On this day, somewhere on the Lost Continent, a slowly drifting white cloud in the blue sky was suddenly blasted into several pieces.
The void immediately warped slightly. The next moment, a figure appeared there—a young man in black robes with close-cropped hair. It was Li Yan.
Li Yan glanced back at the spatial rift that had already vanished behind him. His master, Dong Fuyi, had not entered the Lost Continent. He had merely helped Li Yan conceal the heavenly secrets, remaining in the turbulent spatial currents to wait.
Li Yan had only come to find Mu Guyue and her son, and he would return soon. Moreover, Dong Fuyi needed a reason to reveal himself, so it was better to save trouble and remain hidden.
With Li Yan's abilities, if he could still encounter trouble among the Black Devil Race, then all his years of cultivation in the Immortal-Spirit Realm would have been for nothing.
Li Yan looked around. This should have been territory belonging to the White Devil Race, because there was no devilish qi here.
Seeing the scene before him, Li Yan could not help recalling Falling Star Valley and the Sacred Devil Palace. Those had once been places he traveled back and forth through time and again.
"I wonder what Falling Star Valley has become by now?"
Li Yan thought to himself. Tian Xingzi, Lin Xinghe, Shuang Wuyan, and the others surfaced in his mind, but he had no intention of going there this time.
That place had surely changed beyond recognition. He had come here to take Mu Guyue and her son away, and the most important thing was that Li Yan was anxious to return to the Immortal-Spirit Realm.
He still had many, many matters awaiting him, all of which would take considerable time to