The old man bore a striking resemblance to one of the stone statues. It seemed he was the fragmented Primordial Spirit of that very person.
Wen Qingye saw the phantom and smiled. "My Dragon Pearl just needs a little more Primordial Spirit Power to restore its origin. The five of you should be just about enough."
"You bastard!"
In that instant, four more phantoms materialized. They were identical in appearance to the stone statues, and they all glared furiously at Wen Qingye, their eyes filled with a vicious light.
"It doesn't matter what realm you reached in life. Right now, you are all destined to be nothing more than illusions."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qingye took a step forward. A vast ocean manifested behind him, its aura immense and turbulent. A golden light shone from his hand, unleashing a boundless, rolling power that bore down on the spirits.
"Just who in the world are you?"
An old man in green robes cried out in alarm.
