Ning Xiaochuan's brows were tightly furrowed as he said gravely, "Earlier, I was comprehending the 'Death Sword Intent.' My mind flew out of my body and entered the Purple Gold Imperial Lord's corpse. Within the Purple Gold Imperial Lord's body, I sensed an extraordinarily terrifying force of mind. It was precisely this force that jolted me awake from cultivation!"
"How is that possible? The Purple Gold Imperial Lord has been dead for many years. How could there still be a mind within his corpse?" Situ Jing naturally believed that Ning Xiaochuan would not lie, but this matter was simply too bizarre and horrifying!
Chan Chu's expression changed drastically as well. "No wonder I've constantly felt so unsettled. Could it be that although the Purple Gold Imperial Lord's flesh has died, his mind remains undying? Do you think the Purple Gold Imperial Lord might truly defy the heavens and be reborn?"
Ning Xiaochuan said uncertainly, "That seems unlikely! The Purple Gold Imperial Lord is already dead. No matter how powerful a person is, how could he defy the heavens?"
"Amitabha! We should leave this place at once! This old monk can also sense a faint, almost imperceptible mind emanating from that Sub-God corpse. If something terrifying has truly been bred within the Sub-God's remains, we simply cannot deal with it!" Monk Tan Qian called from afar.
Whoosh!
At that moment, the enormous corpse exhaled, and the breath transformed into a terrifying gale!
The surrounding space churned ceaselessly, while waves of air trembled without end, forming a destructive wind. Ning Xiaochuan immediately circulated his vital energy and anchored his body to keep from being blown away by the hurricane.
That violent gale blew for roughly half an hour before finally stopping. Only after Ning Xiaochuan brought out the Ninth Grade Profound Weapon