For a clan exiled for ten thousand generations, home was a distant yet burning word.
It was the brightest starlight in dark dreams, the sustenance that kept many Yanhuang Nether Clan members alive, and their beautiful dream and hope.
Drawing close to home was a process.
The feeling of being timid as one neared home was displayed with utter clarity in the hearts of many Yanhuang Nether Clan members.
In the latter half of the journey, they fell completely silent. Everyone gathered at the front of the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb, silently watching that blazing Imperial Star grow ever larger in their vision.
For people like Mushan Hong, whose mouths were the hardest, the summons of the Imperial Star made them lose their composure the most. Among the five Imperial Star Elders, he alone wept uncontrollably.
Every tear was the deepest love he bore for this homeland.
"We're home!"
The simplest three words often burst forth with the most fervent emotion.
The perseverance and inheritance of ten thousand generations, the yearning in the dreams of countless martyrs—all of it finally converged into those three words!
"Home! Home!"
Such cheers gradually rose within the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb until they became a wild roar that shook heaven and earth, rippling through the starry sky. Every cry from the depths of their lungs carried scalding tears.
Li Tianming watched it all.
This Yanhuang Imperial Star had been raised bit by bit by him, from the Yangfan level to what it was today. The sun had once illuminated his childhood. Later, he rose to prominence with the sun as his foundation. All his family, friends, and loved ones were now basically on the sun as well!
It could be said that he and the Imperial Star had forged each other.
Without a peerless