Just as Yun Qing and his party set out...
Across the lands surrounding the Heavenly Origin Platform, countless teams converged from every direction, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.
The Four Ancient Clans, the Three Sects and Two Dynasties.
The North Pole Ice God Palace, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sacred Land, the Southern Wasteland Demon Court.
There were also rogue cultivators and disciples of small and medium sects who had fought their way through the encirclement through opportunities of their own.
Every heart burned with passion; every soul aspired to reach the summit.
The Feng Clan's team had already reunited with Feng Ling'er, and Wang Hu and the other rogue cultivators seemed to have found opportunities of their own.
Meanwhile, the Yun Clan's Eldest Young Master's younger siblings, scattered far and wide, had lived remarkably "exciting" lives, fully meeting Yun Qing's expectations.
In a valley brimming with spiritual energy and blooming with exotic flowers...
Yun Ruyi stood barefoot on the soft grass. Her pale yellow skirt brushed wildflowers beaded with morning dew, dampening a small patch of its hem. She tilted her head slightly, gazing at the sky veiled in an invisible web of pathways. At last, the light of wisdom in the depths of her eyes suffused her pupils.
The memories of this life were sealed away. The happy innocence belonging to the "Yun Clan's lucky star" quietly faded, and the world-worn compassion of one who had endured endless reincarnations and watched vast seas become mulberry fields slowly emerged.
Yun Ruyi blinked softly.
"Little Heaven... it's been so long." Her quiet murmur held the easy familiarity of someone chatting with an old friend she had known for ten thousand years.
Her voice was ethereal, as though it pierced through time and space. Somewhere unseen, a gentle breeze