"Splash..."
When many had despaired, believing that Zhang Xiaoshan was burned to death by the scorching heat.
A surge of waves soared into the sky.
The next moment, as the countless waves dispersed, a figure appeared before everyone.
He stood tall, with long hair like a waterfall, sword-like brows and star-like eyes, exuding an extraordinary aura.
His lips were like a touch of vermilion, his face as flawless as white jade.
The most mysterious thing was the ancient and intricate mark at the center of his forehead.
As he appeared, the air in this world was filled with the spirit charm of spring returning to the earth, the revival of all things.
All around, the vegetation began to grow continuously.
Even the fish and shrimp that were scalded by the boiling sea were gradually healed at this moment.
Although it was not yet the flowering season, countless plants on the East Sea coast began to bloom, and the layered forests were filled with colors.
