"Taixu Celestial Venerable?!"
When the stream of light settled, revealing his form, all the observers couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
And the Immortal Soldiers and Immortal Generals of the Daoist Celestial Court, even more so.
The person supporting the Bodhi Ancestor, dressed in a Purple Gold Daoist Robe, with a slender figure and unparalleled elegance—if not their Celestial Venerable, who else could it be?
In an instant, the entire Celestial Court was filled with a deafening roar.
Everyone was shouting the name of the Celestial Venerable.
Yang Jian, Sun Wukong, Shen Gongbao, and others all wore relieved smiles.
Perhaps they hadn't realized, but at some point, no matter who the enemy was, as long as the Celestial Venerable appeared, they would inexplicably feel at ease and reassured.
"Senior, are you alright?"
Lin Heng, who had returned just in time, helped the Bodhi Ancestor stand firm and asked.
