The Taiyi realm was the backbone of the Primordial Land.
Daluo were the top-tier combatants. Below Daluo, the Taiyi and Golden Immortal realms formed the main forces of each clan, with the Taiyi realm serving as the backbone of those forces. Everyone else was merely cannon fodder.
Huanglong and the other two had already reached the peak of the Taiyi realm. Once they returned, they would surely become core members of their respective clans' main forces. After all, the Three Clans War was not entirely a battle among Daluo.
Given the aptitude of the three of them, barring any unforeseen accidents, entering the Daluo realm in the future was practically guaranteed.
After all, the Three Primordial Clans were indeed exceptionally gifted by nature.
As their master, Wu Chu was both pleased and saddened by their decision.
He was pleased because they had truly grown up. They had their own thoughts, dared to shoulder responsibility, dared to stand on their own, and were no longer the little children who cried at the drop of a hat.
When parents saw their children grow up, they would always feel some measure of gratification.
Yet he was saddened because he could only watch helplessly as they went into danger.
Little Moon Spirit felt much the same, for she was their martial aunt.
As for everyone else, there was mostly sadness left. After all, this was a farewell—and perhaps even a final farewell.
"Master, Martial Aunt, we are leaving." The three spoke in unison. "After this parting, we do not know whether we will ever have the fortune to meet again. Please accept three bows from us!"
As they spoke, the three knelt before Wu Chu and Little Moon Spirit.
After paying their respects to Wu Chu and Little Moon Spirit, they bid farewell to