"Junior brother!"
"Fellow Daoist Xu..."
"Fellow Daoist Xu, where have you been!"
Inside the dilapidated tower beside the Ghost-Deity Dao Field, Jiang Beixuan and the others immediately sensed Xu Yan's arrival and came out to meet him.
The four flew over and found Xu Yan silent, his gaze deep as he looked toward the Ghost-Deity Dao Field.
They followed his gaze.
With his flawless primordial chaos Dao foundation, Wang He, that prodigy of the Primordial Era, strode out from the jade platform crowded with prodigies, his steps as weighty as mountains.
Within the billowing, ink-black mystic qi that shrouded his Daoist robe, Calamity Myriad Phenomena unfolded.
His domineering presence was no weaker than Xu Yan's primordial mystic qi, and it carried an ancient aura like that of the primordial wilderness at the dawn of creation, making hearts tremble.
"A primordial chaos Dao foundation..." Chongwu Chun's gaze lingered on that figure for a moment, and he said in a low voice, "To think he also has a root bone of primordial flawlessness."
The Jade Pool Saintess stood beside him, her moon-white Daoist robe stirring gently in the night wind, her gaze likewise resting on that figure. "Over these five days, at least several hundred reflected images of Primordial Era prodigies have appeared in the Ghost-Deity Dao Field, but I've never seen this man fight. He's been sitting cross-legged on the platform without moving, as though waiting for someone."
As she spoke, the Jade Pool Saintess glanced at Xu Yan out of the corner of her eye. The answer was clear.
Yan Rulong nodded. "Before you arrived, Fellow Daoist Xu, someone already tried challenging him, but he turned a deaf ear and paid them no attention."
Jiang Beixuan stood with his hands behind his back, his white robe unmoving in the wind.