"Who are you?"
The one-armed old man was stunned at the sight of Jiang Ming, so much so that he forgot even the joy of regaining his arm.
"I am the man behind the Borderland Mystic King. You may call me the Demon King."
Jiang Ming spoke calmly.
Everyone around him found it unbelievable, utterly unbelievable. What had they just heard? Jiang Ming's answer had stunned them all.
Jiang Ming said nothing more. Forming a hand seal, he enveloped some of the corpses floating outside in a pure white lotus flame and swiftly purified them, soon cleansing away the dark, ominous substance within.
Then the corpses were drawn into the city and transformed into countless showers of light, which began to cleanse everyone there. Spring had come for the fewer than three thousand remaining veterans of the Border Wasteland. Every one of them advanced by at least one major realm, and some broke through two major realms at once.
Severed arms and legs grew back. In short, every illness, pain, and hidden ailment was healed, and the dark, ominous power that had invaded their bodies was purified as well. Everyone felt lighter than ever before, as though they had undergone nirvana and been reborn.
Even Shi Hao, Huo Ling'er, and the Gu Race girl felt the benefits, let alone the children here. Every child had been given a foundation that would grant them the makings of a Supreme in the future, with potential no worse than a First Generation possessing a Supreme Bone. A few exceptionally gifted ones might go even farther and become True Immortals.
What was there to do next?
Naturally, whatever he pleased.
Jiang Ming's main body was still pouring out his heart to the female Immortal King, sharing contact at a negative distance. Neither wanted to