Borrowing a Corpse to Revive a Soul?

The black fragment in Lin Mu's hand was still trembling faintly.

Just then, an abrupt change occurred.

A scorching heat suddenly erupted from the back of his right hand without warning.

The skull mark of the "Star Abyss Hunt Order," which had originally existed only as a pattern, seemed to come alive at this moment.

Two greedy red lights lit up in the skull's eye sockets. Its jawbone clacked as it let out a hoarse roar that echoed directly through the depths of Lin Mu's mind.

"Give... me..."

The voice was ancient and raspy, carrying an unquestionable sense of command.

Under the forceful control of that will, Lin Mu's right hand completely defied its owner's wishes.

His five fingers abruptly spread open, the joints stiffly curling into claws as they reached uncontrollably toward the ancient god's corpse stretching across thousands of miles.

More precisely, toward the enormous hollow in the corpse's chest.

It wanted that "heart."

Lin Mu expressionlessly watched his out-of-control right hand.

There was not the slightest trace of panic in his eyes. Instead, they revealed an utter chill.

Slap.

Lin Mu's left hand shot out like lightning and clamped around the wrist bone of his right hand.

His fingers tightened.

Crack.

The crisp sound of bone breaking rang through the silent underground space.

Without mercy, Lin Mu crushed his own wrist bone, using the excruciating pain and physical obstruction to forcibly stop his right hand's movement.

A faint golden light surged from within him.

[Divine Body] activated. Golden divine power, like liquid gold, flowed from his left hand into his right, forcibly suppressing those restless nerves.

"You want the heart?"

Lin Mu looked at the skull on the back of his hand, which was still struggling. His tone was as calm as if he were speaking to