At the pinnacle of the ancient phoenix tree that supported the heavens and the earth, Wu Tong watched the powerful beings emerging from the space channel, his expression slightly tense.
He had never seen so many powerful beings in his life. Excluding the three Ancestral Realm figures at the forefront, there were no fewer than twenty people whose cultivation was stronger than his.
In terms of actual combat prowess, there were likely even more who surpassed him.
His main body had been eroded by Evil Qi for years, with parts already decayed, causing a regression in his cultivation, far removed from his peak years ago.
"An Otherkind nurtured by Ancestor Blood, indeed remarkable."
Heavenly Punishment glanced around, making an assessment: "This wutong tree, if used correctly, could forge a top-tier Mythical Strange Soldier, and in the hands of an Ancestral Realm, there's potential for it to ascend to Ancestor Artifact status."