The Mingwu Emperor stood dazed, gazing down at the rough black cloth clothes on his body.
He then raised his hands, repeatedly confirming the weak yet vibrant body.
It seemed utterly absurd.
His last memory lingered on the fierce battle in the Bright Star Sea Area.
Faced with the pressure of Shuyan's domain, he burned himself up but was powerless to resist the momentum of collapse.
Ultimately, he sank completely into darkness, a conclusion that should have been unchangeable.
But now.
The warm sunlight above, the gentle breeze brushing his skin, the solid earth beneath, and the weak yet truly circulating qi-blood within.
I... have been resurrected again?!
Unlike waking up from the last long slumber.
This time, it was a thorough rebirth.
He lost the mighty power to shift mountains and fill seas, and also lost the imperial body that carried endless glory.
The current newborn physique, though frail, felt like a blank sheet of paper, pure in an indescribable way.
