The flower quickly congealed, and Ning Zheng's will swiftly returned, gradually awakening.
His body rapidly restructured, flesh and blood germinated, as if countless black flames drilled into his body through the Three Flowers on the Top, reconstructing the head, neck... reviving from top to bottom.
The villagers of the Ghost Village under the entire estate, the Four Viscera Realm female cultivators in the mountainside prison, all stared blankly around, sensing an incredible aura erupting.
The aura belonging to their king.
But this aura came quickly and went just as swiftly, as if it vanished in an instant, like an illusion of all existence on the estate.
Ning Zheng slowly opened his eyes, everything around was pitch black.
His mind went blank for a few seconds before he reacted, trying to reach out in the darkness and push. Creak, the bed board slowly opened, letting a ray of light in.
"Why am I under the bed??"
He stood up.
