After the members of the Confucian School departed, the people of the God Puppet Sect had no heart to remain either. After such a tremendous upheaval, they had narrowly escaped death and now needed time to recover.
This time, they had come only out of respect for the Battle Saint Family. Who would have thought that Zhan Yan would stab them in the back? Aside from a small number who wished to continue exploring this secret realm, most had lost all interest.
The God Puppet Sect, in particular, was hurrying to bring Zhao Tiankuang's remains back. No matter what, he had been a senior figure of their sect; they could not simply allow his bones to lie abandoned outside.
After bidding these people farewell, Ye Xiwen did not linger. He headed toward the location described in the intelligence gathered by the Heavenly Pavilion.
Although a hundred thousand years had passed and the environment within the secret realm had changed somewhat, it had not changed so drastically that Ye Xiwen could no longer find his bearings.
In his eyes, nothing was more important now than finding the Reincarnation Grass.
Ye Xiwen flew for a full day and night before finally arriving at the vast swamp recorded in the Heavenly Pavilion's intelligence.
The entire swamp was immense and boundless as far as the eye could see. From time to time, one could spot one or two small islands scattered across it, with towering ancient trees rising from the ground upon them, a magnificent sight to behold.
The nearby swamp looked incomparably tranquil, yet it was precisely this tranquility that made it seem all the more eerie.
After opening the Eye of Redemption, Ye Xiwen discovered that a small city had actually been built on an island deep within the swamp. The entire