Shi Hao's mouth and nose exuded wisps of white mist, like the ethereal Immortal Qi, accompanied by the serene glow of the morning sun, flowing in and out with his breath.
This was not an illusion, the villagers could see it very clearly with their Dual Pupils: Er Meng, the monkeys, Shi Dazhuang, and others were on the verge of tears with joy. After such a long wait, were they really about to witness a miracle?
Shi Hao's body hadn't rotted, his complexion was rosy, no longer the deathly pale without a trace of blood from over a year ago; now, there was a strong vitality about him.
Especially as light coursed through various parts of his body at times, emitting waves of Divine Power.
For a moment, half of his body would turn gold, then it would switch to pitch black, and after a short while, it would shift to a purple-gold color... continuously transforming.
