Above the Ancestral Spirit Mountain.  

A terrifying Genesis Qi storm wreaked havoc across the land, but delight and surprise filled the eyes of Ai Tuanzi and the others.

After a few breaths, when the storm subsided, the figure in the storm’s center became clear and visible to everyone. 

There wasn’t any strange form this time. 

Zhou Yuan retained his human form, but he was taller, more slender, and his black hair had turned a bright golden color.

His long golden hair flowed down his back, emitting a dazzling, lustrous glow.

The only slightly odd-looking thing was the bunch of stubborn hair sticking out from the top of his head.

Zhou Yuan’s hands had also grown a little larger, and mysterious black light was leaping around his fingertips. With a slight clench of his hand, even the space around his...