Above the East Sea, waves churned and rolled, and misty spray filled the air.
Tongtian stood high in the sky. With a thought, the island-protecting grand formation buried deep within the island's core rose in response.
From the seabed of the East Sea, silent for countless Kalpas, came a dull, muffled tremor.
The phantom of an incomparably vast island slowly solidified in the dark depths, then began to ascend.
With a thunderous crash as it broke through the water, Jinao Island reappeared in the Primordial Wilderness.
The island-protecting grand formation revolved, and the dormant formation patterns lit up one after another.
With a casual flick of his hand, he sent out several strands of pure Hunyuan Laws, and green light sank into the formation eye.
The stalled grand formation shone again. A curtain of light shot straight into the clouds, enveloping the whole of Jinao Island within it.
Its vast aura was released without the slightest concealment, announcing to the entire Primordial Wilderness that the master of this island had returned.
Tongtian walked up the white-jade stone steps and stood with his hands behind his back before Biyou Palace, looking at the scene before him, both familiar and strange.
The palace remained. The mountains and stones remained.
But that grand scene of the past—Myriad Immortals Come to Court, sages preaching the Dao, countless living beings gathering here to listen to the Great Dao—could never be found again.
In the air, only the salty tang of the sea wind and loneliness remained.
A trace of melancholy quietly rose from the bottom of his heart, only to be instantly cut to pieces by his pure sword intent.
All that had passed was like yesterday's death.
The man he was now was no Jie Sect Leader. He was only Tongtian.
Kunlun Mountain,