Leaving aside Zhong Haoran, Fei Yunshu, and Zhong Zhan discussing how to besiege Xuntian City, and leaving aside Fairy Xuanhua and the others directing the disciples to work with the Creation Sect disciples in clearing up the aftermath outside the mountain gate, let us speak only of Xiao Hua leading several hundred thousand Myriad Thunder Valley disciples back to Myriad Thunder Valley.
Xiao Hua might have had no sense of direction and could even get lost within the Thunder Control Sect, but now, there was no need to distinguish directions or release his divine sense. In the blink of an eye, Myriad Thunder Valley... was before them! Everyone already knew that Xiao Hua's magical power was boundless, so they were not especially startled. Yet no one spoke. They merely gazed quietly at the towering figure ahead, lofty as a mountain, feeling a deep attachment spread through them like withered autumn hues staining the mountain ravines and flowing outward in every direction.
With deep attachment in his eyes, Xiao Hua looked upon the Myriad Thunder Valley before him, seemingly familiar yet in truth strange. Memories tinged with helplessness inevitably surged into his mind! Rather than saying that Myriad Thunder Valley was the place that haunted his dreams and lingered in his soul, it would be better to say it was where the knots in his heart were tangled. The joy of growing up, the bitterness of maturity, the worries of concern, and the unforgettable guilt—these were the true meaning of Myriad Thunder Valley.
A thousand years had passed, and Myriad Thunder Valley was no longer the Myriad Thunder Valley of old. Not to mention that the rumbling sounds of dark thunder were gone, that the white ape guarding the mountain had long perished, or that Helpless's scolding voice, furious at iron