After a long while, Ren Feifan was thoroughly shaken, stood up, and picked up the Ancient Dust Sword that was stuck in the ground.
"I will trust you this time, but if I find out you are deceiving me, I will seal you in the Heritage Stone Pillar forever! You should know I can do it."
The Demon King was not angered by the threat; instead, a smug smile hung on his face.
In fact, he did not lie. There indeed used to be a ninth-grade elixir within the tomb, but that was a thousand years ago, and the elixirs no longer existed in the Holy Hidden Realm's tomb.
This trip, he only wanted one thing, and that was the corpse.
The reason for choosing this particular corpse was that the person had been a mighty warrior of the Demon Sect during their lifetime!
The compatibility with his soul was undoubtedly the highest.
Once he acquired the body, Ren Feifan in front of him would naturally become his puppet!
