Ye Lin could clearly see a figure lying atop the altar.
"Big Brother, what is this...?"
At that moment, Ye Lin asked in confusion.
Even now, he still could not figure out what Spirit King was up to.
"Little brother, do you know who's lying on this altar?"
Spirit King asked Ye Lin mysteriously.
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes and looked over. The middle-aged man lying on the altar had his eyes tightly shut and bore the appearance of a human.
He wore a golden robe, and his appearance exuded nobility.
With stubble on his face, he had a roguishly handsome sort of charm.
Yet there was not the slightest trace of aura on him. He had probably been dead for a long time.
After looking for quite a while, Ye Lin slowly shook his head.
He still could not make heads or tails of it.
"This guy is a puppet, and he's also my gift to you."
"A puppet at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. So? Your big brother treats you well, doesn't he?"
Spirit King laughed heartily, patting Ye Lin on the shoulder.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, stared at Spirit King in astonishment.
A puppet at the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
A gift for him?
"A long time ago, before the Origin Continent was invaded by cosmic races or faced any great crisis..."
"The various races on the Origin Continent developed at an astonishing pace. Powerful experts were everywhere, and back then, humans also existed on the Origin Continent."
"However, the humans of that era were called the Ancient Human Race. Logically speaking, all humans throughout the Boundary Sea should be descendants of the Ancient Human Race."
"Within the Ancient Human Race, there was a group of humans particularly skilled at refining puppets. The puppets they