The golden thunder of his triumphant declaration gradually rolled across the distant horizons, scattering the heavy cloud banks and leaving behind a hollow, ringing silence.
Bathed in the radiant warmth of the natural sun, Chen Feng stood upon the precipice of the high cliff, his newly forged Saint physique thrumming with raw, intoxicating power.
For eight long, agonizing years, he had been severed from everything he held dear.
He had missed the sunlight, seasonal harvests, grand clan assemblies, and the quiet warmth of his family's embrace.
So at this moment, he first decided to immediately go to Glorious Heaven City, wanting to check on his parents.
His heart swelled with intense, impatient longing.
In his memory, the Glorious Heaven City was an empire unto itself, an unshakeable bastion of wealth, culture, and might nestled in the heart of the fertile plains.
