Chen Yang watched the immortals speculate, then swept his deep eyes over them. "Enough. Speculation is ultimately empty illusion; we do not know the truth. In any case, the Land of Return Ruins is extremely dangerous, so be more careful in the future. Also, cultivate diligently and strive to take another step forward, strengthening our foundation. Only then can we weather the countless storms of the Primordial World."
Hearing this, the immortals nodded one after another. Although many of them were Chen Yang's martial uncles, ever since Chen Yang's rise, no one had dared challenge his authority.
Chen Yang waved his hand, dismissing the immortals.
After the immortals departed, Chen Yang was left with a trace of weariness, his mind filled with countless thoughts.
Elder Zi spoke solemnly. "Chen Yang... Xuandu and the others may not be wrong in their speculation."
"I know. Their guesses may well be true. But regardless of whether they are true or false, we now stand opposed to the Return Ruins. After all, the hatred between shamans and demons, the enmity between humans and demons—it will not end until one side is dead." Chen Yang's gaze flickered with a touch of weathered exhaustion. "We had barely dealt with one Buddhist Sect when an enemy from the Demon Sect emerged. The Dao-Demon War has only just begun, and now the Return Ruins has appeared as well. What exactly is happening to the Primordial World? Major events never cease, and great calamities never end!"
"Who knows? The changes in the Primordial World over these years have truly been too great. In the past, even after many yuanhui, there might not have been any transformation. But now, changes arise every few hundred thousand years." Elder Zi was equally puzzled, unable to make sense of it no matter how