"Who was it? Who did this? Who in the world did this?!"
Above Golden Glow Mountain, now burned into a stretch of white earth, the gigantic tower ship that had left more than twenty days ago appeared once again.
Just as Zhou Yang had thought when he first saw Golden Glow Mountain's tragic state, the moment Old Ancestor Chen saw his family's marketplace reduced to white-earth ruins, he instantly flew from the tower ship and descended onto the mountain summit. With his beard and hair standing on end, he let out a thunderous roar that shot into the heavens.
Empowered by the formidable mana of his Violet Palace Layer 8 cultivation, that roar could be heard within a hundred li in every direction. It truly shook the land for a hundred li.
Zhou Yang and the others had originally taken temporary shelter on a barren mountain not far from Golden Glow Mountain. Hearing that roar, their bodies shook, and wild joy immediately filled their eyes.
"They're back! The Old Clan Leader and the others are back!"
Zhou Xiong, the youngest among them, was the first to cry out. Tears of joy had already streamed from his eyes.
They had endured far too much pressure these past days. Even when sleeping, they did not dare fall fully asleep. Every one of them was like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring—at the slightest rustle of wind or grass, they would immediately bring out their artifacts and enter a combat stance. Their nerves had been stretched to the limit.
Someone like Zhou Yang, with his tough mind and higher cultivation, had fared somewhat better and could still endure. But someone like Zhou Xiong, young and weak in cultivation, had long since reached the brink of collapse.
Now that the