Where Chen Fan had been disintegrated in midair, a tiny ripple, almost impossible to see with the naked eye, suddenly widened at a frantic pace, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy in every direction.
The void around the ripple began to warp as well. It was like a pool of still water suddenly stirred by someone, sending violent waves across its surface. Meanwhile, the ripple grew larger and larger.
"What is this..."
"Chen Fan?" Everyone looked up, finding the ripple strangely familiar. Then they realized what it was, and cried out in astonishment.
Everyone recalled Chen Fan's bizarre movement technique. Each time a ripple spread, it made his whereabouts impossible to detect.
"How is this possible... How can it be him?" Many people cried out in disbelief.
Even all the young prodigies atop the Giant Mountain Altar, including Qin Xian'er, who was radiating murderous intent in the air, were stunned.
"No. This is absolutely impossible." Liu Xun was the most agitated. He knew the power of his sword strike—the kind even Xiao Munan hadn't dared to take head-on. Yet Chen Fan had endured it without resisting and been disintegrated before countless witnesses. There was no way he could still be alive in the secret realm.
"This ripple and this aura... they're unmistakably familiar." Shen Wushuang, Gao Yueyue, and the others were moved, their beautiful eyes fixed on the ripple.
Xiao Munan also looked grave as he silently gazed upward.
Atop the mountain, Mu Yunshui and the others abruptly stopped and turned around, staring at the turbulent void.
Boom!
A muffled sound came from the void, and a blurred figure appeared within the ripple. As the warped space slowly stabilized, the figure gradually grew clearer.
"Could it be him?" Chen Jingjing and Zhang Rumeng clasped their little hands together. They could hardly