The Evil Spirit Clan looked little different from the humans of the Great Thousand World.
The only difference was the sinister eye in each of their palms, slowly opening.
Yet Mu Chen now had a blue face and protruding fangs, though the enormous Pagoda Tower still proved his bloodline.
Futu Yun could recognize Mu Chen through his nine divine veins, and Qing Yanjing could naturally sense his identity too.
She could hardly believe the sight before her. "Chen'er, you?"
She knew perfectly well that Mu Chen was no member of the Evil Spirit Clan.
The Evil Spirit Clan was a new race born from unions between the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan and the beings of the Great Thousand World.
This new race possessed the strengths of both sides. They could cultivate both the evil energy of the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan and the spiritual energy of the Great Thousand World.
But Mu Chen was her and Mu Feng's son.
Mu Feng might not have been a supreme expert, but could Qing Yanjing possibly have been mistaken about what he was?
Besides, Mu Chen had spent so long in the Tai Ling Ancient Clan. There was no way they would have failed to notice anything abnormal.
At Qing Yanjing's words, Grand Ancestor Taiming, who had been about to tease Futu Yun on the strength of his seniority, shut his mouth too.
After all, Mu Chen had once been a follower of one of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan's saintess candidates.
He had also made a name for himself early on as a rising talent in the Tai Ling Ancient Clan.
Now he had indeed come into his own, his strength even surpassing Futu Yun's.
But who could have imagined that he would draw on the power of the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan? It was