「North, the Sea of Clouds.」
As a streak of flying light descended, Xiang Ye, Hong Ju, and Lü Yang landed one by one on Holy Fire Cliff. Lü Yang took a moment to observe the Saint Sect's scenery, which he hadn't seen in a long time.
Just as he expected, the view before him was one of vibrant life and flourishing growth.
He even saw an old acquaintance.
'Perfected Yin Shan...'
Perfected Yin Shan was completely unaware of his gaze.
At this, Lü Yang couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. A Foundation-Stage Cultivator, once an unreachably lofty figure, now seemed rather ordinary in his eyes.
'And... the Primal Daoist!'
Lü Yang hadn't forgotten the scene he had witnessed through [Puppet]. Primal Daoist Mu Changsheng was still locked up in the Simulation Realm.
