"It's the Little Cang Realm!"
"This is the Little Cang Realm!"
The usually composed Hui Yunzi lost his composure for once, staring at the World Domain before him as he cried softly in delighted surprise.
The Emaciated Old Man, Patriarch Chongyuan, still could not believe it and could not help looking toward Wang Ba.
Wang Ba nodded, smiling:
"That's right. We've returned to the Little Cang Realm."
Patriarch Chongyuan was both astonished and delighted. Forgetting to ask how they had managed to return to the Little Cang Realm in so little time, he could not help looking once more at the pitch-black, tadpole-like World Domain before him.
Although the nine Guard Cities slowly circling the World Domain looked rather strange, the somewhat unfamiliar yet familiar feeling coming from within it, distant though it had become, carried him back into dreams of the past in an instant!
"The Little Cang Realm... we've actually returned to the Little Cang Realm!"
"I thought I'd never have another chance to see it in this lifetime..."
Patriarch Chongyuan murmured to himself, his eyes full of joy and deep nostalgia, as though recalling those spirited years when he had roamed the realm and founded his sect. Looking back now, it all seemed like yesterday.
Remembering the happy moments, he could not help smiling.
In youth, his spring robes had been thin, his horse beside the slanting bridge... even the scattered gleams of sunlight reflected from glazed tiles in his memories seemed warm and bright.
Beside him, the Ochre-Robed Youth, Patriarch Qitian, gazed at the World Domain before him, a trace of complicated feeling and wistfulness passing through his eyes.
If cultivation was a journey through life, then the youthful years etched most deeply into his memory had been spent in this small realm.
Before coming here