Qionghua Falls

"Alright, Li'er, time is about up. If we don't let them leave now, I'm afraid they'll only be able to stay in the Huanming Realm."

Chanyou did not say much in response to Yun Tianhe's words. No matter how pleasant one's words were, what mattered was what one did. In Chanyou's experience, nineteen years was enough time for humans to forget Liu Mengli.

As the Queen of the Huanming Realm, Chanyou had not merely seen humans in dreams; she had also lived in human society. The Huanming Realm had existed even longer than the Qionghua Sect. Strictly speaking, the ancestors of the Dream Tapir Clan had even been divine beasts.

However, while Chanyou's experience would naturally have been correct for ordinary people, Yun Tianhe was an entirely different case.

"Li'er understands."

Liu Mengli did not argue with Chanyou. Though she had only just returned to the Huanming Realm, she understood her mother Chanyou's attitude toward humans. Rather than argue with her mother, silence was better. In any case, Shen Fei had already left a spatial spell mark within the Illusory Darkness Palace.

Given Liu Mengli's personality, she ordinarily would never have hidden anything from her mother. But anything involving Yun Tianhe was an exception.

"Mengli, farewell." On the high platform of the Revered Deity Altar, Han Lingsha stepped forward and embraced Liu Mengli. Due to the Huanming Realm's unique movement, they could only leave it when it drew near the K'un-Lun Celestial Light. At other times, it was very difficult to depart the Huanming Realm.

Otherwise, given the Demon Race's ability to fly, why would they have needed to wait nineteen years? Likewise, the Qionghua Sect had not needed to wait nineteen years back then; they had simply flown on their swords straight into the Huanming Realm.

"Mengli, take care."