Zuofo stood by the side of the coffin, his hands clasped across his chest, an expression of enjoyment on his face.
Translucent Mysterious Runes flickered underfoot, gathering the life energy from the refined fresh blood and pouring it incessantly into his body.
Having slumbered for too long, even after employing all his methods, he still couldn't fully resist the ravages of time, which had aged not just his body, but his soul as well.
True sleep wasn't merely about being frozen; moreover, he did not know for how long he had been asleep, not even he was clear on that matter.
But the entire world, without a doubt, had changed beyond recognition.
"Fortunately, I'd anticipated this situation and spent a fortune to have those Rune Masters arrange this special Rune Array......"
Zuofo glanced at the struggling Awakeners with some surprise, "To think they lack even a decent legacy, no wonder their strength is so weak..."
