Overseas, Biyang Cultivation World.
As a streak of light tore through the thunderclouds shrouding the outskirts of this sea region, it vanished in an instant, revealing a tall, straight figure standing with his hands behind his back, his robes snapping in the wind.
"I've returned to an old haunt."
Lu Yang looked around. The last time he had stirred up such a huge commotion overseas, the Biyang Cultivation World had been left existing in name only after that great battle.
Yet ironically, with the Immortal Alliance's suppression gone, the entire Spiritual Root system had collapsed along with it. This place had instead begun to thrive. Although no one had yet broken through to Foundation Establishment, given time—another hundred years or so—it might not be unable to recover the grandeur of its former peak.
Lu Yang swept his gaze around and began calculating on his fingers.
Though he had ventured out to sea in his true body this time, he did not intend to immediately search for the Primordial Magnetic Divine Mountain. Instead, he planned to raise his strength as much as possible first.
Actually, I should hurry there.
After all, the Primordial Magnetic Divine Mountain concerns the Dao Path of my entire life. If I arrive too late and the Four Seas Sect takes it, there'll be no hope of taking it back.
.No, no, that's not right.
No matter what, increasing my strength can't be wrong. Bringing my true body out to sea this time is already a risk. Without strength, even if an opportunity arrives, I won't be able to seize it!
For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Lu Yang's eyes. In the end, the idea of playing it safe barely gained the upper hand. He took out a Flying Message, ignited it with dharma power, and