In the golden Divine Hall, the twelve Golden Men stood silently on either side, showing no joy or sorrow.
Guiguzi quickly absorbed the spiritual energy to recover what he had expended. These twelve Golden Men were not only the core formation for transforming Death Qi, but also served to gather souls. A divine being was sure to appear in this Divine Hall.
Hua Dou had exhausted all the spiritual energy in his body, so he took the opportunity to absorb some of the energy of Heaven and Earth. Ziyang, meanwhile, wandered all around, darting through the great hall.
Ziyang was suddenly drawn to a portrait on the wall. It showed a mighty general, holding a treasured sword, his eyes looking down on Heaven and Earth.
The man looked familiar to Ziyang, but he lacked a trace of Ghost Qi. Shocked, Ziyang cried, "Bai Qi, the Ghost King Bai Qi!" He sped toward Hua Dou as fast as he could.
Awakened by Ziyang's voice, Hua Dou looked toward the mural and greeted it respectfully. "General Bai Qi, you're here after all. Why not show yourself?"
A surge of spiritual light rippled across the mural, and a figure appeared on it out of nowhere. This Bai Qi was vastly different from the Ghost King Bai Qi. Divine light shimmered all over his body.
Guiguzi said, "You used the power of countless people's thoughts as a foundation to rebuild your Divine Soul and form a divine body. That's quite a feat."
Bai Qi was covered from head to toe in golden armor. Cloud-like spikes jutted from his elbows, knees, and shoulders, while a strange cloud pattern on his chest held the principles of Heaven and Earth within it.
Bai Qi said, "I spent my life on the battlefield. I revered neither Heaven and