The passage of time, the year's end grows colder.
In the Central Origin Realm, time flies by, and the cultivators are actively restoring their homes.
Deep underground within the Buddha Country.
Figures emerged one after another from beneath the soil, exchanging glances. There were a total of 250 people. If anyone were present, their jaw would surely drop in shock. For no other reason than that the 250 figures all looked identical, resembling none other than Li Xiaobai, the legendary War Immortal God.
"The main body is dead. What do you say?"
Paratrooper One, Li Xiaobai, casually asked with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
"He should have died long ago. But to think he managed to take down an Immortal God with his life—let him have his statue built," Li Xiaohei replied flatly.