A vast cavern gate, dark and chaotic.
A gigantic six-fingered hand slowly gripped the edge of the gate!
Its six fingers were withered and gray, like skin stretched over bones, their joints sharply defined, yet they exuded a heavy, oppressive Death Qi that set hearts pounding.
Though its owner had yet to emerge fully, every cultivator who saw that hand felt an involuntary shudder in their heart, even an instinctive urge to flee-as far away as possible.
It was a living creature's instinctive fear of death!
Opposite them.
The Slender Old Man stared blankly at the sight.
He murmured in disbelief:
"It really is a Divine Corpse..."
Having personally cultivated a Divine Corpse, how could he fail to recognize how astonishing the existence still hidden deep within the gate was?
Its cultivation was clearly further along than his own.
But perhaps this Divine Corpse of the Taiyi Dao Lord had possessed a lower cultivation realm in life than his own Divine Corpse, so judging solely by the presence it leaked, there was little difference between them.
As he pondered, another six-fingered hand abruptly reached out from deep within the gate. The two withered hands gripped its sides, and the next moment, a four-eyed head covered in sparse black hair and a withered yet knottily muscled body slowly emerged.
Compared with its size in life, when it had rivaled an entire world domain, the Divine Corpse Six Fingers had shrunk enormously. Yet its presence had instead truly broken through to the Tribulation Crossing Realm.
Now it stepped out of the gate and silently came to a stop beside Wang Ba, its four eyes devoid of life or light.
Against its enormous body, the surrounding cultivators seemed utterly insignificant.
It simply stood there quietly, yet no one dared underestimate this Divine Corpse.