For Wang Quan back then, a journey of more than a hundred thousand li had taken no more than a day.
For him now, it was merely a short journey of two to four hours.
Originally, he should have traveled back to Great Liang alone, but as he neared his homeland, he felt a little apprehensive.
He thought of everything from his youth, of his bewilderment when he first came to this world, and of many, many other things.
Only then had he finally landed on the cruise ship, slowly heading toward Great Liang while adjusting his state of mind.
But now, pressured by several female cultivators, he had set off alone.
The Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust roiled, trailing long plumes of smoke as they headed straight for Great Liang.
Within Great Liang now, winds rose and clouds surged:
Over the past twenty-odd years, more than a hundred sects, large and small, had emerged in Great Liang.
Every one of these was a New Method sect.
To seize territory, youths with spiritual roots, and resources such as spirit stones, the many sects fought bloody battles every few days.
Some small sects vanished into smoke and ash.
The larger sects grew strong through one bloody battle after another.
Clear Wind and Clear Spirit were the two strongest sects in the Great Liang Empire.
These two sects were now locked in a bitter dispute over the spirit stone mine within Sleeping Dragon Mountain.
Ultimately, the two great sects followed the example of the ancients and held a spell-dueling tournament.
Each side called on friends and hired fighters, who all came to help.
For a time, cultivators flew all over the skies of the Great Liang Empire, and even many monsters came carrying clubs, brimming with murderous intent, to lend their