The Scorching Sun Flying Boat left the Lost Realm and flew out of the Death Sea.
At an island reserved for flying boats to dock and undergo repairs, Jiang Wang retrieved the Origin Stones he had "lent out." Then he bade farewell to the Yang Valley Cultivators and headed straight for Huai Island.
It was already the early hours of April 14.
After growing accustomed to the lightless nights of the Lost Realm, flying over the Azure Sea beneath bright stars and a luminous moon felt like "clouds parting to reveal the moon." His heart opened at once!
Though this journey had been a brush with death at every turn, he had made it through the "nine deaths" and won himself that one precious "life."
Though he had come back buried in debt, he had at least completed the Sin Washing and could save that silly girl. He had let down no one—not others, and not himself.
And he would remember his experiences in the Lost Realm for the rest of his life.
The cultivators who had fought to the death, the unity of those who had set aside their grievances in the Present World—when faced with the threat of the Outer Race, what kind of spirit could the Human Race ignite...
Every cultivator who had reached the Outer Tower realm truly ought to make a journey to the Lost Realm and see what those people had done for the Human Race.
The Azure Cloud Mark appeared, then scattered, leaving a beautiful trail across the sky.
He had completed the Sin Washing in nine days and returned to the Near-Sea in the early hours of the tenth. He had not let up for a moment or wasted a single breath.
He had raced against time, fighting for every second.
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