At this moment, on the battlefield of the Changchun Sect.
The scene was a complete mess as far as the eye could see.
The bodies of the demon cultivators littered the ground, trees had fallen, and rocks had collapsed...
All three hundred cultivators of the Changchun Sect perished in battle.
Even True Man Changchun fell here.
The once ten-thousand-meter-high Changchun Mountain was now broken and severed.
Within a hundred miles, all living things were plunged into misery and suffering...
True Man Wenshu's flesh was utterly destroyed, but a golden light emerged from within his body.
The light transformed into a young form of True Man Wenshu, this was his Nascent Soul.
"Am I dead?"
"Why am I the one who died..."
True Man Wenshu's Nascent Soul trembled violently; he escaped catastrophe by relying on the second life of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
But... with his flesh destroyed, the loss to his path of cultivation was irreparable.
