It was still a spacious underground cavern in West Mountain outside Wang'an City.
Imperial Preceptor Yu Kunlun stood at the center of a vast formation, his eyes closed in contemplation.
Beneath his feet lay an enormous magic array, twenty li in diameter and shaped like an Octagon.
Within this magic array were no fewer than a hundred and eight Fire-Red cages. Each held a Giant Spirit between eighty and a hundred and fifty zhang tall.
As everyone knew, Giant Spirits taller than eighty zhang were essentially all first-rank; those taller than a hundred and thirty zhang had already entered the transcendent rank.
At that moment, they were trapped in their cages, unable to move.
Crimson chains wound around their entire bodies, and long spikes nearly a foot thick studded them all over. Enormous iron balls were stuffed into their mouths.
Their muscles bulged taut, clearly straining with all their might, yet they could never break free of those chains. They could not even make a sound beyond gurgles in their "throats."
Had Chu Xisheng arrived there then, he would have discovered that he was at the very place where Chu Fengge had used Reversal of Yin and Yang.
Not long ago, Imperial Preceptor Yu Kunlun had found this place and converted it into a magic array for cloning the First-Generation Heaven-Gazing Hou.
Yet Yu Kunlun now felt inexplicably uneasy.
After all, what he intended to clone was the First-Generation Heaven-Gazing Hou, which had nearly exterminated the humans of the Divine Land.
Yu Kunlun could not help wondering whether what he was doing was right.
A moment later, Yu Kunlun abruptly exhaled a breath of stale air, and his gaze gradually firmed.
The power of the Four Great Corpse Ancestors was indispensable to resisting the gods.
They were four Ancestor Corpses