Daoist Taizhen smiled.
Hearing this, Xiang Xuan pondered for a long while.
He had left the Big Dipper nearly a thousand years ago, though it was not as if he had never returned during that time.
He had secretly gone back to the Big Dipper several times to visit Patriarch Chi Xuan in secret.
Yet her condition had left him deeply worried.
Her life force seemed to be draining away ever more visibly, and the silver strands in her hair had steadily increased.
He knew that Patriarch Chi Xuan might not have much time left.
As for Tianxuan Holy Land, with its patriarch injured and its foundation still relatively young, its levels of combat power were uneven. In recent years, it had begun to show signs of decline, and its prestige and influence in the Big Dipper were far inferior to before.
It was said that in recent years, even Holy Land disciples had not found things particularly smooth when conducting business outside.
Perhaps... it was time to return.
Not only for himself, but also to leave behind a source of support for Patriarch Chi Xuan and Tianxuan.
"Alright."
Xiang Xuan finally nodded and sighed.
"Then let us head to the Big Dipper. As for founding a sect, you may proceed as you please..."
"Oh? Why? Hadn't Daoist Friend already been expelled from Tianxuan Holy Land? Since you are alone, what is there to hold you back?"
"Have you found the clansmen scattered throughout the starry sky?"
"Daoist Friend..."
Seeing him politely decline, the others immediately began asking questions.
"Well... thank you all for your kind intentions. Why don't we discuss this after we reach the Big Dipper?"
Unable to refuse their enthusiasm, Xiang Xuan could only brush the matter aside for now.
Several years later,
the group arrived at