Chapter 309

We respectfully welcome the return of the Immortal Sect!

We respectfully welcome the return of the Wasteland Martial Sovereign!

In an instant, cultivators from the five regions of east, south, west, north, and center, and the sixty-five great prefectures roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens!

Back then, when the Immortal Sect departed, countless people saw them off; now, upon their return, the myriad cultivators of the Wasteland Martial likewise came to greet them, showing how high the prestige of the Azure Cloud Sect stands in the Wasteland Martial Realm.

Eastern Region! Hurry and rush to the Eastern Region to pay respects to the Immortal Sect!

After countless cultivators were shocked, they quickly reacted and then all rushed toward the various teleportation grand formations, heading for the Eastern Region.

……

At the same time.

In the Central Region, the second-largest continent is Dust Continent.

The Heavenly Mixing Divine Kingdom, outside the Divine Palace.

A woman clad in a flowing blue-green wide-sleeved ethereal fairy robe, wearing a phoenix hairpin, tall and slender, with a stern countenance, stood outside the Divine Palace.

She stared dazedly at that point in the void, momentarily losing her senses.

The Azure Cloud Sect has returned.

Have you also returned?

……

Above the Eastern Region, the inter-regional teleportation grand formation had been closed, and the void above had once again returned to its usual calm.

【「Ding, to prevent the host's Wasteland Martial Realm from collapsing, all experts surpassing the Half-Immortal level have had their cultivation automatically suppressed. 」】

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang furrowed his brows; the rank of the Wasteland Martial Realm was ultimately still too low.

However, he can now attempt to advance the Wasteland Martial.

In the True Immortal realm, one can create their own rules; as a Primordial Immortal, one can reshape all things with primordial power; a Mixed Yuan Great Luo Golden Immortal can command life and death; when the Mixed Yuan power is unleashed, a single thought gives life, another thought brings death.

I now hold the Wasteland Martial's primordial source, and my body is filled with primordial power; I should be able to advance the Wasteland Martial further.

We're back! The familiar aura!

I miss home! Mother, your child has completed his studies and returned!

Above the void, some sect elders and disciples behind Feng Qingyang were all immensely excited.

Especially the sect's disciples, they were all native cultivators of the Wasteland Martial.

Among them, most were from the Eastern Region, after all, the Azure Cloud Sect originated and rose in the Eastern Region.

Thereupon, without further hesitation, Feng Qingyang had the elders issue the orders.

Give the disciples one month to handle their affairs; after one month, gather at Qingyun Mountain in Lingzhou.

All disciples may bring their own families.

Upon the order, many disciples cheered again.

Afterward, they either traveled in companions or went alone, heading to all corners of the five regions.

Soon after, only Feng Qingyang, Shi Hao, and his companions remained here.

As well as the sect's elders, the Ancestral Phoenix, the Dragon Emperor, the person from the Dark Tower, Zeng, and the Great Emperor Ye Tianji of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.

You all should go as well.

If anything arises, keep in contact with the sect; we'll meet at Qingyun Mountain in one month.

Feng Qingyang turned his head and gave the order.

Yes, Master.

I will dutifully obey the Sect Master's command.

Hearing this, Shi Hao and his three companions, along with the elders, all departed.

……

After departing, the Ancestral Phoenix gazed fiercely at the land beneath its feet; its homeland had returned!

Immediately, it transformed into its true form, flapped its wings, and flew toward the Central Region.

……

After everyone on that side had left, a gleam flashed in Feng Qingyang's extraordinary purple pupils, and instantly the sights of all beings in the Wasteland Martial Realm filled his vision.

Long time no see, Wasteland Martial.

Instantly, with a thought, he vanished into the void.

In an instant, Feng Qingyang appeared within the Qingyun Mountain Range of Lingzhou in the Eastern Region.

All that could be seen were towering ancient trees standing densely, a scene of birdsong and floral fragrance, with lofty mountains and rugged ridges undulating continuously.

Spiritual energy was abundant, and the mist was hazy.

Nothing has changed; it's still the familiar taste.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyang's eyes showed a hint of nostalgia, and he murmured.

He then stepped forward, following the path of his memory.

This road is the most deeply etched in his memory from all the paths he has walked since his transmigration.

The road he came by!

Thinking back, one person, one bowl, one road… calculating, it's better not to mention.

However, walking this road again now is absolutely a completely different feeling from back then.

Back then, I had no system, lacked the strength to truss a chicken, and was still hungry.

But now, I command the primordial source of the Wasteland Martial Heavenly Dao, I am the Sovereign of the Wasteland Martial, and even pushing aside the Immortal Realm is as easy as turning one's hand.

Those great powers of the Immortal Realm, as well as the region lords, are nothing but chickens and dogs.

Walking while reminiscing, not long after, Feng Qingyang came to the place where his dream began, Qingyun Mountain.

Who! How dare you trespass on the immortal's abode? Leave quickly, this is not where you should be; otherwise don't blame this sage for being impolite.

At this moment, the guards at the foot of Qingyun Mountain noticed the approaching person, and one guard loudly warned.

People from the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce?

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's footsteps halted.

He recognized their identity at a glance from the guards' attire.

For a moment he felt very satisfied; Lin Zhan had done well.

Seeing the youth in green robes ignore their advice, merely smiling without a word, the guards were about to speak up again to remind him.

But before the words could leave their mouths, they saw the youth vanish on the spot.

Huh?

Several guards were completely baffled for a moment.

But soon one guard reacted, "Do you feel that youth's appearance and attire are especially familiar? It seems I've seen him somewhere."

"Where was it… I remember now!"

"That person seems to be the Sect Master!"

That guard spoke in shock, his heart filled with panic.

It's over, it's over!

We actually dared to block the Sect Master! What will we do if the Sect Master blames us?

It's like someone returning home, you won't let them in and even shout to drive them away.

No way, it shouldn't be; what kind of person is the Sect Master, how could he quarrel with someone like me?

"What! You haven't mistaken, have you?"

The other guards, hearing this, all gathered around and shouted questions.

"Absolutely certain!"

"The Sect Master has returned to Qingyun Mountain! We must hurry back to report to the President!"

……

Meanwhile, Feng Qingyang arrived at Qingyun Mountain, the former base of the Qingyun Sect.

He didn't take that little incident to heart at all; upon meeting them again, he even felt like praising them.

Afterward, Feng Qingyang stopped thinking about it and began to survey the former base.

All he saw was a place utterly tranquil and empty, with nothing at all.

Only a gentle breeze and a piercing sword aura remained.

"The sword aura of the Shangqing Immortal Sword has indeed not dissipated."

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly and flicked his sleeve.

Instantly, the piercing sword aura completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

At that time, I deliberately did so precisely to prevent others from trampling this place.

Moreover, after my Qingyun Sect ascended back then, I left no lineage behind, because all the sect's subordinate forces remained in the lower realm.

This time, after bringing them back to the Immortal Realm, I could instead establish a lower-realm branch sect.

Immediately, Feng Qingyang stopped thinking, found a flat spot, and sat down.

"Huang Wu, since our sect now controls your origin and the Heavenly Dao, our sect will take full responsibility for you."

"Let our sect lend you a hand."

Having said that, Feng Qingyang's mind stirred.