Flowing Light Domain, Heavenly Origin Dao Realm.
The next moment, dozens of figures tumbled out, landing in disheveled heaps on the cold stone of the plaza.
Liu Yuan was the first to walk out. His expression was calm, but a barely perceptible trace of exhaustion lay deep in his eyes.
Close behind him, Qian Tian, Fankong, Ancestor Xue Ku, and the others emerged from the Light Gate one after another, bringing the battered remnants of their forces.
At the sight of the familiar surroundings and the distinctive aura of the Heavenly Origin Dao Realm's laws, everyone's bodies involuntarily relaxed.
They were back.
They were finally back.
Relief at surviving the calamity mingled with the shame of defeat and grief over their fallen companions, casting a heavy pall over the plaza.
Every gaze converged on the tightly closed hall doors, which emanated an ancient Dao Rhythm.
They had escaped back here.
But their operation had ended in utter failure, in the most disastrous way imaginable.
Not only had they lost troops and commanders, but even the secret base they had painstakingly established had been wiped out wholesale.
More importantly, they had alerted the supreme rulers of the Seven Great Domains, exposing themselves completely to every top power in this Star Domain.
Liu Yuan straightened his somewhat disheveled robes. His expression remained calm, but his deep eyes were dimmer than ever before.
"Let's go."
"We must seek the True Lord's forgiveness."
Led by Liu Yuan, Qian Tian, Fankong, Ancestor Xue Ku, and the other Dao Realm masters who had narrowly escaped death approached the Divine Hall's doors, their heads bowed and their steps heavy.
They all fell to their knees together.
"Reporting to you, Senior."
Liu Yuan's voice was tinged with hoarseness.
"Your subordinate Liu Yuan failed his mission, lost troops and