The cultivators from the Core World, aside from those like Yang Ling and Hu Dequan whom the Little People Race had specifically sent over, had mostly stumbled into it by accident.
They had all come to the spectacle to temper themselves.
Everyone had somewhere to return to. Now that they had broken free of the old confines, naturally none wished to remain.
One by one, the many cultivators expressed their gratitude to Lu Ye, exchanged Sound Talisman imprints, and bid one another farewell.
No matter what, they had gone through a life-and-death battle together. That was no ordinary bond. Moreover, under those circumstances, they had persisted in staying with the Red Talisman Society rather than defecting to Sacred Blood Peak, which spoke volumes of their character and temperament.
It could be said that, barring unforeseen circumstances, these surviving cultivators would all achieve no small measure of success in the future.
Before long, most of the surviving cultivators from the Red Talisman Society had left.
Lu Ye looked at the Yang Ling and Hu Dequan who had stayed behind. "What are your plans, you two?"
Yang Ling scratched his head. "No particular plans. I don't know where to go either."
They had known each other for quite some time, so Lu Ye more or less understood Yang Ling's circumstances. Yang Ling had been adopted by the Little People Race as a child and raised within Square Inch Mountain. While the others could each return home, he truly had nowhere to go.
"Fellow Cultivator Lu, now that the Core World's seal has been broken, if we take the core out of this spectacle, without the spectacle's power keeping them apart, will the three divisions of Square Inch Mountain merge together?" Yang Ling asked.
"That's right. That is also what I plan to