Return from the Blessed Land

Outside, at the former site of Langhuan Blessed Land.

Vast Sea True Person Zhou Xuan lay atop the prow of the Profound Ice Tower Ship, dozing. He had guarded this place for more than half a year, and throughout those months, it had never truly been peaceful.

That brief clash between True Lords had nevertheless alarmed many, and a surging undercurrent could be felt beneath the surface. Several obscure divine senses would sweep across this place from time to time; clearly, some of the sect's old immortals were watching.

Zhou Xuan understood this perfectly, yet there was nothing he could do. Langhuan Blessed Land was simply too tempting a prize. Now that the Sun Family's old monster had failed in his attempt, even more people had caught the scent of opportunity.

He had no pressing matters to attend to anyway, so he simply cultivated while waiting here.

He only hoped Zhou Yan would return safe and sound.

He thought extremely highly of this nephew of his, and Zhou Yan's father had once entrusted him with the boy's care.

As for that inheritance, it would naturally be good if Zhou Yan obtained it, but it did not matter if he failed. So long as he lived, there was still hope for everything.

Just as his thoughts rose and fell, a ripple suddenly spread through the distant space.

"What? Has the Blessed Land opened again?"

Zhou Xuan's spirits rose. He hurriedly stood, all traces of drowsiness gone.

At the center of the ripple, a gateway slowly opened, and four figures tumbled out one after another in a rather sorry state.

Once he saw who they were, Zhou Xuan's pupils contracted before he was overwhelmed with joy.

Four! Four had actually survived! Among them was none other than the Zhou Family's qilin child,