Time slowly passed. After that group of powerhouses departed, no one had emerged from the Line Source Skyway for a long time.
Yet Li Tianming's gaze upon the platform remained profound. He was still waiting.
Seeing how calm and composed Li Tianming was, Li Muyun asked in confusion, "The last batch of the Divine Treasury Clan should all have come out, right? Could there still be people who haven't?"
"There are," Li Tianming said with certainty.
He looked toward the platform, which had shown no movement for a long while, his gaze tranquil.
Li Muyun was greatly surprised, but she nodded and chose to trust him.
After some more time passed, a change finally came.
"Cough, cough..."
A voice weathered by vicissitudes drifted from the extinguished Line Source Skyway.
"Someone's coming?"
Li Muyun's eyes narrowed as she fixed her gaze upon the platform.
At that moment, they could see a slender woman with exquisite features appear.
She was carefully supporting an old man as she walked forward. She moved slowly, yet steadily.
This woman was Ji Yu!
Her face was drenched in tears. Before the tracks upon her cheeks had dried, new ones had already been added. She was overwhelmed with grief.
Perhaps she ached for the old man's injuries, or perhaps she had witnessed the brutal carnage of the frontline battlefield.
Scene after scene had been branded into her mind, impossible to forget...
The old man Ji Yu supported was hunched over. One could sense that his aura was powerful, yet so chaotic it was beyond recognition.
His entire body was covered in wounds, his flesh shattered and battered, nearly falling apart!
It seemed that on the great battlefield, he too had fought at the front lines. Perhaps he had once held the pass alone, bearing endless pressure upon