"You're not dead yet?" Meng Qi blurted out.
Wang Siyuan coughed twice out of habit, then said with a half-smile, "You want me dead that badly?"
"Hadn't I told you long ago? Once the True Spirits within the List of Gods broke free of their restraints, they could rely on help to reconstruct their Dharma Bodies. Some methods even left no hidden dangers."
Indeed, he had mentioned it... So this was what that great swindler Wang had truly left unsaid... Meng Qi felt as though he had been tricked again, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
The Southern Wilderness was filled with treacherous mountains and dangerous waters, yet it possessed a vigorous vitality of its own. Martial artists could be seen everywhere, and discussions could be heard everywhere. The atmosphere of martial cultivation was as fervent as it had been in the Middle Ages.
Atop a mountain peak, Qi Zhengyan wore a green robe. Black flames burned quietly in his eyes, while a clear golden star shone between his brows with the color of equality.
Qi Zhengyan flipped through an ancient book, which recorded:
"Although the Overlord of the Middle Ages was powerful, someone stood above even him. According to the Jade Moon Sword Immortal, this person was a second-generation disciple of the Interception Sect and a direct inheritor of Heavenly Venerable Lingbao. After proving his own Legend, he vanished from the world and was suspected to be asleep."
"First on the Heaven Ranking, in name and in truth. Or perhaps the Heaven Ranking was no longer worthy of him."
"One who has proven his own Legend—what changes will your existence bring to the world?"
At this moment, within the Endless Abyssal Sea.
A bottomless fissure stretched deep below, as though it had split the earth in two. Dense