After the black Qi completely dissipated, what appeared in front of everyone was a ball of white light. Its size was much smaller than before, and it just floated quietly in the air.
It gave them a completely different feeling from the cold and vengeful feeling they had before. On the contrary, it was filled with an inexplicable sense of holiness.
Faced with everyone's confusion, Ye Xuan coughed a few times and said, "I used a special method to restore it to its original shape."
This statement was not quite certain either. The Penglai Immortal Beast had been dead for hundreds of years, so who knew what it looked like? Moreover, Ye Xuan had never seen the Penglai Immortal Beast before. The white light was the remaining power of the soul.
No one had any doubts. Instead, they admired him. There seemed to be nothing in this world that Ye Xuan couldn't do.
"Have you ever heard of the Penglai Immortal Beast?"
