Blazing as fire, flourishing with vitality.
The powerful aura virtually caused everyone present to feel suffocated and hallucinate.
It was as if amidst boundless blazing fire, a treasured Wutong tree towered into the heavens, the clear cry of a phoenix resounding from its branch.
Then, that treasured Wutong tree seemed about to descend from the heavens, landing on the peak of Vast Spirit Mountain.
While no words were spoken, everyone present knew the identity of the one who had come.
A longtime Elder of Phoenix Ritual Mountain’s Wutong Slope and a late Immortal Bridge Martial Saint, ‘Treasured Branch Suppressing Peak’ Zhang Shuren.
The martial practitioners of the south all felt like jumping for joy.
While they had already known that Zhang Shuren was rushing over from the conversation between Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Zhen from earlier, seeing it was believing it, really.