Taking Stock of Their Possessions, Claiming Territory to Establish a Family, and Staying Out of Factional Strife

Floating Cloud Island, the main headquarters of Townsea Palace.

In the Ancestral Hall, Song Yucan was saying something to Song Yiming. Their expressions were grave.

Townsea Palace had suffered heavy losses the last time. Only two people had survived. This time, Townsea Palace had sent in more people, yet fewer than ten had made it out alive. The situation had not improved much.

Song Yucan had sent her avatar into the Profound Spirit Grotto-heaven, but all of her avatars had died there.

"It seems the Profound Spirit Grotto-heaven has undergone some change. It might even have been the work of the Alien Race."

Song Yiming sighed.

"What a pity about that avatar of mine. I hope several more disciples can make it back alive!"

Song Yucan sighed. An avatar was an independent individual with its own thoughts and intelligence. However, what an avatar saw could not be immediately known by the true body. Because of this, Song Yucan had no idea what had happened in the Profound Spirit Grotto-heaven.

"Huh, it seems they're back."

Song Yiming let out a soft cry of surprise and looked toward the hall entrance.

Song Yucan turned her head toward the hall entrance as well, her expression grave.

A red light appeared on the distant horizon and rapidly flew into the Ancestral Hall. It was none other than Wang Changsheng and the others.

"Junior Sister Chen, Junior Brother Li, you're back. What happened? Where are Nephew Zhao and the others?"

Song Yiming asked with a frown. The Native Faction and the Ascension Faction had each sent fifteen people into the Profound Spirit Grotto-heaven. In the end, only three people from the Ascension Faction had come out, while five from the Native Faction had survived.

"An Xuantian Treasure was born in the Profound Spirit Grotto-heaven, and