The Great Snow Mountain, where nine Immortal Venerables' ancient tombs were sealed.
"The real Eastern Emperor Taiyi? You've seen the real Eastern Emperor Taiyi? Who did he incarnate as?" The being at the heart of the seal let out a deafening roar at Wang Siyuan's words. It seemed to pierce through the barrier formed by the nine tokens and the Luo Shu, ringing directly in Wang Siyuan's mind and shaking every thought in his head. An indelible shadow of fear swept over him, as though the spark of his nature might vanish at any moment, leaving him a walking corpse.
Despite the layers of protection around him, Wang Siyuan had yet to reach the Legendary realm. His mind now roared and churned with chaos, and his face had gone deathly pale, more like a corpse than a living man. Yet his eyes blazed like twin flames, extraordinarily bright.
He coughed violently, as though he were about to cough up the inner landscape of his Dao Transformation True Body. Only after a long while did he give a low laugh. "In primordial times, the Eastern Emperor commanded time and held sway over the mysteries. How could I know everything about him? I only glimpsed a little by chance."
The being—whether Eastern Emperor Taiyi or Zhixu Mountain Founding Patriarch She Qin—let his roar subside before asking, "Then why have you come here? What do you want?"
Wang Siyuan's back, slightly hunched from coughing, snapped straight. He stood alone, yet his face was alight with madness.
"I have a way to draw out the remnants of Eastern Emperor Taiyi's will and flesh from your body and take them upon myself, helping you return to normal!"
"What did you say? Aren't you afraid of becoming the monster I am now?" She Qin cried out