At present, Earth truly was unsuitable for cultivation. Otherwise, the sages of the Pre-Qin era would not all have left one after another.
The pursuit of the hope of becoming immortal was one aspect, but Earth's increasingly harsh Great Dao environment was also a very important reason.
"Taiyi..."
A week later, everyone gathered at Mount Tai.
They quietly arrived atop an unoccupied heavenly peak and laid down formation patterns without disturbing the ordinary people.
Pang Bo, Zhou Yi, Wang Ziwen, Zhang Ziling, and the others had all settled their families and resolved the concerns weighing on their hearts. They had no more worries.
Everyone looked invigorated, as though reborn, radiating bold vigor and abundant vitality. They wore relaxed smiles, full of anticipation for the future.
The situation in Beidou was chaotic, and they had no intention of bringing their relatives there to cultivate. Most had done as Lin Jia had, recommending those suited to cultivation to the ancient Daoist traditions of the Central Land.
"Take another good look at Earth's scenery..."
On the distant horizon.
The sun was just rising, painting the horizon fiery red and presenting the wondrous spectacle of Three Suns Bring Prosperity. Its splendor inspired awe.
Taiyi gazed at the sunrise and told everyone with a smile, "Once we leave this time, unless there are special circumstances, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until you become Saints before you can return!"
He had already given these classmates Earth's coordinates.
As for whether they could return in the future, that would depend on their individual encounters and fortune.
"We still have to thank you, Taiyi. Otherwise, who knows when we could have come back!" Pang Bo said with a smile.
"Exactly. Thanks to you, Taiyi, we were able to resolve our concerns without leaving any regrets!"
Zhou Yi