Tang San and his group of four walked through Shrek Academy like the most ordinary visiting tourists, their expressions calm and their steps unhurried.
They did not use any Soul Power or deliberately investigate anything. Like tourists who had just arrived, they leisurely passed through roads that were familiar yet so changed as to be almost unrecognizable.
The three of them had completely suppressed their Soul Power. At most, they appeared to be ordinary Soul Masters with a little cultivation, utterly inconspicuous in the talent-filled Shrek Academy.
Da Ming and Er Ming had taken human form many years ago and were already adept at such disguises. As they walked, they chatted through voice transmission about trivial matters.
Only Tang San, though outwardly impassive, continued to quietly survey everything around him with his profound eyes, taking in every change in the scenery.
Shrek Academy had changed greatly compared to ten thousand years ago.
Many old buildings had been renovated or even torn down and rebuilt. Many new teaching buildings and martial arts arenas had risen from the ground, and even the roads followed completely different paths from those in his memories.
Yet the academy's unique atmosphere remained. Groups of young men and women walked along the roads; some discussed cultivation techniques, some exchanged insights, and some laughed and played. The faint fragrance of various flowers drifted through the air, and everything brimmed with youthful vitality.
Tang San silently watched it all. Though his expression did not change, countless emotions welled up within him. When he had left this place all those years ago, had he not been just as high-spirited as these youths?
In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years had passed. Those former classmates and old friends, those companions who had once fought beside him, had all become