Chen Yang and Yang Yuanhong were not the sort to dawdle. Since everything here had been settled, there was no need to remain.
After all, the true objective of this journey lay in the far broader Central Region of Canglan.
So, after briefly bidding farewell to the three of Bai Que, Yang Yuanhong continued east beneath the Immortal Venerable's divine concealment.
Another half year later, when Lorraine and the others opened the place where the Venerable Lord had been in seclusion as he had instructed, not a single person was to be seen.
Only a stone stele remained in the empty room.
Inscribed upon it in the barbarian tongue was the Venerable Lord's destination. He said that he had "returned to the embrace of the gods," and left behind a prophecy.
The prophecy spoke of an unusual clan from the west. It said that the Holy Clan, personally chosen by their god in the mortal world, would in the near future cross mountains and rivers, travel ten thousand miles, and return to this land blessed by the gods.
News of the Venerable Lord's disappearance caused no small stir among the barbarians. Yet with the convening of the first assembly of the Barbarian Affairs Council, those ripples quickly subsided.
Only then did all the barbarian people begin to understand just how precious the ideals the Venerable Lord had spoken of truly were.
The blessings of the gods would descend equally upon every inch of land. They had entered a new era.
The barbarians no longer needed a ruler perched high above them. Their future would be carved out together by their own strength!
The Venerable Lord had arrived without warning and departed without a sound, like a fresh breeze sweeping past, blowing away the thick dust that had blanketed the barbarian