"Little friend..."
The aged yet imposing voice boomed like a great bell in his ears. His scattered consciousness suddenly cleared, and the strange insects gnawing at his meridians seemed to have been struck by lightning, tumbling from the surface of his skin one after another and letting out sizzling wails on the ground.
He raised his head and saw a translucent phantom emerge from between his brows.
The man wore a tattered Emperor's Robe. The lightning patterns on his forehead echoed the fragment of the "Five Thunders Supreme Saint Art" at Qin Shaofeng's chest—it was none other than the Heaven-Piercing God Emperor!
"You... you!" The monster's serrated fingers suddenly stiffened. Its enormous body could not help taking half a step back. "Heaven-Piercing God Emperor! You're actually still alive!"
The phantom spoke calmly, his voice carrying the vicissitudes of ten thousand years:
"For this Emperor to awaken, I must thank you for delivering the Five Thunders Supreme Saint Art to him. Had you not released the fragment, I would have had no way to awaken this remnant soul..."
"You...!" For the first time, the monster's emotions fluctuated. Demonic qi surged around it, and venomous resentment flickered in its eyes. "You sealed me here back then. I lay dormant for a million years and finally waited for this chance to break the seal! How could I let you ruin my plans!"
But in the next moment, the monster seemed to notice something and immediately sneered.
"Heh heh heh... I thought this remnant soul of yours was formidable. After hiding away for ten thousand years, you have long become weak as a reed in the wind. Even if you emerge, you cannot change the fact that I will break the seal today!"
The elder did not seem shaken by the monster's words. His