Everyone gazed in shock toward the direction of Phoenix Mountain, not expecting a dense blood mist to appear there.
They did not expect it.
Within the blood mist, a human silhouette appeared.
Although it was just a silhouette, its height was exactly identical to Xu Wendong, with no differences.
The atmosphere at the scene.
Suddenly turned tense and oppressive, causing people to hold their breath.
Because they could not believe the scene before their eyes.
After all, Xu Wendong had previously died in the Heavenly Tribulation, his soul scattered, leaving no remains.
"A bunch of ignorant humans, Xu Wendong's soul has been scattered long ago, how could he possibly be resurrected?" Wu Xianzong sneered, refusing to believe Xu Wendong could rise from the dead.
After all, for a cultivator, once the soul dissipates, not even a Saint could bring them back to life.
Woosh!
Suddenly, without warning.
