Although the magical artifacts of the villa pavilion have terrifying defense capabilities, they consu a large amount of Power of Self-Slaying to operate. In comparison, the Flying Boat seems lighter and more effortless.
Atop the Flying Boat, when everyone was cross-legged in ditation.
Ye Xiaofan stood quietly at the forefront of the Flying Boat, letting the fierce wind strike his body while silently watching the vast mountains and rivers disappear swiftly beneath the boat.
The opening of the ’Main Battle Domain’ also ans that the ti for all cultivators of the Righteous and Demonic Dao to leave the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’ is not far away, aning that soon, he will be able to return to the Divine Sword Sect and et Dugu Nan.
He called out silently in his heart for his master, as the closer he got to returning, mories of Dugu Nan kept flashing through Ye Xiaofan’s mind.
The first eting in Star Moon City, teaching the Sword Break, the first ti he took him as his disciple, gifting him the Luoyu Sword, the first eting at South Peak, personally picking up the kitchenware for him...
Various scenes flashed through his mind. In the short few years of interaction, that kind and caring figure was like a father, carefully guiding him, planning everything for him, passing on skills, explaining dangers, and more.
It can be said that all the endless fatherly love Ye Xiaofan lacked was replaced by Dugu Nan, becoming like a father figure to him in Ye Xiaofan’s mind.
If you ask who Ye Xiaofan has been most worried about during these years in the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain,’ it would undoubtedly be his master and sister.
Especially his master, Ye Xiaofan had always feared that when he returned, he would no longer see that familiar figure standing at the peak of South Peak, silently watching his growth, then smiling knowingly.
"Master, wait for Fan’Er, Fan’Er will soon be able to return, and Fan’Er will surely let you live a second life."
He murmured to himself in his heart, holding tightly in his hand the three Blood Spirit Pearls and the Godslaying Sword Technique in his mind.
What Ye Xiaofan didn’t know was that at the sa ti, drastic changes had already occurred in the Divine Sword Sect region far beyond the endless river.
At this mont, the peak of South Peak in the Divine Sword Sect, a white-haired figure wrapped in a magical artifact windbreaker to keep warm, was pale beyond asure, and violent coughing nearly stripped him of his ability to stand.
The elderly, weary figure stood quietly atop Divine Peak, with old eyes persistently gazing in the direction of the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain,’ as if waiting for sothing.
If Ye Xiaofan were here just now, he might almost fail to recognize the ’aging and fading’ old man before him, as the First Generation Sword Saint he left so years ago.
This person was none other than the awe-inspiring First Generation Sword Saint Dugu Nan, but now the Sword Saint seed more like a lonely, sighing old man, with his breath imnsely weakened, like a flickering lamp in a storm that could extinguish at any mont, facing quiet extinction.
Behind Dugu Nan, covered in snow, Qi Yun stood silently amidst the snow, his eyes filled with the reluctant, nostalgic sentint for his lifelong friend.
And at a certain mont.
Suddenly.
Boom—!!!
A vast and awe-inspiring pressure instantly descended upon the Divine Sword Sect region, startling countless Divine Sword Sect cultivators.
A voice full of reckless and rich tones echoed throughout the boundless world of the Divine Sword Sect.
"Hahaha, hahahahaha."
"Old Dugu, who would’ve thought you’d see a day like this?"
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