Return Organs and Bones, Saint Hand Enters Scarlet Clouds

Within Scarlet Clouds, Luo Chen walked alone.

Around him, Luo Tian Association cultivators came and went in an endless stream.

Each wore one of two starkly different emotions.

Some cheered loudly, celebrating their victory in the great battle and the slaughter of powerful enemies as they bragged to their friends. Some were even calculating how much merit they would likely receive, and whether, after reaching Qi Refining Completion, they could exchange it for the corresponding Foundation Establishment resources. They were full of youthful vigor, harboring boundless hopes for a beautiful future.

The others were gloomy and dispirited, their expressions dark. They wandered about as if their souls had left their bodies, and more than a few suddenly broke into sobs.

They were the ones who had lost their closest kin and friends, unable to accept reality.

The Luo Tian Association had been established for thirty years, and it had put down roots in Skybillow more than a decade ago.

Such a span meant little to True Cultivators and Immortals.

But to Qi Refinement Cultivators, whose lifespans were brief, it already amounted to one-tenth or one-twelfth of their lives.

Making friends and taking spouses, passing down crafts, having children...

A war that had erupted in their own home had shattered their orderly lives. No one knew how many friends and relatives had fallen in it.

Grief and bewilderment lingered without end.

The stark contrast between those two atmospheres made it truly difficult to adapt.

Thus, whenever passing cultivators respectfully greeted him, Luo Chen could only maintain a silent expression and nod in response.

Beneath his calm demeanor, no one could guess what he was thinking at that moment.

Only when they saw his figure did the agitated, uneasy, or grieving hearts of these people finally settle somewhat.

Before long.

Luo Chen