"Certainly, certainly."
The Golden Corpse nodded in satisfaction and looked Han Chao over carefully before casting dozens more sealing spells.
Han Chao calmly accepted, guessing at the truth behind the Golden Corpse's words. It had devoured ninety-nine percent of his soul, deliberately leaving behind a wisp as a seal, clearly not for the purpose of refining an Artifact Spirit.
"The Jade Dishware is the skull of the Corpse Immortal, it was born with me..."
...
Depend-on-Mountain City.
The Northern Border stronghold, where Founder Emperor of the Old Zhou started his rise to power.
As border conflicts intensified, the Corpse Demon army threatened to break the defense line at any moment, prompting the Alliance to dispatch more troops to the Northern Border.
The soldiers would rest and regroup in Depend-on-Mountain City, bringing prosperity back to the once desolate city.
The bustling streets teemed with all kinds of people, including members of the demon race with beastly heads.
