When He Kongsheng's Half-step Divine Emperor clone was destroyed.
Inside a certain lavish palace.
This palace was crafted entirely from rare materials, even to be called heaven-sent treasures.
The Spiritual Energy within this palace was intensely rich, hundreds of times denser than at the location of the Wus and the Jiangs.
A solemn-faced middle-aged man sat in the center front chair of the palace.
His appearance was identical to He Kongsheng's clone.
He was the true self of He Kongsheng.
His face slightly changed color, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with a gloomy light.
Not a trace of aura was emanating from his body, all of it seemed to be contained within.
He stood up slowly from the chair, muttering to himself, "How many years has it been since I last bled?"
