The dreamlike, rainbow shards of light shattered, and Xiao Chen felt himself cross through the barrier, reappearing on the long-lost land.
An ancient and enduring breath rushed towards him. Yes, this was the breath of Jiuzhou, not an illusion, he had actually returned!
Inconceivably, the mountains and rivers changed continuously, as if he was traversing through space, finally traveling to the Yongzhou boundary in the western part of Jiuzhou.
He had no idea how many years had passed, what era it was now, Xiao Chen was really afraid that everything would be worn away by the ruthless passage of time.
If everything he was once familiar with no longer existed, then what was the point of him coming back?
The scenery finally settled, as he exited from spatial travel, his feet on the boundless land transmitted a familiar power, stretching to the ends of the earth where the mountain shadows connected, a desolate scene nearby.
