The sea of clouds churned.
Escape lights flashed.
A giant warship sailed across the distant sky, with spirit boats and tower ships guarding it like the beasts surrounding a beast king.
From time to time, lights could be seen ringing brightly amid the clouds around the enormous warship, before turning into streaks of stars that blossomed with trailing flames at the end of the sky, only then vanishing completely.
Compared to cultivators, those giant warships were colossal behemoths.
Yet when the giant warship flew out of Sun City, it was like a tiny bee leaving its hive.
The moment the spirit boat passed through the domain barrier, Tu Shan Jun had already flown back into the Soul Banner.
The three-foot Soul Banner was held in the young man's hand.
With a gentle shake, it shrank to a few inches and was tucked into his sleeve.
In his view, his lord must have had his own reasons for doing so. He only needed to obey orders.
Still, to avoid misunderstanding the order, Yang Wu asked, "My lord, what is the meaning of this?"
"I cannot let him know that I have returned."
Within the banner, the Daoist in black-and-red robes sat cross-legged beneath the great locust tree and spoke.
After returning to the Daoist temple in the great city, Tu Shan Jun instead felt utterly at ease, as though a soul wandering outside had finally returned to its body. The feeling of being like a fish in water was so pleasant that he did not want to leave.
He disliked troublesome matters.
All troublesome matters, without exception.
He was more accustomed to, and enjoyed even more, staying within the Soul Banner.
Whether studying Daoist scriptures or drafting pill formulas, both brought him joy.
The world within the banner was like a