Chapter 810

At the deepest part of the Green Dragon King's treasury lay the body of a Primordial Sacred Body, long dead yet still indestructible.

Fang Yu stepped forward, Ye Fan following behind; the moment he saw the corpse, he felt an inexplicable resonance, as if encountering another self—his bloodline dried, his body withered in silent meditation, finally turning into a cold corpse.

This was a strange illusion caused by the contact of kindred beings, giving him the sensation that his spirit had traveled back to ancient times.

Even at this moment, Ye Fan felt his spirit enter the corpse, resonating with the body.

"Is this another Primordial Sacred Body?"

Tu Fei and Pang Bo stepped forward, their gazes fixed on the Primordial Sacred Body ahead; time had flown, no one knew how many years had passed, yet the body remained uncorrupted, seated in the treasure vault—whether the withered flesh or the powerful bones, all radiated an immortal force, as if transmitted across time and space.

Instantly, both knew that the most valuable treasure in the Green Dragon King's treasury was this Primordial Sacred Body.

This Primordial Sacred Body was a middle-aged man, his appearance preserved in middle age, even his hair black and thick, draped over his withered frame.

His spine stood straight as a true dragon soaring into the sky, exuding an immortal power; his head gazed forward with vigor.

As Ye Fan drew near, the Primordial Sacred Body trembled; in an instant, some treasures nearby shattered.

"Why is this happening? Is he still alive?"

Tu Fei felt his hair stand on end.

Yan Yan Ruyu shook her head. "Impossible—he cannot be alive. No one in this world can live this long. According to the Green Dragon King's estimation, these remains have existed for at least tens of thousands of years."

A set of remains existing for tens of thousands of years? Of course he could not be alive—even the ancient Emperors lived no more than ten thousand years. This Primordial Sacred Body had never reached the Emperor realm, only the level of an ancient Sage; he could not possibly have lived this long.

Yet the fact that he preserved his body intact for tens of thousands of years at the level of an ancient Sage revealed the terrifying nature of the Primordial Sacred Body.

At that moment, the Primordial Sacred Body trembled again.

From Ye Fan's body flew a green lotus; a flash of emerald light entered the remains of the Primordial Sacred Body.

"Monster! Is it coming back to life? Little Ye, are you alright?!"

Tu Fei shouted.

Yan Yan Ruyu's expression changed—could a cold corpse revive—or possess another—because another Primordial Sacred Body had arrived?

How could that be?

No one in this world could live over tens of thousands of years!

Yet why was such a change occurring? Even Yan Yan Ruyu could not understand it.

"Ye Fan is unharmed. This must be some resonance between Sacred Bodies."

Fang Yu spoke.

His gaze studied the Primordial Sacred Body before him, seeing countless mysteries.

The sea of the Primordial Sacred Body's wheel had been utterly barren, devoid of life—but when Ye Fan's lotus arrived, it bloomed with radiant light within.

The sea of bitterness was golden, nearly dried up; the few remaining golden sparks had hardened, no longer a sea, but more like barren earth.

Yet when Ye Fan's cultivated lotus entered the wheel sea of the Primordial Sacred Body's remains, the lotus swayed, scattering droplets of emerald radiance—this flesh seemed capable of reviving, revealing invincible power.

The barren wheel sea slowly spread a breath of life; the dried golden sea gained a faint ripple, exuding a trace of divine energy.

The secret realm of this human body was no longer dark—it grew bright.

"Sea of Bitterness, Wheel Sea."

In Fang Yu's spirit, these four characters echoed—he himself began to change, his flesh reshaping according to the structure of the Primordial Sacred Body's wheel sea.

He was an Immortal, possessing none of these arcane elements; thus, upon first arriving in the Shrouding Heaven Realm, he could not cultivate the Shrouding Heaven Method.

Without these things, how could one cultivate the Shrouding Heaven Method? Human constitutions differ.

But now, having reached the Immortal Body realm, a single micro-particle could transform endlessly—he could forge what was missing, add what he desired; if he wished, becoming three-headed and six-armed would be effortless, or a thousand hands and eyes equally simple.