"Reforging the soul?"
Di Zhen Shen's expression changed as he stared fixedly at the King of the Great Tomb. Could it be that the King of the Great Tomb intended to devour and absorb their souls to reforge his own?
"Did you truly think this king would fall so easily? Back then, in my battle against the experts of the Divine Court, my soul was indeed utterly destroyed. But before my fall, I used the Great Tomb Seed to seal away an imprint of my soul. Over the years, many martial artists came seeking treasure, and all were slain by this king, their souls suppressed!"
The King of the Great Tomb spoke calmly.
"Suppressing souls?"
Di Zhen Shen's expression shifted slightly, but he soon laughed. "Worthy of the King of the Great Tomb. Unfortunately, you have still lost one move in the game!"
"Lost one move in the game?"
The King of the Great Tomb raised his brows, his dragon-like eyebrows standing upright.
Suddenly, the void shook, and a massive Spatial Rift was torn open above the crowd.
A golden-robed middle-aged man stepped out from within. He was tall and imposing, with a handsome face carved as if by a blade, radiating a cold and stern air.
His long hair cascaded to his waist like a waterfall, dancing in the wind as though proclaiming his unrestrained arrogance.
His aura was incomparably powerful, like an immovable mountain. Especially those eyes of his—their gaze was majestic and brilliant as stars, as though the entire world lay within his sight.
"He is... the second Divine Court Master!"
Lu Ren froze, disbelief written across his face.
When he had returned to more than six hundred thousand years ago, he had seen a portrait of the second Divine Court Master.
It was unmistakably the man