Return to Starfall Pavilion

High in the sky, a black figure gradually solidified.

He wore a Black Gold-Embroidered Brocade Robe, a jade circlet on his head. His features were handsome, his posture tall and straight. With his hands clasped behind his back, he hovered in midair, yet not the slightest trace of aura leaked from his body.

A Black Sun emblem was inscribed at the center of his forehead, lending him an air of mystery and dominance.

A gentle breeze drifted past, lightly stirring the hem of his robe.

It was none other than Wei Yang, who had torn through space from the Demonic Flame Space.

Standing high in the air, he calmly swept his gaze across the Demonic Flame Plain below, and countless scenes swiftly entered his eyes.

After standing quietly for a moment.

Hiss~

Wei Yang drew a deep breath of the outside air, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Finally out."

The air outside really was more comfortable to breathe.

His ears twitched, and faint snippets of conversation from below entered his hearing.

After listening carefully for a while, it seemed that apart from the descent of the Demonic Flame, nothing particularly major had occurred in the Central Plains over the past half year.

Peace was good.

Wei Yang was relieved as well.

"First, I'll head back to Starfall Pavilion and take a look."

After identifying the direction, his figure moved and swiftly vanished.

From the moment Wei Yang appeared to the moment he disappeared, no one had noticed his existence.

Within the Star Realm, not much had changed compared to half a year ago.

Amid the lush woodland, small bridges arched over flowing streams, while pavilions and towers dotted the landscape.

On the square, some Starfall Pavilion disciples were exchanging pointers with one another.

At the rear mountain,