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

However, Gu Changyuan's attack was not that simple.

Just as the sword shadow on the side was "rewinded" and dissipated—

"laugh!"

Another chaotic sword shadow of the same size and power appeared without warning from the other side of the four demons.

Lu Jiuyi let out a low growl, knowing he could no longer remain passively defensive.

Supernatural power—to protect the body.

The bloodline of the Nine-Tailed Luwu within him surged, and his body instantly grew taller.

Nine phantom tiger tails behind him surged, resembling nine divine whips.

Instead of dodging or avoiding, he raised his defense and strength to the limit, and his nine tiger tails lashed forward with all their might.

"clang--!!!"

A deafening metallic clang, like the simultaneous tolling of a thousand bells, erupted.

Lu Jiuyi's nine tiger tails collided fiercely with the chaotic sword shadow, bursting out dazzling sparks and energy ripples.

Sun Buhuo roared and followed closely behind. His body swelled up again, transforming into a giant ape the size of a mountain.

Supernatural power—Moving Mountain True Form.

With fists clenched tightly, swirling with chaotic energy and violent magnetic force, he slammed them hard against the sword shadow's blade from the side.

"boom--!!!"

Lu Jiuyi's head-on collision, coupled with Sun Buhuo's fierce side attack, resulted in two destructive forces acting simultaneously.

The chaotic sword shadow could no longer hold on and shattered completely, dissipating into a sky full of chaotic energy.

"Clap clap clap..."

The crisp sound of applause, filled with undisguised appreciation and satisfaction, came from above the crowd.

Lu Jiuyi, Xiang Xuanyin, Sun Buhuo, and Zhu Jiuyin, the four demons, were all slightly disordered at this moment. Upon hearing the sound, they immediately looked up and their eyes shot towards the source of the sound like lightning.

Then, the solemnity, vigilance, and gloom on the faces of the four demons... all their expressions froze completely the moment they saw who it was.

The pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead!

His mouth opened slightly without his noticing. His body seemed to be nailed to the spot by an invisible force.

High in the sky, a familiar figure, one they had longed for for a thousand and one hundred years, stood suspended in mid-air, a gentle smile on his face, his gaze softly fixed on them.

Who else could it be but their master, Gu Changyuan?!

Beside their master, safe and sound, were Ye Qingxue, Yue Lingxi, and Luo Qingchen, the three senior sisters (or younger sisters) who were predicted by Bai Zeming to face a "life-or-death calamity".

Everything was self-evident—Master had already returned and arrived ahead of time, using unparalleled means to resolve the deadly crisis facing the senior sisters!

Immense shock, unbelievable elation, a longing that transcends millennia, the relief of surviving a catastrophe...

"Master!"

The next second, the four figures shot out like arrows, instantly breaking through the short distance between them and rushing to Gu Changyuan's side.

They stared intently at Gu Changyuan's face, sensing the familiar yet seemingly deeper and more vast aura emanating from him, their eyes unblinking, as if the beautiful illusion would shatter at the slightest blink.

Looking at his four disciples who were so excited they could hardly contain themselves, Gu Changyuan was filled with mixed emotions.

He spoke first, his voice gentle and clear, breaking the almost frozen atmosphere of excitement:

"The response and cooperation just now were excellent. The timing, the use of special abilities, and the mutual support were all superb."

It seems that you have not slacked off in these past thousand years; you have not only grown taller but also become much stronger. Your teacher is very pleased.

A simple word of affirmation, yet it was like the most effective reassurance and the strongest praise, instantly transforming the surging excitement in the hearts of the four demon disciples into indescribable pride and satisfaction.

"Alright, this is not the place for a long chat."

Gu Changyuan glanced around and continued.

"Let's talk as we walk. Let's go back to the Heavenly Demon Pavilion first; your senior sister must be getting impatient."

After saying that, he waved his right hand, and a gentle force lifted everyone up, sending them flying towards the Azure Nether Demon Realm and the Heavenly Demon Pavilion.

......

During their journey over the past few days, Gu Changyuan, in his spare time, recounted once again to Lu Jiuyi and the other three his experiences in the Chaotic Ruins over the past thousand years, as well as how he was able to arrive in time to save the three women in the Outer Realm.

Soon, the towering black obelisk and the ten pavilions of different styles around it came into clear view.

Gu Changyuan and his group did not make any effort to conceal their presence.

As they flew directly above the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, ten auras of varying strengths spread clearly throughout the entire pavilion.

Tu Shan Youyao, Lan Caiyou, Bai Zeming, Ye Canglan, and Chi Huang all noticed the commotion immediately.

The disciples of the ten pavilions of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion were also drawn by this unusual aura. They stepped out of their pavilions, looked up at the sky, and their eyes were full of curiosity and inquiry.

Tu Shan Youyao was sitting in the quiet room of the First Pavilion when she sensed the aura, and the causal threads at her fingertips suddenly stopped.

She wasn't wary at all—it was the aura of Lu Jiuyi and his group of four, as well as the auras of Ye Qingxue, Yue Lingxi, and Luo Qingchen, all of whom were her own people.

This finally eased the tension that had been building in her heart for days, but it was soon replaced by immense doubt.

too fast!

According to her calculations, even if Lu Jiuyi and his group were to move at high speed, it would still take time to reach the depths of the outer domain. The exploration, rendezvous, and even the possible battles would take even more time, and the return journey would be the same.

But now, only a few days have passed since the warning was issued and they all returned?

Unless...they encountered Senior Sister Ye and the others, who had already escaped danger, halfway there?

Or perhaps the matter in the outer realms was resolved swiftly in a way that was far beyond expectation and incomprehensible?

Almost simultaneously, Bai Zeming in the Eighth Pavilion also sensed it.

He frowned slightly, his doubts even greater than those of Tu Shan Youyao.

Ever since the last time I tried to peek into cause and effect and was swallowed by that mysterious dark cage, and then rescued by that familiar "Hmm?"

He tried to sense the cause and effect of the fates of Ye Qingxue and the other two women, but found it to be a chaotic blank.

This puzzled him greatly and made him feel uneasy.

Now, how did they return so quickly and "unharmed"?

Five streaks of light flew out from the top of the pavilion almost simultaneously, quickly arriving directly above the Heavenly Demon Pavilion and hovering not far in front of Gu Changyuan and his group.

The moment they could clearly see the figure in the lead, the five members of Tushan Youyao froze, their demonic power instantly became chaotic, and even their breathing stopped for several breaths.

That figure was the image they had etched deep in their souls and searched for for a thousand years; it was their master, Gu Changyuan!

Tu Shan Youyao's beautiful eyes, which seemed to be able to bewitch souls, were fixed on Gu Changyuan without blinking.

It's... Master?! It really is Master?!

At that moment, a torrent of emotions surged forth like a burst dam, instantly overwhelming all her reason and defenses.

My eyes welled up with tears, and warm liquid almost spilled out uncontrollably.

But she is Tu Shan Youyao, the senior sister of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, and the demon ancestor who rules over a region and is awe-inspiring in the demon realm.

No matter how excited or aggrieved one is, one must not lose one's composure in front of one's disciples, and even less should one show too much vulnerability in front of one's master.

Her years of forbearance were etched into her very being.

She took a deep breath and forcefully used her strong willpower to force back the tears that were about to well up, though her eyes were slightly red.

She raised her head, trying to maintain a calm expression, but her slightly trembling eyelashes and tightly pursed lips betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

"Master, welcome home."