Large-scale migration had never been a romantic journey, especially in the crisis-ridden Primordial World.
The vast team moved slowly, and the unique auras emitted by the Various Races' Living Beings were like bright lamps in the darkness, continuously drawing attacks from scattered fierce beasts lurking in the wilderness.
Fortunately, the outskirts of the team were not only constantly patrolled by the overwhelmingly powerful Innate Battle Camp, but also tightly protected by the Guard Team. The attacking fierce beasts could not come within a hundred li of the convoy. Throughout this process, the coordination between the Innate Battle Camp and the Guard Team grew increasingly proficient, resolving each threat one by one.
The entire migration convoy was like refined iron repeatedly forged under the hammer. Though it had endured countless hardships, it became ever more condensed and resilient. As the different races faced dangers together and supported one another, they gradually built trust. Their estrangement faded, and a sense of belonging as "one of us" quietly took root throughout the team.
Along the way, Lin Yan rarely acted personally. Yet whenever danger arose, that heavy, steady aura enveloping the entire army would always appear in time, putting everyone considerably at ease.
After a full century, this vast migration team had crossed countless towering mountains and deep valleys, forded innumerable rushing rivers, and endured wind, rain, battle, and disease before finally returning to the Outer Area of Canyon Home.
On the distant horizon, beneath the lead-gray sky, a towering barrier suffused with colorful radiance came into the view of the more than two hundred thousand living beings in the migration team. It resembled an enormous glazed bowl turned upside down.
Within the barrier, they could vaguely see green mountains layered with jade, flying waterfalls and flowing springs, and spirit qi forming mist.