After a dizzying whirl, the scenery before Wang Yu changed, and he and the Bone Boat appeared in midair.
The instant he emerged, the phantom white arrow on the back of his right hand silently disintegrated and vanished.
He swept his gaze around, spotting the enormous vortex overhead and four Foundation Establishment cultivators nearby, each standing on a Flying Magical Artifact.
One of the Foundation Establishment men, dressed in the robes of the Four Symbols Sect, glanced at Wang Yu as he flew out of the vortex and said gently:
"Martial nephew, now that you're out, find somewhere below to rest. Don't block those coming out behind you. Also, if you want to tally your temporary merit points and sell your gains from the secret realm, you can go to those buildings over there to handle the exchanges."
"Thank you for the guidance, martial uncle. I'll head down now." Wang Yu glanced in the direction the man indicated, then immediately bowed in reply.
He urged the Bone Boat beneath his feet onward, descending straight toward an open space at the center of the Four Sects' camp below.
"Fellow Daoist Li, that martial nephew of yours seems rather extraordinary." Once Wang Yu had gone some distance, an old man nearby, wearing yellow robes emblazoned with a silver character for "bamboo," suddenly made this remark.
"Oh? What makes you say that, Brother Long? This martial nephew appears to be only at late Qi refining," Li asked with a faint smile.
"Does it even need saying? Someone at late Qi refining managed to leave the Jialan Secret Realm in one piece, without losing an arm or a leg. Doesn't that say it all?
"Look at the ordinary disciples who came out before him. Which of them wasn't exhausted and covered in injuries?" the