Xianmen Sect, Mother Star.
After many years, he returned to his homeland once again.
Every time he came here, he felt immense discomfort because he would reminisce about so many people, his grandparents, mother, sister, uncle, Lin Yuanwang, An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng... Faces and figures constantly appeared before him, especially during these years of solitude.
This made him feel uneasy.
Only the elderly frequently recall the past.
"This is too much idle time."
"Lazy cattle and horses produce lots of dung."
"If there were a battlefield, I wouldn't be so melancholic and wistful."
Jiang Ding whispered.
He gazed at the starry sky of the Xianmen Sect, where in the night sky of the solar system, massive super factories were already being constructed. In the center, a Qilin Ancient Emperor as vast as Stone Star rose and sank, while Xianmen cultivators swarmed over it like ants, occasionally sparking flashes of light.
