An eternal barren land, under a golden altar, an uninvited guest is walking.

In front of you is a huge deserted altar. The altar looks very tall, hundreds of meters long, and the long stairs continue to spread from low to high. It looks very spectacular, with a strong sense of history.

A breath of time came. At this moment, standing under the steps and looking upward, Adier seemed to have seen scenes from the past.

A group of barbarians covered in animal skins worshiped here, burned mountains and quarries to build them here, and built them step by step. The altar in front of them was continuously expanded, slowly forming the current scale.

Step by step...

Peeking at the past of time, Atir walked forward step by step. At this moment, his will and his body gradually separated and slowly integrated into the surroundings.

A little bit of crimson blood emerged from all around the altar, mixed with mottled marks and a little bit of thin soul power.

With the separation of Atir's will, all these bloods shone brightly, and endless light shone, revealing the marks of the past step by step, and once again manifesting them in front of Atir's eyes.

The fall of the corpse... The construction of the altar... Ten stars were established... Major events that happened before the altar kept emerging. Everyone and every face were so clear and vivid, as vivid and bright as the past that had truly experienced.

In this, a scene resonates with Adier.

In the dark sunset, outside the desolate altar, several old men in purple robes knelt under the golden coffin with tears on their faces, and kept kowtowing.

A dull sound was heard, and a little red blood was left behind. Under the power of the golden coffin, a unique mark of the city was engraved in deep on this altar.

Little purple air was rising. When Adier's will was separated, his body was slowly moving forward. With the help of some force, he walked accurately and clearly into the coffin in front.

During this process, endless majesty was spreading on the surrounding altars, and a large amount of law power turned into chains to try to lock Adier's body, but in the end it was directly offset and resolved under the influence of the little purple air.

After the last step was completed, Atir finally recovered from his awakening and looked up at the coffin in front of him.

The journey along the outside world has been much smoother than Adier expected.

With the world consciousness, he actively promoted blessings and assistance, and did not encounter any of the expected dangers, which allowed him to come to his sight smoothly.

But at this point, the help of world consciousness has almost reached its limit.

Standing in front of him, Adier could feel that as he got closer and closer to the golden coffin in front of him, behind him, the power of the world consciousness was slowly distorting, and the purple source power on it was constantly consumed, just to resist some kind of oppression that existed in the dark.

The root of all this is not from other things, but from the golden coffin in front of you, or from the corpse that exists in it.

Thinking of this, Atir took a deep breath and then took a sudden step forward.

The mental power tilted and exploded in an instant. Under the chanting of Atir, the golden coffin in front of him slowly opened, and the true appearance was about to be revealed.

Boom...

A slight vibration kept ringing, as if I felt something, the entire altar began to tremble, as if the supreme god began to revive, terrifying the earth.

The supreme majesty was dissipating and completely exploded at this moment. The supreme majesty and peerless horror made Atir change his face in an instant.

Boom!!

With a light sound, the golden coffin in front of him was completely pulled open.

With this scene happening, the previous majesty disappeared directly, like an illusion of illusion.

"call···"

Half kneeled on the ground, Atir stroked his chest with his hands, gasped with a big mouthful, and a trace of lingering fear flashed in his eyes.

“That horrible feeling…”

He half-kneeled on the ground, carefully savoring the feeling just now, and still felt a little incredible in his heart.

Just a wisp of breath, the feeling it brought to Adier was extremely terrifying, as if facing a complete world consciousness.

In just a moment, Adier seemed to feel that his bloodline was about to collapse. If the aura had not dissipated quickly, he would have been injured immediately.

"However, this unique feeling..."

From the horror just now, I recalled the feeling before, and carefully savored the feeling before, Adier stood up from the spot, as if he had noticed something: "The power of the soul..."

In the wisp of breath that flashed by just now, Adier keenly felt a familiar force in it, which was very similar to the power of the soul.

"The so-called corpse of gods is the source of all soul power?"

This thought flashed through Atir's mind, then raised his head and looked at the corpse in front of him.

A golden light passed by before his eyes. At this moment, Atir seemed to have seen a golden world, filled with golden lines, slowly connecting with countless people.

"There is no corpse?"

Looking at the golden world projected from the coffin in front of him, Adier frowned, and then a purple color gradually flashed through his eyes.

Deep in his soul, the purple supernatural mark was activated with all its strength at this moment. Using the source power of his body as consumption, he blessed his body with the power, making him able to break the illusion in front of him.

