Ye Xiaofan raised his head to gaze at the phantom of the Holy Shadow, at the same time, the Holy Shadow, sitting cross-legged above the heavens and overlooking the mortal world, slowly lowered its head to look at Ye Xiaofan atop South Peak.
The gaze, impressively identical to the young man on South Peak, as if the two were originally one.
At this moment, Ye Xiaofan also sensed the existence of the Holy Shadow phantom, a feeling as though it was himself sitting cross-legged at the peak of the heavens.
And the moment the Holy Shadow phantom appeared, a world-shaking holy aura rippled throughout the Hundred Broken Mountain Range, evoking an impulse to worship.
"Sacred Race body, that is the Sacred Body, it's Ye Xiaofan's Sacred Body!"
"The ancestor of the Sacred Race, he truly became the Sacred Race, creating his own Sacred Body."
