The wind gently blows, sweeping across thousands of miles, the bright moon remains, where to begin.
Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit seems as it did before, yet like a rebirth; not the me of yesterday, nor the me of today.
As if beyond black and white, just like between divine demons.
With one step he takes, the Northern Zhang disciple turns to ashes in an instant, body and soul perish, unparalleled in dominance, terrifyingly overpowering.
"Zhang Fan…"
The clouds above the dark night sky slowly disperse, bright moonlight falls upon Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit.
Xia Weisheng, Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang, Fang Changle all stare at Zhang Fan, showing expressions beyond words.
They can clearly sense Zhang Fan's realm has not elevated at all, yet that Primordial Spirit, seemingly underwent a Heaven-Human transformation, appears before everyone with an incomprehensible presence, overwhelming divine power at every action.
