Morning light filtered through the lush canopy of Tianshu Star Island and fell upon Ye Lingyun, gilding his figure with a faint golden edge. He stood at the edge of the Cultivation Area, gazing through the dense foliage toward the distant horizon. There, the stars had begun to dim, heralding the arrival of a new day.
For a cultivator, a year was both long and short. Ye Lingyun had faced countless challenges here and learned countless combat techniques, making a qualitative leap in strength. But today, he had to leave and return to Icewave Academy, to the place where his journey had begun.
Ye Lingyun took a deep breath. He could feel that the Star Power here was still abundant, yet his heart was filled with reluctance to leave. He knew this was not merely a place where he cultivated-it was where he had grown.
He slowly turned and followed the path toward his Cultivation Room. His steps were light, yet carried a trace of heaviness. His gaze lingered on the scenery along the way. Every tree and every flower seemed to tell the story of the past year.
When he returned to the Cultivation Room, everything was just as he had left it. The combat technique manuals he had once studied lay on the stone table, and the weapons he had once used hung on the walls. Ye Lingyun's gaze lingered on these objects, and a touch of warmth welled up in his heart.
He approached the stone table and gently ran his fingers over the combat technique manuals. These manuals had once been the wellspring of his strength, the key to defeating his opponents. He knew that even after he left, the knowledge within them would stay with him forever.
Ye Lingyun packed his belongings, placing the combat