Farther ahead in the Dao Sea lay the ancient cave abode the three tribes had once explored together. When Mu Bai arrived there, golden light flashed in his eyes. Through a formation, he saw the Augugalo Continent. The Magma Giant still lay quietly prostrate there, as though the passage of time could have no effect on him.
What he had not expected, however, was that the Star Great Tribe was there too, right beside the Magma Giant, looking none too vast.
"The Star Great Tribe, Yun’er..."
Seeing that familiar island and thinking of Xing Yun warmed Mu Bai's heart. This place was worth stopping at.
Arriving before the island's protective formation, Mu Bai stood quietly. Through the Divine Spring Perspective in his eyes, he could see everything within the formation. He saw the people of the Star Great Tribe working on the sea reefs, children following adults on hunts, and women gathered together, mending clothes and chatting about their families.
He also saw cultivators of the tribe learning to inscribe formations in secluded chambers, Xing Hui sitting quietly in another chamber, and, on the cliff behind the tribe, a woman in a blue robe gazing expectantly toward Eastern Ridge.
As the years passed, Xing Yun was no longer that girl in tight-fitting black martial attire, holding the Soul Crystal Bow and brimming with youthful vitality. Now sorrow marked her face, and her eyes were filled with longing. She wore a blue robe he had once worn.
"Xing Yun, Yun’er..."
Before going to the Qianyuan Sacred Land in the Venerable Domain to become its Holy Son, he had left Xing Yun and Hu Meier in the Silver Frost Forest. Nearly fifty years had passed since that parting. Seeing her again now filled Mu Bai with guilt.
He believed he bore far