The massive warship landed, and the clansmen boarded in an orderly fashion.
Once everyone had boarded, the warship slowly rose into the air. Jiang Feng stood on the deck, looking down over the Flame Clan's city.
Perhaps from today onward, he would be bidding this land farewell for good.
As he gazed at everything before him, Jiang Feng unexpectedly felt a measure of reluctance.
Though, if he counted carefully, he had spent very little time truly living within the clan, he had sincerely regarded this place as his home.
"What, can't bear to leave?" At some point, Qiu Ya had already come to Jiang Feng's side. She reached out and looped her arm through his.
Jiang Feng smiled faintly but offered no answer.
He recalled the scene when he had first awakened in the Black Mountain Tribe, recalled resisting the Qiang Clan alongside the Black Mountain Tribe, recalled struggling to survive and cultivate within Nether Valley.
After accelerating time for cultivation within the Divine Treasury Golden Coffin time and again, cultivating demonic arts amid the illusions of the Nether Tower, and enduring the stretching of time within spatial-temporal turbulence, these memories—which ought to have belonged to a very, very distant past—suddenly became crystal clear, vivid before his eyes, as though they had happened only yesterday.
"Actually, I also wish we could remain here forever." Qiu Ya hugged Jiang Feng's arm, rested her head against his shoulder, and spoke softly.
Jiang Feng let out a deep breath. He knew that was impossible, for far too much karma and fortune were entangled with him. Even if he wished to stop now, the Heavenly Dao and fate would still push him onward.
Rather than be pushed forward, he might as well move forward of his own accord!
That way, at least he could