A terrifying pressure instantly fell over the entire ruin.
Everyone froze.
No one could have imagined that the corpse, dead for who knows how long, would suddenly speak!
His skin was sallow and withered, his cheeks deeply sunken. His ashen pupils suddenly twitched. His body slowly began to emanate vitality, regaining the aura of the living!
'He isn't dead!'
Feeling that aura, a chill ran through everyone present, as if they had been plunged into an abyss.
The pressure he exuded far surpassed that of the Nascent Soul True Monarchs in their Nascent Soul Sects. He was likely a Divinity Transformation Celestial Monarch.
But a Divinity Transformation Celestial Monarch hadn't appeared in the world for thirty thousand years.
'What era is this Cultivator from?'
'This is a Great Jin ruin, and he's wearing a Dragon Robe. Could he be an Emperor of the Great Jin Immortal Dynasty?'
