After speaking with Wu Ze, Zhang Yu put away the mystic weapons and stepped out. He went to the dwellings built by Fan Lan, Qi Wu, and the others, where he sat for a while.
There was still no result from the other side of the World Rift, but there was no urgency to this matter for now.
He had already cultivated to the fourth chapter of the book. After the Profound Residence had merged the various sects, the chapter seals and secret methods they had obtained were still being sorted and compiled. Moreover, aside from the war in the north, the clashes with the Frostlanders had never ceased. Matters of exchange with the outer continents could still be put off for later.
After meeting with Fan and Qi, he also took the opportunity to offer some guidance to Yan Yuming and Zheng Xiaolang before leaving the World Rift.
The daylight outside the World Rift was brilliant. Sparse streams of cloud drifted through the clear blue sky, while cloud shadows and golden light flowed over the reddish-brown shattered rocks beyond the Great Rift. He noticed a fine eagle passing overhead, its long cry ringing through the air.
He took a deep breath, and the fresh, distinctive air by the lakeside filled his lungs.
Having lived another life, he viewed this world with an entirely new frame of mind. Compared with the dead, cold, rigid world of his previous life, this world, though riddled with flaws, was still better by countless measures.
Having experienced death and rebirth, he understood better than anyone the preciousness of life and the beauty of this world. Such a world was worth expending his strength to protect.
He cast one more glance at the boundless heaven and earth, then rose into the air. His robes fluttered,