He exuded a warm yet powerful aura, an aura that shared the same origin as the surrounding aquatic cultivators, yet was purer and more ancient, like the source of a thousand-year-old deep current silently surging in the water.

There were faint blue light patterns flowing beneath his skin. Although they disappeared quickly, the brief appearance of those patterns was enough for everyone to see clearly.

That was the primordial power left behind in the Sea Soul Pearl by the ancestors of the aquatic race, and it was merging with his body.

If he doesn’t deliberately reveal that he is human at this moment, no one will be able to tell that he is any different from the aquatic race.

He stood there, like a born aquatic cultivator, even more pure and closer to the origin than most aquatic cultivators.

The white-haired old man was the first to stand up. He walked up to Chen Ping, circled him, and his cloudy eyes were full of surprise and disbelief.

He reached out, hesitated for a moment, and gently touched the slowly dissipating blue halo on Chen Ping’s arm.