The Golden Crow and Fu Xiqin finally realized something was amiss.
Those shining in the night sky were not stars, and what triggered the life-and-death change of the Hexagram Array were not stars either, but rather, the divine power from the Ancestors, thousands of years old.
The Ancestor scattered her divine power, sending Bao Gucheng the final gift, which was her own life!
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Midnight had passed.
The thunderstorm had stopped.
The clean night sky was filled with dazzling stars.
The coffin in the center of the Hexagram Array lay open, with the man lying with his eyes tightly closed at the cold stone coffin's base.
Suddenly.
A pale knuckle moved, a large hand flipped, grasped the edge of the stone coffin for leverage, and leaped out forcefully.
"Bang——"
"Uh..."
A painful groan came from the ground.
A mud-soaked young man was struggling to climb up from the rain-soaked grave, clutching his arm: "Bao Gucheng, I gave you my life, why would you step on my hand..."
