Fu Young wrapped an arm around Xiao Shou while the osmanthus tree's branches curled around and lifted up Tushan Shanhe, Yao Heng, Yao Ming, Gou Guangming and Gou Guangyan in the distance, the Water Qilin, and the Dark Night Spirit Sword that had fallen some distance away from Xiao Shou. When it came to Venerable Jian Li, Fu Young hesitated briefly before lifting him as well.
Then, they all flew into the damaged Heaven Origin Realm, which was enclosed and protected by the osmanthus tree's roots.
For Fu Young, any place where the osmanthus tree grew was less than a step away. He could reach it in the blink of an eye, even while carrying other people. Thus, everyone felt as though only an instant had passed before their feet touched solid ground, and they landed on familiar yet terribly devastated terrain.
Above their heads was the unmistakable barrier of their own mountain protecting formation.
As they came to their senses, familiar voices reached their ears.
