Eight days passed in the blink of an eye.
Meng Yiyu and Wen Qingye finally returned to the Celestial Profound Mountain Domain. Everything was as it had been—endless, crisscrossing mountain ranges stretching for thousands of miles, all hazy and indistinct like a sea of clouds.
Occasionally, Registered Disciples of the Celestial Profound Sect would fly past, but they would only sense something fleetingly drift overhead before the feeling vanished completely.
Meng Yiyu and Wen Qingye slowly descended onto Celestial Profound Peak, next to the Celestial Profound Hall.
At this moment, disciples were few and far between. They didn't recognize Meng Yiyu, but how could they fail to recognize Wen Qingye?
"Heavens, is that Senior Brother Wen?"
"Wen Qingye! It's really Senior Brother Wen Qingye! Wasn't he trapped in the Purple Nether Swamp and presumed dead?"
"Senior Brother Wen is back alive! This is wonderful! Senior Brother Wen actually made it back alive!"
