The pitch-black throne floated in the depths of the stomach pouch, as though it were the only coordinate in this universe of death. The imposing corpse draped in Primordial Era beast hide slowly opened its eyes.
There was no earth-shaking eruption of power, no roar that shattered the starry river. The instant he opened his eyes, the violent gray-white corpse qi raging throughout this immense stomach-pouch space, vast enough to swallow a universe, seemed to encounter an absolute sovereign. It froze in an instant, then, in an exceedingly bizarre manner, bowed in unison toward the throne and submitted.
Chu Tian tightened his grip on the Hongmeng Human Emperor Sword as the Taiyi Dao Heart revolved madly within him. His transparent, colorless eyes locked tightly onto the figure on the throne, yet he could not sense the slightest trace of a living person's aura.
There was no heartbeat within that shell, no flowing blood, not even the fluctuations of a Divine Soul. There was only a strand of Taiyi Origin forcibly sealed in the deepest reaches of his bones and blood. This origin was pure to the extreme, yet it carried the absolute dead silence left by the scouring of countless epochs.
"He isn't alive." Chu Tian spat out four cold words, every muscle in his body taut to the limit.
"Of course he isn't! He's merely a perfect shell filled with Taiyi Origin!" Return-to-Silence Heavenly Emperor let out a laugh of utter greed. Half of his broken Transcendence true body suddenly surged forth, transforming without regard for anything into a streak of light burning with Jiemie's black flames as he lunged straight at the First Human Emperor on the throne!
"This shell is mine! Once I refine him, I can completely restore my laws and become the true creator god