If I had to describe the difference between the Lower Realm and Supreme Heaven in my heart, then it could only be put this way—
The Lower Realm was the homeland I missed most.
Supreme Heaven, meanwhile, was the place that carried the most memories for me.
I had lived in Supreme Heaven for far, far too many years.
A small cave abode, a swing whose wooden planks had been polished smooth with age, countless springs, summers, autumns, and winters—traces of my life were everywhere.
Supreme Heaven had long been filled with all my joys, sorrows, anger, and delight.
The years I had spent living in Supreme Heaven had even surpassed all the time I had spent in the Lower Realm, including my previous life.
This place had long since become another home of mine in the truest sense.
As people born in the cave abode, and now able to return once more to the familiar place that brought them peace even in their dreams, the three little ones were all visibly excited, chattering away in hushed voices.
This was not merely my home.
It was also their only home.
It was the place where they had lived almost since the moment they were born.
The battle beyond Wuya Sect had become many times less pressured.
The Supreme Alliance had been forced back a considerable distance.
Yet they still refused to retreat, as though gathering themselves for one final counterattack.
Even under the oppression before the coming storm, the gloom hanging over the hearts of Wuya Sect's disciples was no longer as heavy as it had been one or two years ago. Laughter and cheerful voices could be heard everywhere from groups traveling together.
This was absolute trust in their sect.
"Junior Brother Lin, have you taken on any missions