Jun Xiaoyao stood in the void, his snow-white robes fluttering in the wind.
Divine patterns surged around his body, with rays of light extending for thousands of feet, truly resembling the son of an immortal emperor or descendant of a deity, emanating an aura of divinity, transcendence, and supremacy.
"Is... is that... Jun... Jun Xiaoyao?" A Dragon-human prodigy stammered in shock, eyes bulging with extreme astonishment.
Not just him, but the other Dragon-human prodigies also looked as if they had seen a ghost, their faces filled with utter disbelief.
Indeed, it was exactly like seeing a ghost.
Because wasn't Jun Xiaoyao supposed to have perished in the Bronze Immortal Palace?
How could he now appear alive before them?
"Am I seeing things?" Some Dragon-human prodigies rubbed their eyes desperately, but Jun Xiaoyao's figure remained standing in the sky.
"What's this, so surprised to see this Divine Son?" Jun Xiaoyao said with a smile, appearing calm and gentle.