"Almost a hundred years have passed, and we are fated to witness the Three Corpses Calamity again!"
Even the Pure Yang Wuji can't escape the distant fate.
...
Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Thunder ravages, black clouds loom overhead.
As everyone's eyes were fixated on the dilapidated entrance of the Daoist Temple, suddenly, a Primordial Spirit Emergence rushed out.
"Zhang Fan!?"
"Has he lost his mind? To attempt a Primordial Spirit Emergence at this moment? Under the Thunder Essence Dharma Assembly, his form and spirit will surely be annihilated." Xia Weisheng's delicate brows knitted in concern.
"Hmm!?"
"There's another Primordial Spirit!"
Just then, everyone noticed another Primordial Spirit behind Zhang Fan, ethereal and mystical, of the same origin.
"You aim for Divine Fusion!
Li Changgeng's gaze suddenly darkened, thoughts racing as torrents of thunder surged forth, covering Zhang Fan and Evil Gods.
Rumble...
