Yuzhou,
South Sea region.
Moon Liên Islands.
Since Zhang Qingyuan left over a century ago, the Moon Liên Islands had developed tremendously.
They had become
one of the few large Cultivation Cities in the South Sea region.
Moreover, through the efforts of countless cultivators over the years—moving mountains, filling seas, shifting peaks, and relocating ridges—the land area had expanded by hundreds, even thousands of times!
It had grown into a large island!
The immense flow of people constantly coming and going
had brought tremendous prosperity to the Moon Liên Islands.
Then, because of the great upheaval that had occurred in Yuzhou proper a century ago, with Magic Beasts running ever more rampant, many people had moved overseas to escape disaster, making the island's cultivator economy flourish even further!
This day,
night,
a chill wind blew softly,
Master Lu stood atop the main island's mountain peak,
raising his head to gaze into the distance at the black heavens shrouded in layers of cloud and mist.
Below him
lay a dazzling, prosperous sea of lights from countless homes, scattered like stars and spreading across the entire island, unceasing day and night.
"Alas!"
After a long while,
he let out a sigh.
The slightly graying hair at his temples fluttered in the wind.
"Grandfather."
At that moment,
a gentle voice came from behind him.
A figure dressed in palace robes
appeared behind him.
Amid the biting sea wind,
she stood silently at his back.
"Yunxi, in one month, grandfather will have to leave this place. The Sect has pressed me urgently. This old man truly has no way to put it off any longer."
After a long silence, Master Lu suddenly spoke.
The air
was filled with a stifling heaviness.
He knew what would happen here after he left.
But there was nothing