After getting leave from Tang Yu, the Black Mamba Clan's demon cultivators still found it hard to believe as they left the Divine Deer Sect.
That scumbag Tang Yu had suddenly become so easy to talk to? He was really letting them go back?
"Ah, finally, we don't have to work in the spirit herb garden anymore."
One of the demon cultivators lay down wearily, greedily drawing in the dense spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him.
Back in the Central Divine Continent, and no longer forced to do hard labor in the spirit herb garden—this feeling was simply too wonderful.
The other demon cultivators also lay down one after another. They were currently aboard a large ship, though this treasure ship traveled across land.
It was not that it could not fly, but after their leader Lao Da had been thrown by Tang Yu once, he had developed a fear of heights and now refused to go into the sky no matter what.
"I wonder how our territory is doing. We've been gone for so many years."
Standing at the bow, Lao Da looked somewhat nostalgic.
The Black Mamba Clan lived on a scorching plain. There were not many cultivators there, but countless demon beasts.
Fortunately, the Black Mamba Clan was powerful, so no demon beasts dared to encroach upon their territory.
Back then, their group had been sent into that damned river of time because they had discovered something beneath their territory. After venturing deeper and deeper, they found a teleportation array that sent their entire clan into the river of time.
After all these years, there were not many clansmen left who had managed to endure. Quite a few had suffered shattered Dao hearts and dispersed their cultivation.
When they finally returned to that familiar plain,