705: We meet but do not recognize each other.

North of the Chaotic Sea, outside Gui Zhou Island, which is perennially shrouded in mist.

A figure with a long sword on his back slowly emerged from the Void Realm.

"Gui Zhou..."

Zhou Liye’s eyes were filled with a sense of sudden understanding.

He was silent for a moment.

He took a step and entered the rolling mist.

The mist, which blocked countless powerful individuals, did not hinder him.

This feeling was like returning home.

"Huh?"

"That person just now, why have I never seen him before?"

Just after Zhou Liye disappeared into the mist.

Two figures, riding sword light, stopped outside the mist.

Looking at Zhou Liye's disappearing figure.

One of them asked his companion beside him with some doubt.

"Is that so?"

"But he looks a little familiar to me."

"I just can't remember exactly who it is for a moment..."

The other person, however, did not find him unfamiliar.

"Ze Zhe, stop thinking, let's go, let's go."

"Otherwise, we'll miss the Little Ancestor's lecture!"

Seeing that Zhou Ze Zhe was still puzzled, seemingly lost in thought.

Zhou Ze Xu grabbed Zhou Ze Zhe and pulled him towards the mist.

"Besides, this mist is a barrier set up by the Old Ancestor; outsiders who are not Zhou Family Cultivators absolutely cannot enter."

"That's true..."

The two figures disappeared into the mist, leaving only two slowly fading voices echoing outside the mist.

Inside the mist.

On Gui Zhou Island.

The figure with the long sword on his back landed on the ground.

Gui Zhou Island was no longer the Gui Zhou Island of before; its area was immeasurably larger than before.

Zhou Liye slowly descended.

As soon as he stood still.

A sense of peace arose spontaneously from the bottom of his heart.

This was the feeling of coming home... Zhou Liye's eyes were a little moist.

Looking at the world around him, following the guidance in his heart, Zhou Liye took a step and headed towards the central direction.

Along the way, all kinds of sights fell into his eyes and into his heart.

Those figures dressed in Zhou Family attire either had the same Bloodline flowing within them as he did, or harbored the same thoughts in their hearts as he did.

On this vast island, they converged into a powerful force standing at the pinnacle of this world.

All of this filled Zhou Liye with pride and excitement.

However, more than that, he felt ashamed.

He had played no part in any of this.

He seemed to have never contributed anything to it.

He traveled on.

Along the way, Members of the Zhou Family he encountered paused slightly and saluted Zhou Liye.

However, after Zhou Liye left.

A question arose in their hearts simultaneously.

Who exactly was this elder in the Clan, Zhou Liye, whose face looked somewhat familiar but didn't match anyone they knew?

However, this doubt did not last long.

After all, the Zhou Family was too large.

Even Cultivators, with their extraordinary memory.

Still couldn't remember every single person in the Family.

Below Qingyang Peak.

Zhou Liye's emotions became anxious again.

He paused.

Zhou Liye let out a long breath.

He made up his mind.

He started walking up Qingyang Peak.

"Lightning arts are domineering and fierce, destroying all things, yet they can also be upright and peaceful, containing vitality..."

As he passed an open-air training ground.

Zhou Liye's heart stirred, and he looked towards the training ground.

There, a purple figure sat cross-legged.

The purple figure slowly spoke, and dark purple lightning flickered around his body.

This dark purple lightning intertwined fierceness and peace, as if they had fused together.

The lightning transformed, changing in countless ways.

Below the training ground.

Figures sat upright and attentive.

Some frowned, others suddenly saw the light.

Zhou Ze Xu and Zhou Ze Zhe, who had been eagerly anticipating the Little Ancestor's lecture, had, after all, arrived late.

"Xiutong..."

Zhou Liye's gaze fell from afar on the dark purple figure on the training ground.

A name surfaced in his mind.

He knew this was his elder brother's granddaughter, the most outstanding junior of the Zhou Family.

He watched silently for a moment.

Only then did Zhou Liye continue forward.

At this moment.

On the training ground, Zhou Xiutong glanced at Zhou Liye's departing back.

"Could that be... Second Uncle...?"

Zhou Xiutong thought of a portrait she had seen.

It was painted by her grandfather back then.

The person in the painting was precisely a resolute and stubborn young man with a long sword on his back.

Zhou Xiutong's heart trembled.

When she looked again, Zhou Liye's figure had already disappeared.

And with many Disciples still present below the training ground, she could not just leave.

Zhou Xiutong paused, then continued to speak.

Her voice slowly spread out.

A moment later.

Two young figures rushed anxiously to the training ground, found a spot outside the crowd, and sat down cross-legged.

"Ze Zhe, I told you we'd be late..."

Zhou Ze Xu sighed softly, a little troubled.

He wished they had set off earlier.

"Young man, don't worry about spilled spiritual tea."

Zhou Ze Zhe, however, was very open-minded.

He comforted Zhou Ze Xu.

"You always have a point, no matter what."

Zhou Ze Xu muttered.

Then he no longer distracted himself and immersed himself in the words of the dark purple figure on the stage.

On the other side.

Zhou Liye continued upwards.

Finally, not long after.

Zhou Liye stopped.

Ahead.

There was a building, not tall but extremely solemn.

Above it, there was a plaque.

"Ancestral Temple..."

Zhou Liye's heart trembled.

But not just because of this.

Also because.

In front of this Ancestral Temple, stood a woman in a moon-white long dress.

Behind the woman, a ribbon fluttered.

At this moment.

The woman turned around.

It was a face he was extremely familiar with.

"Second Brother."

Zhou Liyue's eyes were extremely complex, and she spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Liye's expression stiffened.

Back in the Lower Realm, Zhou Liyue never called him Second Brother; she always called him by his name.

Only when he angered her would she address him as Second Brother.

This address represented distance.

"Liyue..."

Zhou Liye's heart ached, but he did not try to explain anything.

Silence.

Zhou Liye lowered his head slightly, not daring to look directly into Zhou Liyue's eyes.

In the sky, immortal cranes flew, and spiritual birds sang together.

There were a total of one hundred and twenty-six types of spiritual birds, and they sang in unison thirty-five thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven times.

"Go see Father, Mother, Eldest Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Sister..."

Zhou Liyue stepped aside.

Behind her, the door of the Zhou Family Ancestral Temple slowly opened.

In the very center, at the top, what was revealed to Zhou Liye's eyes were two portraits.

One person stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a green robe, with a gentle and slightly smiling expression, his hands clasped behind his back, a golden halo rising and falling behind him, a three-foot magic sword circling around him, his figure ethereal.

On the other portrait, a gentle woman was depicted; her eyes seemed to be looking at the ethereal man beside her, and also seemed to be looking at herself.

Zhou Liye's heart suddenly ached.

His eyes were already blurred, and the world was dim.

"Father, Mother, your unfilial son has returned..."