White Sarcophagus

A horrific rhythmic atmosphere diffused from the corpse king and swept across the space without reserve. In an instant, heaven and earth were once again surrounded by rhythms and formed a domain dominated by it.

Traces of musical rhythm burrowed into everyone's ears, probing into their spiritual souls. Even those powerful beings who had passed the second Divine Tribulation felt a shudder in their spiritual souls.

Buzz! The fluctuations of the rhythm continued to spread from the corpse king. It was as if his body was merely a conductor. In a brief moment, the vast land was enveloped by the will contained in the rhythm.

The music of a song began to play, and every single beating note seemed to contain endless sorrow.

"The Divine Requiem." Lord Luo's expression was solemn. He had a look of piety. He then sat cross-legged directly in this void, listening very carefully.