His body seemed to have reached the peak of sublimation, and his aura resembled a dragon soaring through the skies.
Clad in a white robe, his hands folded behind his back, he exuded a breathtaking presence.
The ten thousand banished immortals seated cross-legged on the ground rose to their feet, their gazes fixed on the original body that had achieved a breakthrough.
"It's not good for you to stay here any longer. Go out and see the world."
At last, Braydon Neal allowed the ten thousand banished immortals to leave.
Beyond the universe, transcendents roamed in every direction.
The banished immortals would undoubtedly grow quickly in such an environment.
"When you reach the tenth level in the future, we'll return together," the primordial chaos banished immortal said with a nod.
"Reaching the tenth level takes time."
Braydon raised his gaze to the sky, hands still behind his back.