Resurrection

In the dark and cold starry sky, a gigantic tomb floated.

Compared to the tomb, even some ancient stars were as insignificant as dust.

The Emperor's Tomb.

A saintly middle-aged man in an ancient white robe stood by an isolated tomb with an already cold corpse lying beneath his feet.

The corpse wore green robes and looked young with refined features.

However, the power of the curse had already seeped into his body. Even after his Essence Spirit was shattered in his consciousness, it was still entangled by the curse and he had no chance of survival.

"What a pity."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and looked at the corpse by his feet. He shook his head gently and murmured, "Even the Grade 12 Creation Green Lotus Body could not defend against the devouring of the two curses."