For millions upon millions of years, the scenery of Azure Nether Island had never changed.
Verdant peaks remained lush year-round, streams and waterfalls flowed without cease, and floating cloud islands hung silently beneath the azure Sky Dome. A faint, misty immortal haze wound around the mountains, never dispersing through the four seasons.
Spirit flowers bloomed along the cliffs, immortal herbs carpeted secluded valleys, and ancient pines that chimed without wind stood across the mountaintops. Peaceful, distant, and serene, it was exactly as it had been in her earliest memories.
The instant she stepped into this land, all the clamor and strife of the Myriad Worlds beyond—the struggles of countless heroes and the undercurrents of the chaotic age—were shut outside.
The taut strings in her heart suddenly relaxed, and countless scattered memories buried deep within the years surged up from her heart like a tide.
The leisurely days she had once spent living and cultivating on Azure Nether Island, the figures who had once been by her side, and the lively, bustling scenes of the island all emerged clearly in her mind, scene after scene, frame after frame, winding around her heart and refusing to fade.
A myriad old thoughts entwined within her, and countless emotions churned.
Han Xi lowered her eyes slightly and gently shook her head, sweeping away the jumbled memories and longings filling her mind. The faint melancholy in her eyes vanished as well.
She raised her gaze toward the clear, boundless Qing Qiong, and only a soft sigh remained in her heart.
"We're back. How wonderful!"
She had traveled through the Myriad Domains, witnessed the rise and fall of troubled times, the struggles of countless heroes, and the changing of heaven and earth. Yet in the end, Azure Nether Island was still the most peaceful and comforting