At that time, on a meteorite thirty miles west, Yama Ancestor was sitting cross-legged on top of a large rock with a top-grade Spirit Stone the size of a chicken egg in his mouth.
At that moment, circles of Mystic Light spread out from his skull into the surrounding Void, looking like circles of black ripples.
A series of fierce battles had left this former ruler and Great Grandmaster almost fatally wounded.
Only Yama himself knew that his Nascent Soul Magic Body had shrunk to about seven inches, and his status as a Great Grandmaster was in critical danger.
But what horrified him even more was that a third of the Nascent Soul Magic Body was nearly crystallized, and his Divine Thought had also significantly weakened and was about to fail to maintain the Magic Body.
Every thought of death filled Yama with immense fear.
Just then, he suddenly sensed something and perceived a gaze from afar landing on him.
Without opening his eyes, Yama knew who the owner of that gaze was.
