The Sword Realm.
Everyone felt they had reaped a rich harvest. None of them knew how much time had passed. Time did not flow here, and they had forgotten about it.
"You've all gained plenty. Go into seclusion when we get back and digest what you've learned. If you want to come again, I'll bring you. It's time to leave now. Let's go home." Lin Lang casually slashed a hand through the air, opening a spatial passage.
Lin Ying was still at home. Lin Lang did not want to delay too long.
What if the Thousand-Year Catastrophe had already begun and Xiao Sanxiao left Blackwood Cliff?
Everyone said the Sword Realm was easy to enter but hard to leave. Jian Yue had been trapped here for over three hundred years. Had Jiang Xiaoyu not accidentally opened a passage, he might still have been trapped inside.
But leaving was effortless for Lin Lang.
Everyone filed out. Lin Lang protected the weaker ones, such as Yunluo, with his true qi, and they soon returned to the world where Great Ming lay.
"Master, our world is better after all. The Sword Realm's surroundings were too monotonous." Jiang Xiaoyu took a deep breath, as though even the air here tasted wonderfully sweet.
Lin Lang smiled. "You just aren't diligent enough. Countless people could beg for an opportunity like that and never get it, yet you found it boring."
Jiang Xiaoyu smiled sheepishly. "Master, I wasn't slacking off. I learned plenty of sword techniques and incorporated them into my own sword and saber techniques. When I go into seclusion this time, I'll definitely create a peerless sword technique of my own, one no weaker than Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!"
Everyone now treated Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin as a benchmark