Three months later, he returned to the Wasteland once more. Everything felt like yesterday, yet also as though a long time had passed. So many things had become unfamiliar.
Huo Tianzheng and Situ Feng had both become Martial Kings, while Situ Ying, Li Chuyang, and Zhang Xianlong had broken through to the Martial Venerable Realm.
Li Fengyi, Ning Xuan, Su Xuerong, and Hu Qing had also become Divine Martial Grandmasters.
Of course, they looked rather miserable. Everyone was stained with blood. Though their faces were full of joy, their auras were weak. Situ Ying, Li Chuyang, and Zhang Xianlong in particular—their newly forged golden bodies were mangled flesh and blood, almost reduced to skeletons.
Wei Fan waved his hand, and a swath of Sacred Light scattered down. Boundless essence energy surged in from all directions, and in an instant, the auras of several people recovered at a visible rate.
Situ Ying, Li Chuyang, and Zhang Xianlong were in an even more astonishing state. Flesh rapidly grew over their bodies, and within only a few breaths, the three of them had completely recovered.
As a Saint Realm expert, he had already become Transcendent to Saint. Bringing the dead back to life and regrowing flesh on bare bones was no more than a thought to him.
"Brother Wei, you... you've already become Transcendent to Saint?"
Zhi Hua and Gu Ziqin descended, their hearts churning like storm-tossed seas.
Wei Fan nodded and cupped his hands. "Thank you for helping look after my friends."
Had Gu Ziqin and Zhi Hua not held on for some time, he might not have made it back in time. Zhi Hua was one thing—they were true friends—but he had not shared much friendship with Gu Ziqin.
Neither of them spoke. Wei Fan's ascension to sainthood had left them