The Thousand Calabash World, the Bell Peak Mountains, the Gale Mystic Realm.
A streak of Cyan Escape Light appeared on the distant horizon and quickly flew toward the depths of the Bell Peak Mountains.
"Who goes there? This is an important area of the Wang Family. Idlers, stop!"
A deep, vigorous male voice suddenly rang out. As soon as it faded, Wang Huayang led a group of cultivators out from the depths of the mountains.
The Cyan Escape Light abruptly slowed, revealing a gleaming Azure Lotus Throne, with Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan standing atop it.
"I didn't know our ancestor was coming. Your grandson failed to welcome you from afar."
Wang Huayang hurriedly bowed in salute, his expression respectful.
"Spare me the formalities. Well? Have you heard anything about Qingshan?"
Wang Changsheng asked about Wang Qingshan.
"Not yet. Ancestor Qingqing is still leading people in the search. We've never given up."
Wang Huayang answered truthfully. They had been searching for several decades, but unfortunately, they still had no news of Wang Qingshan.
"Go about your business!"
Wang Changsheng nodded. He formed a Hand Seal, and the Azure Lotus Throne transformed into a streak of green light that flew into the depths of the mountains.
Within the Gale Mystic Realm lay a vast, boundless Yellow Sand desert. Gale winds raged, connecting heaven and earth, while smoke and dust filled the sky.
Wang Qingqing stood in midair, holding a pale-green Formation Plate. Several points of light gleamed across its surface.
A group of cultivators stood atop a White Cloud over a hundred zhang wide, their expressions respectful.
More than half of the cultivators she had sent inside had already died. Not one had managed to come back alive, much less send out any news.
"Qingqing, you've worked hard."
A gentle male