When they came back to their senses, their jaws dropped in unison.
The blood mist before them had begun to swirl like a vortex.
Then, as if drawn into a single point, it was devoured completely, vanishing at an incredible speed!
In an instant, the area for several miles around became crystal clear.
The disciples couldn't help but look forward.
In the next moment, their bodies jolted. They rubbed their eyes, their gazes filled with utter disbelief.
There, amidst the ruins ahead...
...a man in a gray cloth robe sat cross-legged. His long hair was spread out on the ground, and he was as still as a clay statue.
A tidal wave of spiritual fluctuations emanated from his body.
"Th-This appearance... why does he look a bit like the Martial Ancestor, Wu Chen?!"
A disciple swallowed hard.
For years, the tales of the Martial Ancestor, Wu Chen, had been widely spread throughout the Jianghu.
His portraits and statues could even be found everywhere.
