled all over with excitement, its goatee bobbing as its voice choked with tears.
A million years of waiting, a million years of keeping watch—today, its wish had finally come true!
"Master! You have no idea how long this old servant has waited for this day—a full million years!"
The Goat Tower Spirit rushed to the altar, tears streaming down its aged face, so overwhelmed that its words tumbled out incoherently.
Heaven-Crazed Grand Lord looked at the excited artifact spirit before him, and a faint trace of displeasure flashed deep in his eyes.
The first layer of nirvana.
The body he had left behind had clearly been a nirvana realm body at the Ninth Layer of Nirvana!
As long as the other conditions for his resurrection had been even slightly better, he should have returned with strength at least at the fifth or