"Boom!!"
Ye Hanjun opened his eyes, and a magnificent radiance rose to the heavens.
Broad expansive wings of light filled the Hall of the Holy Spirit, the long-lost brightness revived the life vitality of this dust-sealed dark temple in an instant.
"Rumble rumble—"
Corpse Mountain also began to shake, bones misaligned, the crystal coffin emitting strange noises, as if bells and drums were sounding in unison, the noise shaking the vast cosmos.
The Blood Sea, not to be outdone, churned like dancing dragons when vigorous, like swift-flying phoenixes when weakening, and in moments of reprieve, like tigers roaring through the forest, a display of bizarre wonders.
"Has Ye Hanjun awakened?!"
Ye Liuying, who lay flat in a crystal coffin and was soaking in some mysterious liquid to temper her body, suddenly pushed the lid aside.
