As the light flickered, the corpse of the Ancient God underwent a miraculous transformation.
Pairs of golden wings unfurled from her back, glittering and incredibly dazzling.
These twelve pairs of wings were majestic and imposing, each filled with power and a sacred aura that commanded reverence.
Is this creature still alive or dead? Chen Mo was shocked. Zhui Yi stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Chen Mo, ready to absorb any harm should danger arise.
After the corpse flew out of the tomb, it hovered, remaining suspended five meters in front of Chen Mo.
Just as Chen Mo wondered why the corpse had undergone such a drastic change, it opened its eyes. A pair of bright, gemstone-like blue eyes stared unwaveringly at him.
"Fortunate One, congratulations!"
The Ancient God parted her red lips, uttering six words in an incredibly gentle voice.
Fortunate One? Chen Mo looked at her, puzzled.
"Are you alive or dead?" Chen Mo voiced his most pressing question.
