After ten thousand years, Yi Feng had experienced love, hatred, passion, and grudges in the Divine Source Dreamscape, as though he had lived another life. Meanwhile, the real world he had forgotten had undergone enormous changes.
Cloud Star.
Shadow Island.
Day after day, the Guard Brigade protected the island's peace and stability. Through the changing of the ages, they never forgot the promise they had made.
Yet ten thousand years were merciless. Shadow Island had gradually stabilized, and city life had become ever more peaceful. Many had fallen in desperate battles to defend Shadow Island, while residents of limited talent had exhausted their Lifespan and been buried beneath the earth.
Over these ten thousand years, everyone had steadfastly guarded Shadow Island's tranquility. Even without the Direct Disciple Lords watching over the island, it remained exceptionally secure through everyone's loyal protection, as well as the various blueprints and guidance Lord Fang Zaowu had left behind before departing. The city's construction had also gradually become complete.
The long streets coiled like dragons, with vehicles weaving through them.
The bustling city nightscape was even more dazzling than it had been in the past. Overpasses crisscrossed the city, linking all of Shadow Island in every direction.
Even the urban-rural fringe was now filled with towering buildings.
At a grand and imposing highway entrance, a middle-aged man in a white hard hat stood before a massive excavation site with his men. His eyes carried a steady air.
After waiting for a long while, they saw not the slightest anomaly in the surrounding heavens and earth.
Only then did everyone relax slightly and begin reminiscing about the years gone by.
"Phew..."
"Without realizing it, ten thousand years have already passed. I wonder where the Direct Disciple Lords are now, and when they will return?"
"Indeed. The