Several months later, in the Thunderfire Burning the Firmament Domain, one of the Twenty-Four Domains of the Thunder Department.
"I, Hu Hansan, have returned!"
Li Qingyuan shouted an old joke only he understood, a smile on his face.
A thousand years of wandering, a thousand years of wind and rain-he had taken in the vast expanses of the Investiture of the Gods Great World, but only when he stepped through the Creation Immortal Sect's mountain gates did the string in his heart, taut for a thousand years, truly relax.
Traveling the Investiture of the Gods Great World, he had seen many sights and experienced no shortage of wonders.
He had witnessed the grandeur of Heavenly Immortal Powerhouses moving mountains and filling seas, the spectacle of ten thousand beasts stampeding and blotting out the sky and sun, and the cruelty of True Immortal cultivators risking their lives for a few hundred immortal crystals.
Only upon returning to the Creation Immortal Sect today did he realize that his sense of belonging lay here.
The Creation Immortal Sect was home.
Among the sect's cultivators were family, relatives, friends, brothers, and sisters. These bonds were what he had missed most during his thousand years of wandering.
The mountain gates towered majestically, immortal mist curled around them, and familiar fluctuations of principles flowed through the Creation Grand Formation.
A thousand years on, the sect flourished even more than before. The disciples passing through the mountain gates had generally advanced by one minor realm; clearly, the sect's development had not stagnated.
"I'll visit the two Supreme Elders first."
The two Supreme Elders, Ten Ultimate Immortal and Purple Cloud Fairy, together with Yang Xiaohe, were the true sea-steadying pillars that gave the Creation Immortal Sect its footing.
Within a sect, Supreme Elders stood above the Sect Master.