With this step, in front of him, the golden world slowly disappeared, and a huge corpse slowly appeared.

It was a tall golden corpse, with a whole body of five meters tall. At first glance, it looked like a giant standing.

On this corpse, a little bit of unique aura was emitting, making the golden corpse look very extraordinary, like the corpse of a fallen god, exuding a sacred and undesecrated atmosphere.

However, on this golden corpse, a change is occurring.

A little bit of black texture was densely covered with corpses, dyeing the entire corpse with a few marks, looking like it was rusted.

"This is···"

Looking at the corpse, Atir's face suddenly became solemn.

The appearance of the corpse is not unexpected. He has witnessed the memories of several demon gods, but Adier is not surprised by the appearance of the corpse.

Just on the corpse, the little black markings made Atir feel terrified.

It was an extremely terrifying texture, and the carrier of a very strong law of power was deeply engraved on this divine corpse, like an indelible curse, slowly eroding the entire divine corpse.

"The corpse of gods can remain intact when it falls, but then it corrupts. Is this corruption caused by the curse?"

As he carefully observed the texture of the body of the corpse, Atir murmured to himself.

How powerful are the corpse of gods?

Atir didn't know this, he just thought that he would not be weaker than the sixth level.

Since the curse on the body of the divine corpse in front of me can make it unbearable for even the divine corpse, I think it is also at least a force above the sixth level to cause damage to the divine corpse.

To a certain extent, Atir is not unfamiliar with this power that erodes the divine corpse.

That is the power of disaster, the root of birth, and the culprit for the world to become like this.

The moment when I saw the corpse and finally saw the black marks, behind Adier, a little purple source power began to boil, and a warm current rushed into my body quickly, as if urging something.

That is the world consciousness urging, and it is impatient to hope that the things in front of you will disappear.

Feeling this, Atir frowned first, then stretched out his hand tentatively.

A little elemental light burst out at this moment. In a small inch of space, an invisible murderous intent turned into a powerful offensive, directly carrying Adier's will and rushed into front of him.

Then, with a light sound, the endless light blooming in front of him quickly turned into dimness, and after hitting the corpse, it did not cause any movement, and it disappeared directly invisible and disappeared in place.

Even, under the slightest feeling of Atir, light flowed faintly on the corpse of the god in front of him. The power contained on it not only did not weaken at all, but became stronger and stronger.

"Can ordinary means not be weakened or destroyed?"

Feeling the changes on the corpse of the gods, Atir's face was a little solemn.

Devouring many demons, with his current strength, the finger was enough to injure the fourth level after he just turned his finger, but when facing the divine corpse in front of him, there was no trace at all.

This terrifying defense is really terrifying.

"Only try it..."

Looking at the tall golden skeleton in front of him, Atir murmured to himself, and a thought emerged in his heart.

Behind him, the moment this thought arose, a little bit of purple source power suddenly shone brightly, as if the world consciousness was urging.

This reaction also indicates something to some extent.

"It seems that the idea is correct..."

Feeling the boiling power of his body, Atir said to himself, then took a deep breath and walked towards the golden coffin in front of him.

He walked very carefully, and every step he took had to look carefully at the golden corpse in front of him, for fear that something would happen and that the corpse that existed was revived.

However, until he walked into the coffin, the corpse in front of him did not change at all. Not only did he show any sign of recovery, but he became more and more silent.

If it weren't for the vision when the coffin was opened before, Adier almost thought that this corpse had no power.

"But it's almost the same."

Walking in the coffin and looking up at the tall and brilliant corpse in front of him, Adier said to himself: "The corpse fell and was then eroded by the power of disaster for countless years. After a long time, even if it had a lot of power, it should be very little left now."

He thought so in his heart, stood there, quietly looking at the tall skeleton in front of him.

The golden skeletons in front of me were five or six meters tall, with their whole body upright and a human figure, but there were big differences. There were a lot of bones, and some of them were covered with subtle golden scales.

Although all the power is about to be wiped out on these broken bones, through the keen spiritual sense, Atir still felt a faint majesty, which made his blood boil and surrender.

Obviously, the race of this corpse is very extraordinary, and its strength during its lifetime is even more terrifying. Even if it falls for tens of thousands of years, just a breath left behind can still bring huge pressure to Adier.

Standing quietly in the coffin, after a long time, looking at the golden skeleton in front of him, Atir sighed softly, then walked forward, and a seed of blood slowly shining.
Chapter completed!