Return

As dusk settled over the mountaintop, everyone gathered in small groups, either quietly discussing their gains from the Secret Realm or planning how to let loose once they left.

After such a long, brutal battle and ordeal, this moment of peace felt especially precious.

Hum~

Just then, a low, lingering sound suddenly rose from the summit of Heaven Stele Mountain.

The Heaven Stele, which had fallen dormant, lit up once more.

Golden patterns flowed, intertwined, and brightened across its surface, like an ancient painting rekindled, bathing the entire summit in radiance again.

Then the Heaven Stele's power began spreading outward.

Streaks of golden patterns extended from its base like living creatures, spreading down the mountainside and swiftly covering the entire peak.

The air began to tremble violently, as though stirred by an invisible hand, sending out overlapping ripples.

Boom!

A massive Spatial Formation suddenly rose from the foot of Heaven Stele Mountain, enveloping the entire peak and everyone upon it like a vast net.

Its intricate, ancient patterns each radiated immense, steady power of space.

Then a gentle yet irresistible pull rose beneath their feet, and golden light swallowed everyone.

With a ripple through space, everyone vanished.

Whoosh~

Golden light flashed, and figures appeared one after another in the central plaza of the imperial palace.

"We're back—"

"Finally."

Muffled murmurs rose from the crowd.

Inside the imperial palace, no one dared cheer loudly, but their excitement and emotion were impossible to suppress.

They had endured this journey through the Secret Realm to the very end, achieving unimaginable gains—leaps in cultivation, evolved bloodlines, and transformed talents.

Yet along the way, they had also faced countless dangers and hardships. Those brushes with death remained vivid, while the familiar faces that would never return, the friends and comrades forever left in the Secret