"Boom——"
As soon as he got close, Ying Yue felt a terrifying pressure coming at him. Caught off guard, he staggered back several steps.
"This pressure... it's actually this strong?"
Ying Yue was shocked, raising his head to look at the 3000-zhang tall majestic giant. He was sitting on a golden throne, his entire body appearing as if it was cast in gold, a spiral horn on his forehead piercing the sky, eyes tightly closed, his divine might like a prison.
"He's already dead, yet the pressure on him is still so terrifying?" Ying Yue found it unbelievable. "How strong was this giant when he was alive? Could he be a Cosmic God?"
"The possibility of him being a Cosmic God is slim!"
Louke shook his head and said, "The laws of this world are incomplete, with only the Seven Transformation Principles, there's no path to become a Cosmic God. Even if he stood at the pinnacle of this world, at most he's just a Seven Immortal Transformation!"
