The Yin-Yang Daoist wore a black and white Wind-Fire Tao robe, while the Five Elements Daoist donned a colorful rainbow crane cloak.
Both possessed faces like polished jade, clear and handsome, with faint Daoist aura surrounding them.
They seemed detached from the mundane world, embodying a transcendent taste that neither the Three Realms could contain nor the Five Elements encompass.
The two stood behind Wu Tie, smiling gently.
In front of Wu Tie stood Wu Jin, Wu Yin, and Wu Tong—his three elder brothers—who had been reborn through the divine blood of the Wu clan’s ancient ancestor at the divine realm.
Their blood had been refined and strengthened to the point of complete transformation—a near-total rebirth.
Like Wu Tie now, these three elder brothers stood over ten feet tall, their physiques robust yet proportionate, tall and strong without appearing grotesque.
Even Wu Jin was strong, tall, burly, and handsome, towering like a heavenly deity—no longer the savage, muscle-bound ancient beast that the Wu clan once were in their ancestral land.
“Big brother, second brother, third brother...” Wu Tie stared blankly at them, then suddenly laughed heartily, spreading his arms wide to embrace them.
After enduring countless calamities, his brothers were still here.
That was a very good thing.