Ling Yun's head finished forming as he spoke. 0

The ancient God of Life was a handsome young man with bright eyes and a lean but powerful physique. His high and well-defined nose punctuated his thin lips, and his pale green hair brought out the fair complexion of his smooth skin.0

Despite his refined features, he carried a sense of unruliness about him.0

Still, even as he questioned the injustice of the bizarre mist's will, his face bore no trace of anger, his expression composed.0

The blood-colored mist surrounding his body condensed into a deep crimson suit of armor that seemed fused with his flesh. Blood-colored lightning coiled across it like serpents.0

A heartbeat echoed from his chest, causing the entire Ruin Realm to tremble with it.0

The Dao of Life imbued in the stars...0