Chapter 6079

The cavern fell into a suffocating silence after Luther’s whisper.

“Lord Mournwright…” Jared repeated under his breath, eyes fixed on the towering effigy.

Luther’s voice carried both awe and unease. “In the oldest Ghost Clan records, he was a warlord who defied both heaven and earth. Eight-armed, serpent-bodied. They say he devoured essence instead of cultivating it.”

Another tremor rolled through the statue. Scarlet light pulsed stronger, turning the cavern into a sea of blood.

Jared’s gaze sharpened. “He’s not dead.”

“No,” Luther answered grimly. “He was sealed. Legends claim the celestials suppressed him ages ago. If this is truly him…”

His sentence died as the idol’s gemstone eyes flared brighter. The ruby mist pouring from the corpses thickened, swirling faster toward the open mouth.