The Holy Maiden Uncovers My Coffin When I Just Become An Emperor’s Corpse
Chapter 130 Shuo Jin Saint King, Innate Gold Metal Body!

Chapter 130: Chapter 130 Shuo Jin Saint King, Innate Gold Metal Body!

As the voice fell, a golden light flashed.

A golden silhouette coalesced above the spiritless body seated on the throne.

This silhouette was identical to the armored figure sitting there.

"You want me to stop, and so I shall?" Yang Yan retorted.

He ignored the other party and continued to advance.

As he moved, the area of shattered void expanded, and the surrounding black holes grew increasingly larger.

The suction they produced caused the void around the spiritless body on the throne to fluctuate continuously.

"A powerhouse with a strong physique, comparable to a Minor Saint Body," the other party remarked, looking down at Yang Yan.

"Had I been alive, speaking to me in such a way,

with just a finger, I could have crushed you!" he said coldly.

Faced with his threat, Yang Yan’s expression remained unchanged.

"Oh really? What about now?"

A glint appeared in the golden silhouette’s eyes.

"Now, if I want to kill you, it might take some effort.

But I can still kill you.

Yet, I don’t wish to kill you now," he said.

"Because I won’t live much longer and will soon disappear," the golden silhouette continued.

His demeanor calmed, and the killing intent vanished.

"I’ve been in the Ancient Battlefield for an unknown amount of time.

It’s time for me to disappear.

But before I vanish, I want to find a successor."

The golden silhouette fixed his gaze on Yang Yan.

"Your temperament is much like mine, making you a good choice!"

To become his successor?

"You want me to be your successor. Which Great Emperor are you?" Yang Yan asked, still advancing step by step.

Where he trod, the ground cracked and sank several meters.

"Great Emperor? You speak with such arrogance!" the golden silhouette said coldly, "Asking outright which Great Emperor I am—what, does only an Emperor Level existence qualify to make you a successor, your master?"

Yang Yan nodded slightly.

"Yes!"

He was unequivocal!

If not a Great Emperor, how could he become a successor?

Moreover, even emperors didn’t necessarily qualify to be his master.

The golden silhouette snorted coldly.

"Young people, so ambitious!

Don’t think that just because your physique rivals a Minor Saint Body, you can be arrogant and haughty.

Remember this:

There’s always someone stronger, and always a higher heaven!"

Then, he raised his hand.

"See my past strength, and you’ll feel ashamed of your earlier words!"

A golden light curtain appeared, showing images of the armored figure slaughtering various powerhouses.

"I killed Saints as if they were dogs!

The bones of Saint Kings piled into small mountains!" he said indifferently.

Yang Yan’s gaze grew deep.

"Then how did someone pierce your heart?" he asked.

The golden silhouette’s expression darkened.

"I encountered the Flame God Emperor!

His flames were truly terrifying, piercing my heart in an instant!

That’s why I died!

But I fought with the Flame God Emperor.

He was an Emperor Level existence!

A presence of such level didn’t allow just anyone to even face them.

But I could!

Being able to fight a Great Emperor was proof that my strength was second to none," he said.

The Flame God Emperor pierced his heart, was the Great Emperor who killed him.

If that were the case, Yang Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

In that dark era, anyone who could rival emperors must have opposed the cultivators!

Considering inheritance for himself?

It seemed he was deceiving himself, harboring ulterior motives!

"Master, don’t believe him.

He’s definitely a cultivator whose mind was lost to darkness!

He’s a monster from the dark era!

If you trust him, he will kill you!"

Within Yang Yan’s physique, a deep red flame enveloped by the Glazed Sacred Flame heard the golden silhouette’s words and immediately shouted.

"I know!" How could Yang Yan not understand? "Do you recognize him?"

The other was killed by the Flame God Emperor, and now the golden silhouette still existed within the Ancient Battlefield, which proved that the Flame God Emperor had seen him.

The deep red flame, having always accompanied the Flame God Emperor, should have some impression.

The deep red flame blinked, recalling past events.

After all, thirty-five thousand years had passed, a span too long, making it difficult to remember.

"I think I’ve seen him, ah yes!

He is the Shuo Jin Saint King, with an Innate Gold metal Body!" the deep red flame suddenly shouted.

"His physique was meant to be immortal, but my master used the Divine Fire to pierce it.

The Divine Fire inside him disintegrated his body ceaselessly.

Preventing him from regenerating gold forever!

Now he must be sealed here by my master, with Divine Fire eternally burning within him,

preventing him from revival!" it continued.

"Master, don’t approach him.

The golden silhouette appearing is a phantom formed by his Innate Golden Spirit.

Though it holds no profound qi power, its spiritual power is immense, capable of seizing souls and possessing others," it shouted again.

Possessing others?

A truly remarkable skill!

"If I had time, I could have become an Emperor too.

But, unfortunately,

there wasn’t enough time and I was slain by a Great Emperor."

The golden silhouette fixed its eyes on Yang Yan.

"You will inherit my strength, learn my cultivation technique.

Inherit my physique, inherit all of me.

In the future, you will surely become an Emperor!"

He didn’t know that within Yang Yan’s body was a deep red flame nurtured by the Flame God Emperor.

The flame had laid bare all his secrets.

"An Innate Gold metal Body, his corpse is a treasure."

A Saint King’s body—imagine how valuable!

Forged into weapons, it might rival a Half-Emperor Artifact!

"Master, he is very formidable!" the deep red flame reminded.

It did not support Yang Yan in coveting the Shuo Jin Saint King’s body.

If not for the Divine Fire seal burning within him,

his Saint King-level cultivation could easily overpower any cultivator below the Supreme.

"If his body isn’t taken, and other cultivators arrive.

If seized by his Innate Golden Spirit and they escape with his body,

refining the Divine Fire, rebuilding the body,

his power would ascend even further."

Should he relive another life, cultivating to the Emperor Realm would be astonishingly quick!

Yang Yan wouldn’t allow such an existence to leave, to harm the world, and take the lead in becoming an Emperor!

"Master, be careful," the deep red flame said after hearing Yang Yan’s words and desisted from blocking him.

It understood that if the other one were to escape possession,

an unimaginable catastrophe would ensue.

"Hmm, I know."

Yang Yan understood clearly.

But he was fearless!

"After hearing all this, will you consent to inherit everything from me?" the golden silhouette asked.

Yang Yan stopped walking.

"I agree."

He wanted to see how the other would attempt to possess him.

"Excellent, open your Sea of Consciousness.

Envelop my body within," the golden silhouette said.

"Alright."

Yang Yan’s brow opened, revealing a dim scene inside.

He opened up his Sea of Consciousness!

At that moment, the golden silhouette vanished from where it stood.

Reappearing, it existed within Yang Yan’s Sea of Consciousness, and then, it burst into laughter.

"I, the Shuo Jin Saint King, finally, finally can be reborn!"