At the End of Ancestral Return

"The journey to the Central Lands is long. Quan Lei's Void Capturing Realm strength is still somewhat lacking! He can travel while attempting to break through to the Roaring Heaven Realm. The potential of this Merfolk Body's desolate veins has already been almost entirely excavated!"

"If I were not worried that a desolate beast of the Ancestral Return Realm submitting to a Dao Lord of my Third Fruit Realm would seem far too unbelievable, I would take Xi back to the Eastern Wasteland. This trip to the Central Lands would then be completely secure..."

With a thought, Li Qingyun sank to the bottom of the Ba Water River.

Quan Lei, the merfolk sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the water mansion, immediately had desolate energy revolving around him like wheels as he began circulating his blood and qi.

Li Qingyun cherished old ties. Just as in the mortal world, after spending so much time together, he had developed some attachment to this merfolk body and could not bear to discard it just like that.

If it could be kept, then he would keep it. Perhaps on this trip to the prosperous and flourishing Central Lands, he could also find rare materials that would stimulate desolate veins and further excavate this merfolk body's potential.

Early the next morning, the long-distance merchant caravan organized by the Tushan Clan had finished preparing and gathered beside the Ba Water River, ready to set out.

This party, led by the Tushan Clan and joined by several prominent louse clans of Ba Snake Mountain, numbered over a hundred people once assembled, with ten Desolate Ox Beast Carriages for both passengers and cargo.

Quite a few among them were young disciples of the Tushan Clan, the Chi Clan, and the Ling Clan. With bows on their backs