"You two have been together for so many years, and Granny has never opposed you. But your paths are different, after all, and he was destined not to remain by your side forever. Let him walk the last stretch with his first few companions. That, too, is dust returning to dust, earth returning to earth..."
"Why won't you let him undergo Form Transformation?"
"Can't he already change his appearance?"
"Granny, you're so cruel!"
"It is war that is cruel."
"War is so cruel..."
"The Immortal Race has invaded our homeland. We have no choice but to fight. Child, let us go."
Looking back at the Shuhuan Mountain Range one last time, Red Dance turned and departed with a Spatial Shift. Atop Mu Lan Pavilion's highest hall, Mu Bai and Golden Roc stood gazing into the distance and let out a long sigh. Golden Roc took the form of a big yellow dog and nestled against Mu Bai, tears streaming from his eyes.
Mu Bai knew he was grieving. He sat down and gathered Golden Roc into his arms, letting him whimper softly in his embrace. But he had no intention of letting the obstruction of Golden Roc's Form Transformation end just like that!
The next day, Yan Yan came to bid farewell, with five hundred thousand War Hall cultivators following him. He was not leaving Mu Lan Pavilion, but heading to the Northern Plains to join Xi Bazì, Sweet Potato Boy, and the others.
Mu Lan Pavilion had left sparks in the Northern Plains, giving many people a place to return to. Of course, quite a few cultivators of the pavilion also chose to join the Human Race army and fight for the Origin Realm.
On the third day, nearly half the sect's Artificers of various trades left as well.