They were all different.
Then, it changed again!
The blazing sun transformed into a war god, and the bright moon turned into a white rabbit.
Behind Braydon Neal, thousands of people appeared, their figures extremely blurry.
Among them, only one person was clear.
He formed a seal with one hand, radiating immense power.
Had Braydon spent years honing this single figure?
Hand seals?
With Braydon's talent, he had grasped the path platform heavenly mark.
Ten years in the outside world felt like millennia immersed in it.
The challenge of comprehending the path platform heavenly mark likely exceeded everyone's expectations.
"What path do you cultivate?" the Bright Lord asked softly.
He seemed to state the obvious!
Braydon's new path must be accompanied by new techniques.
It also had to harmonize with the various banished immortals.