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Daoist Qingyue listlessly hugged his treasured flying sword and went to the open expanses of the far northwest to practice flying.
Shen Le also listlessly dragged his Porcelain Tower along, taking the earth-vein transfer route back to Zhuxi Town. No place was as good as home. After staying in the southwest for so long, even the cooking pots tasted spicy, and Shen Le had practically been eaten into depression!
Home, home!
Before he even stepped through the door, he sensed spiritual fluctuations from afar. The house was rumbling and booming, as if it had exploded. Shen Le focused slightly and spread out his spiritual power to take a quick look, his face lighting up with delight:
"You're all back!"
[We're back!]
[We're back—]
[Shen Le, did you miss me!!!]
A huge Scroll flew straight at him. Shen Le paused slightly, and the scene around him shifted: a thousand miles of Gobi, ten thousand miles of yellow sand, rolling ocean waves, and a sky full of stars appeared one after another, wrapping him inside.
Shen Le could not help smiling. He opened his arms and stepped forward to embrace it. Beneath the starlight, countless pillars of fire burst from the waves with chilling shrieks. Before they even drew near, the heat scorched his brows and hair into curls.
With a sharp clang, a long blade left its sheath beside him. Li Xingtang leaped out of the Brush Pot and landed in front of Shen Le, gripping the Modao in both hands. His flying sword shrieked, dropping a curtain of light before them:
[Go! Hurry and go! I'll hold them off!!!]
Well... if those really were missiles, rockets, or even a barrage of shells, holding them off would not do much good.
Yet Shen Le stepped forward without hesitation, startling the