His laughter was exceedingly sly, carrying a shrill edge.
There truly was something called Undying inside this coffin. He was one of Gu Lisheng's three souls and seven spirits.
Tian Yun, dressed in white, sat somewhat far away, looking timid and submissive.
Zang Xian and Xia Lingchuan, another Immortal from Burial Heaven Mound, were still terribly pale. Their recovery was nowhere near as terrifying as Chen Xun's.
"Your Highness, your divine soul...?" Xia Lingchuan trailed off, grief coloring his face, his voice deep and resonant.
He was immensely built, bearing not the slightest resemblance to a Human Race member. He was a lifeform of an exceedingly ancient race.
"It has completely recovered."
Gu Lisheng's gaze seemed to hold the turning of heaven, earth, sun, and moon. His bearing was profoundly mysterious, naturally carrying an emperor's majesty. He spoke calmly. "I have fought that person before."
He did not respond to Song Heng's gloating expression. The latter had always wanted to bury him, and he naturally knew it.
"Your Highness, could it be the Boundless Myriad Races behind this?" Zang Xian still felt lingering palpitations. But that Peak Immortal had clearly been an avatar; the true body must have been suppressing the Great World Origin.
And besides the Strongest Myriad Races of Boundless, who else could have arranged for a Six-Tribulation Immortal Lord to suppress the Great World Origin like this?
It seemed they intended to make a move against the Ancient Prince. Even the traces of his divine soul were under their control!
"It was the Chaos Clan." A cold glint flashed through Gu Lisheng's eyes. "When we fought, he used a Dao technique. I remember now—it was Gu Qijie's inheritance."
The Chaos Clan?!
"What..."
Zang Xian and Xia Lingchuan both froze. How could the Chaos Clan possibly have an