Outside the eastern gate of Jiuyao City lay a wide expanse, from which the undulating Jiuyao Mountain Range could be seen clearly in the distance. With the arrival of the Month of Revival, hints of green had also appeared upon the mountains.
In the open area between the mountain range and the city gate stood an enormous formation, its surface etched with ancient and mysterious patterns as spiritual energy gathered from every direction.
Spatial fluctuations occasionally appeared atop the formation platform, followed by figures emerging from the Space Channel. Some looked perfectly normal, while others were utterly dazed.
Those unaccustomed to ultra-long-distance teleportation turned pale, staggering to a secluded area before bending over to vomit.
When Wen Tianji built the central Teleportation Array, he had hardly considered comfort. As long as it worked and was safe enough, those two points were sufficient.
Luo Chuan still remembered the scene from when Wen Tianji had constructed the formation.
Thinking of how much time had already passed, he could not help but sigh with emotion.
Anviya, Elina, and the others found Luo Chuan's change in expression somewhat baffling. From their perspective, what was there to feel sentimental about? It had not been that long.
Perhaps this was simply a different perception of time. Across both his lives, Luo Chuan was only in his twenties. A thousand years was truly too long for him; it was the sort of story found in history books.
Oh, right. When he had time, he could ask Anviya how old dragons had to be before holding their coming-of-age ceremonies. Perhaps he might even get a chance to freeload food and drink at the homes of that bunch of mystical, muttering dragons.
"Hey, don't you think that guy is the Boss?"
"You're joking. Why would the Boss leave the