The Boundary River was like a ribbon, no one knew around whose waist it was tied.
A Thorn Boat cut across its middle.
Jiang Wang sat aboard, the bloodstains gone from his clothes, relaxed and at ease.
Beyond this river lay the new Human Race camp he had conquered.
Just before crossing, he felt something stir within him. But when he looked up, he saw only vast emptiness. There was a patch of cloud-shadow in the extreme distance, yet it too was utterly still.
In a place like the Lost Realm, stillness was the greatest blessing.
Jiang Wang tossed down a Lost Crystal, urged the Thorn Boat onward, and crossed the Boundary River.
Several warships stationed along the border swiftly closed in, their armored soldiers brimming with fighting spirit. Seeing that it was Jiang Wang, they all planted their weapons and saluted.
Returning to the Dingmao Domain now felt completely different.
Though it could not nearly be considered equivalent to The Present World as Futu Pure Land was, it still felt like shackles and locks had been cast away, leaving both body and mind unburdened.
Clearly, during the time he had left to pursue Ao Huangzhong, Kuang Huiping, Fang Yuanyou, and the others had not been idle. They had thoroughly purged the Sea Race forces from the Dingmao Domain.
For such efficiency to be possible, Zhuo Qingru and Zhu Biqiong must have contributed no small amount as well.
To seize a Human Race camp in a place like the Lost Realm, giving Human Race cultivators another relatively safe military stronghold, truly brought an extraordinary sense of accomplishment. What was more, he had killed Yu Guangyuan and finally dealt with the looming threat of the Blood King. His journey back had been smooth and peaceful.
Jiang Wang could not help rising