Ancient, unfathomable auras awaken from the bones, and each time one rises, a golden phantom appears beside Fang Jueyu. Some are kind and friendly, some have stern expressions, while a few appear rather menacing.
"Damn it, they're rising from the dead!" Fang Jueyu stumbled, startled.
But Fang Jueyu quickly realized that these phantoms weren't will or soul; they were mere projections of these beings' living forms.
A gathering of ten thousand demigods' phantoms surrounded Fang Jueyu as if a grand and solemn ritual was being held.
"Successor of Wanshen Manor!" A voice suddenly echoed within Wanshen Manor, and it came from the central purple skeleton!
The purple skeleton stepped towards Fang Jueyu, who couldn't hear any emotion in its tone. Its will had long faded away, leaving it as nothing more than a program controlled by Wanshen Manor.
Fang Jueyu did not retreat a single step from nervousness or fear, instead locking eyes with the hollow sockets of the purple skeleton.
