"Hum!"
The instant that sound faded, the void between heaven and earth trembled faintly.
The next moment, a figure in blue manifested, as though he had stepped out of the river of space-time and boundless nothingness.
He was not tall, and his frame was even somewhat slender. He looked like a youth.
His face was exquisitely handsome, almost unnaturally so.
Dressed in blue, with blood-red hair flowing and a peculiar floral fragrance about him, he seemed to exude no imposing aura at all.
Yet the Half-Step Mighty Ones who saw this Dao Body could no longer hold themselves together. They collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with terror.
"It really is you!"
The Half-Step Mighty Ones trembled in disbelief.
Three hundred years ago, Demon Flower Bloom's fearsome name had cowed the Eastern Wasteland.
Far too many Half-Step Mighty Ones had died at his hands.
The great Holy Lands had even brought out their hidden reserves, yet they still could do nothing to him.
In the end, for reasons unknown, the Tianxuan Saintess of that time, now the Tianxuan Holy Lord, had gone out alone.
Only after she met with him did the Demon Calamity vanish without a trace, bringing that disaster to an end.
No one knew the secrets behind it.
Later, word spread that Demon Flower Bloom had been sealed away by the Tianxuan Holy Lord.
Three hundred years had passed since then, and no one had heard the slightest news of Demon Flower Bloom.
But today, Demon Flower Bloom had appeared in the world once more.
This would likely bring another demonic calamity.
"That's Demon Flower Bloom?"
"Blood-red hair... it really is him!"
"Hiss... he's actually this young?"
"He doesn't look like an old monster at all!"
Countless gazes shifted through the crowd as murmurs rose from