Boom!
The enormous statue shook, and black light burst from its eyes.
"Have you finally found me a suitable vessel?"
An ancient voice rang out from within the statue.
"Forefather, the Lost Soul Clan is in mortal danger. Only you can save us. Today, we have chosen an unrivaled prodigy to help you return to life!"
Wang Sanchi spoke with reverence.
"I know what has happened to the Lost Soul Clan. Once I return and ascend to the Divine Emperor Stage, I will crush the Undead Royal Family and avenge our fallen clansmen!"
Wang Cangjue spoke calmly.
"Then we will activate the altar, help you rebuild your Spiritual Origin, and let you take this boy's body!"
Wang Sanchi said.
With that, the three Divine Emperors unleashed divine light at the foot of the enormous statue.
Rumble!
An altar appeared beneath the statue's feet, as though it had suddenly risen from the earth.
Countless remnant souls drifted from the altar. Like tormented spirits imprisoned for a thousand years, they had finally been released. They seemed to have broken free of their seals, turning into ghostly figures that darted above the altar, lost as headless flies.
"Let us out! We don't want to die!"
"Wang Sanchi, we were wrong! I don't want to die!"
"Don't kill us!"
The remnant souls wailed as though their hearts were being torn apart, like fiends from hell crying out their grievances.
They had once been Divine King powerhouses who could command the wind and clouds. Now they were prisoners of the Lost Soul Clan. Their souls had been torn out and sealed within this altar, where they had suffered for tens of thousands of years.
They knew the Lost Soul Clan intended to use their souls and the altar to restore Wang Cangjue's Spiritual Origin.
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