The Real Great Resurrection Calamity

"So you're here for the power of resurrection. You're very stupid to find this place."

The mysterious voice sounded again, and its tone was filled with disdain.

Jiang Changsheng sat on the Divine Throne of the Great Dao Origin with his left hand supporting his cheek and his right hand supporting Elder Tianji. He said in an indifferent tone, "Since you are unwilling to come out, I will invite you out."

With that said, the Primordial Chaos Divine Origin Qi suddenly transformed into a sharp whip that whipped towards the horizon, sweeping across the dark void and dissipating the boundless fog. A figure hidden in the dark was also struck out.

It was a man with disheveled hair. He was barefooted and his robes were torn. His skin was dark gray, as if he was a ghost. His limbs were wrapped in faint chains as he looked at Jiang Changsheng in disbelief.

"Who are you?" The barefooted man shouted angrily.