Three days later, in the training room in the Back Courtyard of the Song-Style Courtyard House.
On the bluestone slab, the dense violet light rapidly contracted, sinking entirely into the gray-robed male corpse's brow.
The corpse opened his eyes without warning.
His pupils were no longer empty, but filled with an eerie shade of dark violet.
He sat up stiffly and twisted his neck. His bones ground together with metallic cracks that set teeth on edge.
The corpse looked down at his hands and suddenly clenched his fists, crushing the air with a muffled bang.
"A Deity Transformation leak-free body... this power..."
He looked up at Chen Lin, who was sitting on a stone stool. Greed and defiance flashed in his eyes for only an instant before disappearing completely.
Star Moon Demon Saint rolled off the platform and dropped onto one knee, cracking the bluestone slab beneath him into a sprawling spiderweb.
"This old servant, Star Moon, thanks my lord for granting me a new life!"
Holding his spirit tea, Chen Lin did not even lift his eyelids. "How do you feel?"
"My damaged soul limits me to peak late Nascent Soul combat strength for now." Star Moon Demon Saint's voice was hoarse, but he could not conceal his wild delight. "But as for the defenses of this Deity-Transformation Shell, I dare say no one in this world can breach them!"
He had barely finished speaking when a jumble of footsteps sounded from the Front Courtyard.
Heavenly Hatred True Lord's disheveled hair was scorched and brittle, his eyes sunken and bloodshot.
His steps were unsteady, yet he was in a state of extreme excitement.
Changqingzi followed behind him, looking withered, as though all his vitality had been drained. He clutched two empty bottles of supreme-grade Spirit-Concentrating Pills.
"My lord!"
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