The old man had deliberately preserved them earlier, not letting these things be sacrificed together.
As for their use, the middle-aged man had long known.
Although he had never seen it, he had heard of such an existence from his teacher.
He was the most powerful warrior in the Mortal Realm, a pioneer daring enough to carry the corpses of deities in his mortal body.
But he had another identity—the Golden Humanity, the most noble, the most perfect, and also the most false generation of the Human Clan.
Mythology records when the ancient beings created them, the gods dripped their divine blood, gathering into a river, and then under the fusion of [Life], they were restored to their original form, achieving the initial Golden Generation.
As a result, they were born long-lived yet not restricted by being demigods; born with physical bodies comparable to high-level professionals, yet only see it as an instinct.
