My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

Top floor of the main coffin.

After returning here, Gu Changyuan sat cross-legged.

"Buzz—"

Four beams of light suddenly illuminated the entire Heavenly Demon Sect.

The beam of light shot up from the depths of the main coffin and the three auxiliary coffins, dazzling and piercing the sky.

Four beams of light converged in the sky, forming an enormous, illusory array.

The array slowly rotated, its patterns flowing, emitting a chilling spatial fluctuation.

That's a cross-dimensional teleportation array.

The moment the formation was completed, the Heavenly Demon Sect, the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, and the Heavenly Human Holy Land were connected.

From now on, if Gu Changyuan wants to travel between the three places, he can arrive instantly with just a thought, without any distance to worry about.

Gu Changyuan slowly opened his eyes, looking at the gradually disappearing array phantom, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Finally, everything is done.

Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue, who were standing nearby, immediately stepped forward and stood on either side of him.

Gu Changyuan smiled.

"Things are almost done," he said.

"I'm going back to the Celestial Sacred Land first. There are still some of your senior sisters and brothers there that I haven't seen yet."

As soon as the words were spoken, Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue stiffened slightly.

"...Did they just leave?"

The two women's voices were a few decibels lower than usual, carrying a hint of undisguised disappointment.

Gu Changyuan couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at them.

"What, are you afraid I won't come back?"

He raised his hand and gently ruffled the top of Mo Yingluo's hair, then casually brushed past Mo Yingyue's falling silver hair.

"With the teleportation array here, returning to the Heavenly Demon Sect will be a matter of moments. Just contact me if you need anything."

If there's nothing else, I'll come back every few days.

Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with joy.

He smiled and shook his head.

"Alright, I'm leaving."

He took a step back, and the power of space around him began to circulate.

Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue opened their mouths, as if to say something, but in the end, they both lowered their heads and whispered:

"Respectfully seeing off our Master."

Gu Changyuan nodded.

Then, he turned around—

The next instant, his figure appeared in the Celestial Holy Land.

His lack of concealment of his aura naturally attracted the attention of his disciple.

With a whoosh, figures flew out and converged in front of Gu Changyuan.

Qin Yu and Fang Yuwei had already resolved the matter of the Wanbaoge Pavilion in the Northern Continent a few days ago and returned to the Celestial Sacred Land.

Now, apart from Xu Mengyao, who is still in the Central Continent, and Lin Jingyu, who has just returned from the Western Continent, the other eight disciples of the Celestial Sacred Land have all arrived.

After the eight people exchanged simple greetings, Gu Changyuan led them back to Tianyuan Mountain.

Gu Changyuan looked at Ye Qingxue and asked:

"Has Mengyao not returned yet?"

Ye Qingxue shook her head slightly.

"Not yet. Xiao Yi sent a message to Zhongzhou before, saying that Meng Yao should set off to return after receiving news of her master's return."

Based on the timeline, it should have arrived the day before yesterday or yesterday. But for some reason... it hasn't arrived yet.

Gu Changyuan nodded.

With a slight thought, the system interface quietly appeared in his mind.

No signs of injury were detected in Xu Mengyao's information section.

No injuries.

That's good.

They probably encountered something on the way that caused the delay.

"Um."

Gu Changyuan snapped out of his thoughts and spoke calmly.

"Wait two more days. If she hasn't arrived by then, I'll go find her myself."

Upon hearing this, the eight disciples felt reassured.

Next comes a rare opportunity to get together.

Four hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Sudden--

Two auras appeared above the Celestial Holy Land.

Gu Changyuan put down his teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips.

It was his second apprentice, who had returned.

He flashed and appeared in the sky first.

Lin Jingyu sped all the way to the Celestial Sacred Land, his mind still immersed in the gains he had made on this trip to the Western Continent.

Just as he was thinking this, a presence suddenly appeared in front of him.

Lin Jingyu suddenly looked up, and then he froze.

That was a man.

He stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in black robes and with dark hair, his face calm and a faint smile on his lips.

That face.

That aura.

That familiar posture, etched into my very bones.

Lin Jingyu's pupils suddenly contracted!

He felt his heart skip a beat for a moment.

His arms began to tremble slightly, as emotions suppressed for thousands of years surged wildly against his self-control, which he had always been proud of.

Wang Yutang, who was standing nearby, noticed his unusual behavior and was startled.

She had never seen Lin Jingyu like this before.

Lin Jingyu, who was always aloof and indifferent, unmoved even by the collapse of Mount Tai.

At this moment, his whole body was trembling slightly, his eyes were red, and his lips were moving slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.

What's wrong with him?

Wang Yutang was about to ask a question when she heard Lin Jingyu speak:

"Master..."

Wang Yutang was stunned.

Master?!

She turned her head sharply and looked at the black figure in the void, her eyes filled with shock.

So, this is the master that Jingyu has been searching for for a thousand years?

The master he had mentioned countless times, yet always remained silent and said no more?

Now, they have finally met again.

Looking at Lin Jingyu's appearance, Wang Yutang felt an inexplicable joy welling up inside her.

I'm happy for him.

Gu Changyuan approached Lin Jingyu and carefully examined him.

After a thousand years, the quiet, taciturn boy who followed behind me back then, with a clear mind and a sharp swordsmanship, has now grown into this aloof and otherworldly figure.

The youthful naiveté between his brows has long since faded, replaced by a composure and sharpness honed through trials and tribulations.

He raised his hand and gently patted Lin Jingyu on the shoulder.

The movement was very light and casual, just as it had been done countless times a thousand years ago.

"good."

Gu Changyuan's eyes were full of gratified smiles.

"Much stronger."

Lin Jingyu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself choked up and unable to utter a single word.

He simply stood there, looking at the face before him that was exactly the same as the one in his memory, and tears had already begun to stream down his face without him even realizing it.

He finally managed to squeeze out a few words.

"It's all thanks to my master's guidance..."

He couldn't finish his sentence.

Because the eight figures behind him had somehow arrived in the void, and were watching him with expressions of utter astonishment.

Especially two of them—

Xiao Yi and Han Feng.

The expressions on their faces were truly fascinating.

The two began to whisper to each other.

"Look, look!"

Han Feng spoke in a breathy voice, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Second Brother! Second Brother is crying!"

Xiao Yi nodded vigorously, his eyes unblinking:

"I saw it! I saw it! Wow, this is the first time I've ever seen anything like it!"

Ye Qingxue naturally saw all of this, and seeing Lin Jingyu's obviously clueless expression, she instantly understood.

Ye Qingxue silently turned her head, her gaze falling on Xiao Yi.

That gaze was very calm.

The calmness sent a chill down Xiao Yi's spine.

He slowly turned his head and met his senior sister's deep eyes, alarm bells ringing in his mind.

"I remember……"

Ye Qingxue spoke, her tone indifferent.

"Didn't we say before that we were going to send a message to Jingyu?"

Xiao Yi's body stiffened.

"Where was the message sent?"

That gaze, carrying a hint of authority, made Xiao Yi straighten his back instantly. The excitement on his face receded like the tide, replaced by a serious and solemn expression.

He coughed lightly and said seriously:

"Reporting to Senior Sister, this idea... was Xiao Feng's!"

Without hesitation, he reached out and pointed at Han Feng, who was standing beside him and hadn't yet reacted.

"He said he'd never seen his second senior brother cry before, and he wanted to see if he'd shed tears when he came back!"