On the Weapon Calamity Ancient Star.
A purple-black radiance flowed forth.
Within that radiance, a figure emerged. Everyone on the Weapon Calamity Ancient Star looked over, staring without blinking.
A young man stepped out.
He was completely naked, his physique lean and muscular, his black hair reaching his waist. His face was incomparably handsome, and his eyes were an unusual blood-red, lending him an extraordinarily sinister allure.
But what surprised the Weapon Calamity Clan was that the young man's aura was not powerful, nor could they discern any cultivation.
Could he be merely an ordinary Resentful Spirit?
Everyone exchanged glances, their expressions turning somewhat ugly.
They had poured their hearts and souls into this, and he had absorbed all the resentful qi from the twelve places where it gathered on the Weapon Calamity Ancient Star.
Yet now, all they had hatched was an ordinary Resentful Spirit that appeared to possess little strength. How could they feel good about that?
"This is impossible."
"How could absorbing so much resentful qi only hatch a Resentful Spirit with barely any strength? Something must have gone wrong."
Bingzai Huo refused to believe it.
"Oh, this demon senses such abundant malice from you." Just then, the black-haired young man smiled faintly.
His voice was both deep and magnetic.
Like a demon's whisper.
It actually sent a faint ripple through everyone's minds.
Something was wrong.
Their pupils contracted slightly as they sensed something amiss.
The black-robed young man ignored them. As he raised his hand, the endless resentful qi around him surged. The remaining resentful qi of the Burial Soul Sea gathered toward him, gradually forming a black robe around his body.
He casually manipulated resentful qi, condensing it into clothing.
That display stunned everyone present.
"He really is extraordinary."
"He isn't as simple as he