"Senior Brother?! You-how are you here?"
Bloodlight and sword light crossed, illuminating the figure in the darkness.
The familiar handsome face, the slightly pale skin-he no longer wore all black, but a blue-gray monk's robe. His long hair had been cut off, replaced by a close crop that made him look quite sharp.
Perhaps the only thing unchanged was the same cold sternness between his brows.
Yet now he could not conceal his astonishment, joy and bewilderment intertwined with a disbelief that made it all seem like a dream.
The newcomer was none other than Shen Fu, who, after the Little Cang Realm had survived the great calamity of the World Eater's invasion all those years ago, had swallowed Han Yanzi's entire cultivation and ascended by a stroke of fortune.
At that moment, Wang Ba was equally astonished, feeling as though he were dreaming.
He was astonished that Shen Fu had clearly ascended from the Little Cang Realm and should, by rights, have reached the Cloud-Heaven Realm, yet had somehow appeared here.
He was also astonished by the presence emanating from Shen Fu. Despite wearing a monk's robe, he exuded formidable demonic might and surging Sha Qi, and his cultivation realm actually seemed not much lower than Wang Ba's.
Hearing his startled question, Wang Ba was about to speak when he instinctively recalled the six pools he had just seen in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, along with those cultivators from beyond the boundary whose dispositions had changed drastically. His expression shifted slightly as he swiftly looked Shen Fu over and lowered his voice.
"Junior Brother, you-you haven't also..."
Shen Fu's gaze fell upon the scabbard in Wang Ba's hand. Surprise and uncertainty appeared in his eyes, then he seemed to understand something all at once, and his expression changed