"Beast God Di Tian."
Cheng Ran's spiritual form drifted out of the Soul Tool, taking on a human shape and sitting opposite Qian Renxue.
Three days earlier, the moment Di Tian died in the Core Circle of the Star Dou Great Forest, Cheng Ran had already made plans. "Xiao Xue, leave the dragon corpse alone. This Evil God has a great use for it!"
Qian Renxue had brought the dragon corpse back to Spirit Hall and sealed it with both Angel Divine Power and Sea God's Light to prevent decay.
Di Tian's nearly nine hundred thousand years of cultivation were concentrated in every dragon scale and every dragon bone. His physical body was powerful to the extreme, truly one of the finest vessels in the history of the Douluo Continent.
Everything was ready.
They arrived at the plaza where the dragon corpse lay.
The enormous dragon corpse lay there quietly.
Dark golden scales covered its entire body, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
Its wings were folded at its sides, the patterns on the wing bones resembling the contours of mountains and rivers. Most striking was the vertical eye in the very center of its head-the mark of the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King.
Even three days after his death, that overwhelming pressure still kept every Soul Beast within several miles prostrate on the ground.
Qian Renxue looked solemn. All the materials were ready, and she had rehearsed the entire process several times, as though the one rebuilding his body were her own son.
"We're starting, Xiao Xue." Cheng Ran took a deep breath, and his spiritual form suddenly burst with dazzling light.
The phantom of the Gilded Bodhisattva appeared, and nine Soul Rings lit up: red, gold, red, red, red, red, red, red, red.
Nine-colored divine light shot into the sky,