Liu Yu had at least consumed a Dragonblood Fruit and strengthened his body somewhat, yet even he reacted this way. Naturally, the others fared even worse.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Cui Liang let out several heavy, dry coughs. Had his stomach not been empty, he probably would have vomited.
The other three cultivators also swayed unsteadily, looking scarcely any better.
Still, they were Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators with powerful recuperative abilities. By the time Liu Yu suppressed his discomfort, the others had more or less recovered as well.
"Senior Brother Cui, let's go."
Liu Yu stepped out of the Teleportation Formation and spoke to Cui Liang, who was still inside.
A place as important as the teleportation hall naturally could not be left without cultivators overseeing it.
Only a few Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators were visible, but his keen spiritual perception faintly sensed what seemed to be a Golden Core elder in the rear hall.
After registering together at the teleportation hall's registration desk, he and Cui Liang left the hall and emerged onto Azure Terrace Peak without encountering any obstruction.
Familiar scenery greeted their eyes. In the distance stood towering, majestic spirit mountains, their true faces veiled by swirling clouds and mist; rare and exotic beasts played and leaped through the forests, while cranes cried out at length, gracefully beating their wings in the sky; between the mountains, streaks of escape light occasionally flew past, rising and disappearing.
After nearly twenty cycles of winter cold and summer heat, returning to the Sects stirred different feelings in the two men.
"I'm back."
Feeling the spiritual energy in the air, far richer than at the southern border, Liu Yu inexplicably relaxed. A faint smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
Cui Liang felt even more like a survivor of a calamity.