Amidst the blazing flames, a figure as ethereal as the wind, difficult to take form, slowly became more solid under the terrifying and powerful aura of the Taiyin Emperor.
The shape that materialized was none other than Baili An.
This intangible spectral form, drifting in the firelight, appeared gloomy, as fragile as glass.
One might feel that if the fire were any fiercer, the swirling gale could easily scatter his soul.
In just a few days, from heaven to earth.
Capable of gathering his shattered spirit, scattered like countless grains of sand across the universe, into its current form and successfully reshaping the Divine Sense.
In the Six Realms, only the Netherworld Lord, who rules over billions of yin spirits, possesses such heaven-reaching abilities.
Baili An looked at the handsome man standing before him with a broad yet soft aura, nodding slightly, exuding both severity and kindness.
