Di Tian: Holy Shit, You're Alive!? Six Thousand Words

"Cough, cough, well..."

For the first time, Qian Chaoguang felt like his brain was a little unequal to the unbearably awkward situation before him.

He had thought up all kinds of explanations and excuses.

But looking into the Holy Word Monarch's cold, stern eyes, the words had already reached his lips, yet no matter what, he could not get them out.

The feeling was exactly like making a mistake at school as a child, only to be caught red-handed by the teacher, and now being "interrogated through words and deeds."

In short...

Qian Chaoguang felt he was about to experience that long-lost feeling of soon being harshly lectured by an elder.

"It's just..."

He stammered here, while the Holy Word Monarch remained expressionless.

If one ignored the Undead Six-Winged Angel that kept trying to fly away, everything was still quite solemn.

At last, Qian Chaoguang could no longer withstand that psychological pressure and let out a long sigh. As if giving up completely, he said:

"All right, all right, I'll confess. I dug up our family's ancestral graves. Uh, could you hit me a little lighter? When I dug them up back then, I really didn't know my own origins."

"You know too, I'm a necromancer, and also the God of Undead. It would've been a real shame to leave such high-quality bones lying there... Other than our family's, I also dug up the graves of all those Titled Douluo from past generations."

"For the ones whose bones were shattered, I took the soul bones. For the ones whose bones were intact, I reincarnated them into Gray Bone Skeletons. Even Rakshasa God's divine body, I also... cough."

"Later, I discovered by accident that large amounts of Holy Light could stimulate the skeletons of those who possessed the Six-Winged Angel Martial