Black and white Qi flows apart, the majestic Primordial Spirit remains imperishable.
The mysterious figure's face was none other than Zhang Lingzong in his youth. On that day, he wreaked havoc on Tusk Mountain, the Divine Demon Holy Embryo appeared ferocious, channeling the lifeblood, essence, and Primordial Spirit of the deceased into an imprint, finally forming such a monster in this unique place of Tusk Mountain.
It was like a miniature version of Zhang Lingzong from back then, nurtured over time, born of heaven and earth, harboring the mysteries of the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, displaying the domineering nature of the Great Spirit Sect King.
As the mysterious figure gradually dissipated, everything returned to silence...
The wind rises again, dust settles.
Zhang Fan's face was emotionless, but the black and white Qi at his forehead hadn't completely dissipated. Though faint, resembling a spark, it undeniably existed, concentrated and unyielding.
"Zhang Fan... you..."
