One is called Winter Mountain Hermit, the other is Lu Qiuzhen.
Both are famed Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators of the North Sea.
Especially the latter, Fu Chaosheng had advised to forge a connection with him, because Lu Qiuzhen too is following Fu Chaosheng’s path to join the Star Gate.
After chatting for a while, the three suddenly fell silent.
The tightly closed palace gate slowly opened a corner.
Yu Ziyu’s voice came from inside.
The three exchanged glances, Lu Qiuzhen spoke: "Huang Independent Cultivator, you go first!"
Luo Chen gave a carefree smile, not being shy, and entered the palace with Black King and the others.
Upon entering, they saw Fu Chaosheng standing together with Yu Ziyu, smiling as he looked at them.
"Let’s go home together!"
Luo Chen was taken aback, then gently nodded.
However, Fu Chaosheng was returning to his home in Zhongzhou, while Luo Chen was using the road through Zhongzhou to return to his home in the Eastern Wasteland.
Hopefully, the journey will be smooth.
A stick of incense later.
A colossal pillar of light soared into the sky from the central hall of Sun and Moon Island, illuminating the surrounding hundred miles.
Zhou Yunshen, who was leading his clan members onto another ship, gazed at the pillar of light in the distance and sighed softly.
"Friend Luo has taken the first step."
This remark was filled with complex emotions.
Those unaware might think Luo Chen was the first to die.
In reality, it was Zhou Yunshen carrying his clan members, trekking mountains and water, braving mortal danger, traveling by water to Zhongzhou.
He only hoped for a day to meet Luo Chen again.
Not out of friendship, but because a reunion would mean he is still alive.
"I will follow shortly."
Zhou Yunshen withdrew his gaze and exchanged Divine Consciousness Voice Transmission with three other Nascent Soul True Masters.
Not only did they have to take their clan disciples to Zhongzhou, but they were also responsible for escorting some Tianyuan Business Alliance goods.
In a sense, they hadn’t joined the Star Gate yet, but were already doing work for the Tianyuan Daoist Sect.
Star Island. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NovᴇlFir(e).nᴇt
One of the few large islands isolated from the Central Continent.
There’s a Fourth Order Spirit Vein on the island, with abundant herb cultivation, making it a true Blessed Land.
However, the island’s real purpose is not to cultivate Spirit Medicine but the teleportation formation located at its center.
It connects the North Sea, leading to the South Border, serving as the north-south hub.
If not for the teleportation formation’s importance, this place would be bustling with visiting cultivators, rather than being so tranquil.
But this tranquility was suddenly broken one day.
From the Underground Palace wrapped in a Big Formation, loud rumblings sounded, as Tianyuan Daoist Sect Cultivators arrived from all directions.
Astonished, they looked toward the Underground Palace.
It was the teleportation formation’s center; ordinary outsiders transported here would be restricted by an Array Forbiddance within the Underground Palace, unable to leave the island freely.
Such meticulous arrangements were precautions for emergencies.
But today, such disturbance was truly unexpected.
"North Sea, just how many people were teleported, for the Spirit Stones consumption to be so massive?"
"The maximum transmission per batch is a hundred people, yet such commotion, far exceeds a hundred?"
"Ah, look, what is that?"
Pungent blood flowed from the Underground Palace, permeating the ground, dyeing the land in a hazy red.
Tianyuan Cultivators exchanged glances, all with a single thought in their minds.
Could it be that this batch of teleportees all perished during transmission?
If it truly were so, then it would cause quite a stir; the teleportation formation, error-free for thousands of years, suddenly taking so many lives.
Inside the Underground Palace.
Three Nascent Soul True Masters stared in disbelief at Luo Chen and the gigantic Flood Dragon beside him.
Its gaping mouth constantly spewed blood outward.
The overwhelming volume of blood submerged the Underground Palace, almost forming a river of blood.
In response, Luo Chen gave a helpless smile.
"Sorry, it was my oversight."