"Rumble..."
Deafening thunder rolled with the majestic might of Heaven!
Beneath the purple Thunder, purple beings appeared before everyone like ghosts—some familiar, some unfamiliar, and some once familiar but now strange!
Th-this...!
"Th-this... Kunpeng, Daoist Companion! Minghe, Daoist Companion! And Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, Primordial Qilin!"
Zhen Yuanzi's breathing quickened. His arm trembled as he pointed at one familiar figure after another in the sky!
"Zhurong! Fei Lian! Dijiang! Tianhao, Xihe!..."
Zhen Yuanzi's voice shook as he spoke name after name that had once been familiar to him.
Most were naturally the opponents and friends he had encountered during his most active years, during the War of the Witch and Demon Tribes!
But... the problem was!
"Weren't they all dead long ago?"
And then...
At that moment, Zhen Yuanzi's breath suddenly caught!
He saw that familiar figure!
A smiling, middle-aged man with a full, rounded forehead that bespoke profound blessings, a large crimson gourd at his waist, and red robes that should have looked festive.
Hong Yun!
But this Hong Yun seemed vastly different from the one in his memories.
Although he had the same appearance.
Even the aura of his laws of the Dao of blessings was almost identical.
But...
That expressionless, icy face.
His body and magic treasures were entirely constructed from purple Thunder brimming with the aura of the Heavenly Dao, and his expression was cold and emotionless.
Aside from a murderous chill, his expression seemed to hold regard for nothing but the Heavenly Dao's fairness and impartiality.
All of it told Zhen Yuanzi beyond doubt.
"It seems this isn't Fellow Daoist Hongyun! The Heavenly Dao has merely drawn out the insights he imprinted upon it through his cultivation and used its power to form a simulated likeness of him!"
Zhen Yuanzi sighed regretfully.
Although Ancestor Hong Yun