However, at this moment, everything he saw was incomparably strange. Jiang Ming sat upon the imperial throne, and Shi Hao watched as his master's power instantly suppressed the Corpse Immortal Emperor's power.
He did not know what Jiang Ming intended to do, but one thing was certain: Jiang Ming must have his own plans.
After a brief daze, Shi Hao recalled something.
A rotten wooden chest that An Lan and Yu Tuo had wanted.
Later, Shi Hao discovered that Jiang Ming had no interest in that rotten wooden chest, so he had simply thrown it away. Now, a sudden impulse arose within Shi Hao, and he had a premonition that the rotten wooden chest was connected to this place. Perhaps today was the day they would uncover some of the truth.
When the rotten wooden chest was taken out, Shi Hao looked at Jiang Ming. "Master, what exactly is this thing?"
"That is a part that this Corpse Immortal Emperor brother lost."
Jiang Ming glanced at the Corpse Immortal Emperor beside him. Once he had settled in, he even shoved the Corpse Immortal Emperor, who had originally been lying on the dragon throne, into one corner and took over the throne himself.
At the same time, the Immortal Emperor seal on the rotten wooden chest automatically broke apart. A streak of light flew out, and it was actually a wisp of Primordial Spirit.
"Who are you?"
Shi Hao was surprised, but he was not afraid.
"Who am I? I do not know who I am either."
That wisp of Primordial Spirit muttered to itself.
At a glance, it was clear that the Primordial Spirit had been damaged far too severely.
Of course, it might still recover in the future.
It was at this moment.
Everyone looked toward Jiang Ming, wanting