Then, a warm current spread throughout his body. Ye Chen looked at the light and suddenly thought of something…
It seemed to be the light of reincarnation! Polar Light!
The Samsara Graveyard was helping him out!
As the warm current flowed through Ye Chen's body, it was as if rain had descended upon a drought-ridden land, nourishing his flesh, mind and dantian.
The feeling of being on the verge of collapse disappeared.
Although he was still being crushed, at the very least, there was no danger of death.
Naturally, the crimson figure sensed that its spiritual pressure and power had been suppressed. When its gaze fell on the light on Ye Chen's body, its expression became extremely ferocious.
"This is… Origin qi… how can he have origin qi?"
"Even a Supreme Emperor realm cultivator cannot control such power!"
"Who exactly are you?!"
Origin qi?