As the basement filled with energy, the runes on the coffin began to glow brighter. They let off a brilliant light, matching the formation.


    All the energy was condensing into the coffin. The corpse in the coffin started glowing as well and began to swell with life and flesh under the overwhelming force.


    All eyes were on the corpse in the coffin. They were all nervous and excited at the same time.


    As time slowly ticked by, the energy in the basement grew more and more powerful.


    The people''s faces began to twist with pain, as the energy was far too much for them to endure.


    It was a good thing that most of the energy had been absorbed by the coffin or they would have keeled over already.


    Even so, a few weaker soldiers had already copsed to the ground as they spasmed on the ground in agony.


    Nheless, no one bothered to check in on them as everyone only had eyes for the corpse in the coffin.


    Half an hour ticked by in the basement, but the people there felt like an entire lifetime had passed. Many of them were barely holding on.


    Even Abar himself had begun to sway. It was important to note that he was an Ambience level cultivator, the most powerful cultivator present.


    The corpse in the coffin now looked no different from a regr human being, and its eyes flew open.


    At the same time, all the energy condensed into the old man''s body. The coffin crumbled as the ground and walls of the basement lost all their glow, and cracks began appearing.


    All the energy had been used up.


    Just then, the old man got to his feet slowly. He looked around curiously, taking in the people before them.


    Abar was overwhelmed with emotion, copsing to his knees as the people behind him scrambled to do the same.


    Abar said shakily, "O'' Mighty d Faste, our honorable elder. You''re finally alive again."


    The old man''s gaze still seemed a little muddied, as if he was trying to remember something.


    The people fidgeted nervously. Why did it seem like the elder had lost his memory?


    Just then, Abar called out, "Elder, we are the descendants of the Faste n. It has been five hundred years since you fell into a slumber, and we have spent all of our n''s fortune, sacrificing countless members of our tribe to create this energy dungeon to wake you up."


    The elder let out a long breath, which brought about fierce winds in the basement, whipping at everyone''s clothing.


    "Oh, I see. What''s your name?" d rasped in a hardly audible croak.


    It was clear that his bodily functions had notpletely recovered yet.


    "I am your fifteenth-generation grandson, Abar Faste," Abar said as he trembled.


    d nodded. "You did well."


    "Elder, you''re in luck. The most powerful person in Westeria is currently in Morburn. Once we capture him, you''ll be able to be the highest ruler in the country and the Faste n will reim our former glory," Abar said excitedly.


    d scanned the crowd. "It seems like you''ve hardly done much all these years."


    Abar and the others lowered their heads in shame.


    "That''s alright. Since I''m awake now, the world shall bow before me," d said.