As the dazzling soul fusion light in midair gradually faded, the enormous projection of the Death Realm vanished completely from the solemn Hall of Douluo cemetery like receding seawater.
Qian Cangming, whose perfect flesh-and-blood body had just been reconstructed, landed steadily on the ground.
"Uh..."
Qian Cangming raised his broad hand and vigorously rubbed his head, which still felt groggy, as though it had been filled with lead.
His brows were tightly furrowed, his consciousness still lingering at the moment when his lifespan had run out and he closed his eyes to await death.
Yet when he slowly opened his eyes and his vision gradually cleared, the sight before him left him rooted to the spot in utter stupefaction.
A huge crowd of people stood directly in front of him!
Though Qian Cangming's mind was still somewhat muddled, his instinctive perception as a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo remained sharp.
He could clearly sense from this group an aura of the Six-Winged Angel bloodline that shared the same origin as his own!
Moreover, the way they looked at him was filled with fervor and excitement. They clearly all shared blood ties with him.
"Th-this... what is going on?"
Qian Cangming took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across their faces one by one as if it were tangible.
Before long, his gaze settled on a face that felt exceedingly familiar.
"Who are all of you?!"
Qian Cangming's face was full of wariness and bewilderment. He then pointed at Qian Wentian in the crowd and shouted, "Wentian? Wentian, you brat, get over here! What exactly is going on?"
Hearing his father's summons, Qian Wentian immediately squeezed out of the crowd and hurried excitedly toward Qian Cangming.
"Father! You're finally awake, Father!" Qian Wentian shouted excitedly, waving his arms around. "You're alive, Father!