Ostentatious Zhao Yao

If this time, I was revived from the dead, but could not climb out from inside the coffin, then it would be the biggest joke ever.

In my head, a “boom” rumbled as if the entire world exploded, and before my eyes, I sank into the darkness.

As if my five senses completely disappeared within this moment. All of my consciousness no longer existed, while my body seemed to be drifting in a void, sinking and floating…

It was unknown how much time had passed, but finally, I could slowly feel the coexistence between heaven and earth. I felt the weight of my own body. I could feel a slight chill in the air, and even smell a scent slowly wafting into my nasal cavity.

It was not the fishy smell of the soil, but rather a kind of subtly sweet and pure scent…

I suddenly opened my eyes, and all of the darkness receded away. I even threw the gloominess of the ghost market to the back of my mind. I saw a vast expanse of whiteness, a world of ice and snow, where the snowstorms created icicles that suspended downwards from high above.

I took a deep breath, only to find that my back was giving out. I suddenly fell off the wall, my four limbs collapsing helplessly onto the ground.

For a moment, I gasped for breath and stared at my hands on the ground. I lifted one hand up, rotating it back and forth. Then I looked at the lines on the palm of my hand, examining the color of my skin. It was… It was my body.

It was my, Lu Zhao Yao’s, body. The body that I used to make every celestial and demonic cultivator under the heaven cower.

I did not turn into a set of dried-up bones!

I turned my head, only to see a wall of bone-penetrating, chilly-coldness behind me, and on the wall, there was a human-shaped depression. Was I just on that wall? Or was it more like… In that wall?

I was shocked, and slightly confused.

What was going on?

Was I not buried by Mo Qing under that grassy burial mound in the Forbidden Area of Chen Ji Mountain? Did I not float above that grave for the past five years? So then, why was my body here now?

My body did not turn into a set of dried-up bones, not even a little bit of rot…

Where was I, where was this, and who placed my body in this place? Why was it placed here? How did it get placed here?

In the end, did I…

Die or not?

As countless questions swarmed forth, I sat down. The bone-penetrating, ice-cold climate immediately transferred from my skin to my brain, calming me down.

No, now was not the right time to think about these things!

I only had four hours, so it did not matter what the answers to these questions were. Right now, I only had one thing that needed to get done — I must make Luo Ming Xuan continue his dormant slumber.

Once I sealed Luo Ming Xuan again, I could slowly explore these questions about my body after.

I stood up and flexed my fists. This was my body, so I was familiar with every inch of the meridians in my body, my aura, my blood, my strength, including all of my arrogance and self-pride.

I was still wearing Wan Lu Sect’s outfit from that year. When I was in the Sword Tomb, I was wearing the flamboyant, alternating red and black robe. I brushed the frost off my shoulders and rolled my neck around. The corners of my lips quirked up into an uncontrollable smile.

The icicle in front of me reflected my appearance of black hair and black pupils with demonic energy wrapped around my whole body. I bit my finger and stained my upper lip with an eye-catching, heart-stopping red.

I was a demon.

The demon, Lu Zhao Yao, who made people be stricken with terror just from hearing my name. It had been a very long time, since I… Last exercised my muscles and bones.