The Resurrection of the Female Corpse, a Calamity for the Nation

At the heart of the inner city, a gaunt figure suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, “Chi Mingtian, aren’t you afraid of complete annihilation?”

“These ominous forces have absorbed your will, and these runes cannot be stopped unless...”

As if echoing the words of the emaciated figure, a silhouette rose from the light array on the ground, “Unless this person possesses a complete thought of mine.”

“Yan Changjun, long time no see.”

The emaciated figure paused slightly, “I never expected the esteemed Chi Mingtian to know the name of this elder. I am deeply honored.”

“Your Yan lineage was tasked with suppressing this head of mine. Over ninety million years have passed, and it is only natural for you to be remembered.”

The figure of light slowly approached the emaciated figure.

The emaciated figure sighed, “Rarely does Chi Mingtian remember time...”

“A thought is ordinary for mortals, countless thoughts can arise within a single breath.”