In the high skies above the Valley of Fallen Gods, the Eight Martial Emperors who had followed chased up, slashing at fierce beasts that like moths to a flame were delivering themselves to death, while looking down into the valley to survey the situation of the battle.
"So many years have passed, yet the corpse remains as if it were a living person; is this what it means to be a god?"
Lang Wudi, the Holy Master of the Celestial Wolves, looked at the Divine Body deep within the Valley of Fallen Gods, his eyes filled with astonishment.
"Indeed, it's an ancient god."
Li Tiankuang said with emotion, "If those puppet sects were to see this Divine Corpse, they'd probably go mad."
Many puppet sects favored using corpses to create puppets; the stronger one was in life, the stronger the puppet fashioned after their death.
If this Divine Corpse could be turned into a puppet, it wouldn't just surpass Martial Emperors, even Martial Gods would pale in comparison.
