At the entrance to the Wilds Realm in the Nine Nether Mountain Range, Ye Mian waited with many of the Ye Family's elders.
A while later, space above the Nine Nether Mountain Range twisted slightly. A massive warship emerged from the Void, its deck crisscrossed with scars and its hull exuding an ancient, weathered aura.
At the sight of the warship, Ye Mian and those behind him grew excited.
The warship came to a halt at the entrance to the Xuanhuang Origin Realm, and its hatch opened.
An old man led dozens of figures out of the warship. Their clothes were in tatters, and the thick smell of blood clung to them. One look at their condition made it clear they had endured countless brutal battles.
Ye Mian bowed slightly to the people emerging from the warship and said respectfully, "Welcome back, elders!"
They were Ye Family Saints and Quasi-Saints who had gone to the Sacred Land to cultivate thousands of years ago. But soon after they arrived, a Spatial Storm had erupted over the Barbaric Sea. Even the Azure Sea Divine Boat, the Azure Sea Sect's Supreme Emperor Weapon, could no longer make the crossing, leaving them stranded in the Sacred Land.
Now, at last, they had returned. Of the more than three hundred Ye Family members who had gone to the Sacred Land, however, only fifty had come back.
And though many had gone, only twenty had been Saints at the time. Most of the others had been Quasi-Saints.
Everyone who returned had now reached the Saint Realm, and they were powerful. Even the weakest among them was a Three Tribulation Saint.
Ye Mian bowed slightly to the old man at the front and said with respect, "Second Uncle, thank you for all your efforts!"
The old man