Da Li, Hai Continent.
"Boom..."
The massive Floating Island on the sky slowly descended from the heavens and stopped over a sea area.
The many high-ranking members of the sects, especially the elderly sect members in the middle and late stages of Foundation Establishment, excitedly looked at the familiar sea area, tears streaming down their faces:
"We're back... We've returned again!"
For people like them, being driven out of Da Li like stray dogs was an unforgettable trauma.
Having spent so many years in Dayu, they had only recently managed to gain a foothold when the Golden Core Ancestor, pillar of the sect, died. Now, being able to return to their homeland is already the best outcome.
"Hah!"
Zhang Yao took a deep breath and slowly withdrew his palm.
After adjusting his breath for a moment, he erased the mark he left in the Array Core.
