Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
In a secret chamber, Wang Mengbin sat cross-legged on a silver meditation mat, his eyes slightly narrowed as countless Silver Electric Arcs wrapped around his body.
After a while, a Sound Transmission Talisman flew inside.
The Silver Rosy Cloud around Wang Mengbin's body faded, and he opened his eyes, a sharp glint shooting from them.
He seized the Sound Transmission Talisman and crushed it. Bai Yuqi's voice rang out: "Husband, the Ye Family's Ice Lion has arrived. It's been here for some time, and today we'll be setting off for the Profound Spirit Continent."
"We can finally go back. I wonder how things are in the clan."
Wang Mengbin muttered to himself.
He wanted to know whether Wang Yidao had entered the Fusion Stage.
Wang Mengbin rose and walked out into the courtyard, where Wang Yingjie and the other three were drinking tea and chatting.
"What are you talking about?"
Wang Mengbin asked casually.
"We're talking about Nine Swords True Lord. Several hundred years ago, someone discovered an Ancient Cultivator Abode that was suspected to be Nine Swords True Lord's Seated Immortal Cave. Who would have thought it was a trap set by a Body Integration Heretical Cultivator to lure low-level cultivators to their deaths?"
"In the end, it was only after Matriarch Golden Butterfly took action that this Body Integration Realm Heretical Cultivator was killed."
Wang Yingjie spoke slowly.
"Let's go! It's time to head back. We gained quite a lot from this trip."
Wang Mengbin waved his hand, and the five of them left the small courtyard.
When they reached the shore of Glazed Island, they saw the Ice Lion. A large number of cultivators were lining up to board, and quite a few cultivators from the Qian Yuan