On a straw mat, a corpse riddled with cracks and dripping with blood suddenly sat up, opened its eyes, which was indeed quite terrifying. He was the true body of the Past Tathagata.
In the mist, the ancient, broken, and silent Hall of the Past lay buried under the dust of history, extremely desolate, as if it had not been visited for many eras.
Outside, the disciples and grandmasters of the Hunyuan Force were frightened out of their wits, all of them lost in thought, as the terrifying blood-soaked figure on the straw mat bore an exact resemblance to the Ancestor Master.
If this was the Past Tathagata, then who had they been paying respects to all along? A patched-up substitute, or the vessel of the Light of the Soul, or perhaps something else.
"Ha, hey!" The blood-soaked figure on the straw mat swayed as it stood up, letting out a short, heavy, and chilling laughter, truly like an evil ghost smuggling itself back from the Netherworld.
