Eloah

Yan Zaizen's embrace subconsciously grew tighter. Before he could get a good look at this spirit in his arms, a light erupted and her figure faded as it entered his soul.

Realizing that the soft feeling from earlier was no more, he chuckled softly, he didn't even care about how she followed him. He realized she was injured by this action and he had some thoughts on the matter. However, none of it mattered now.

Glancing at the closed spatial tunnel, he couldn't help but feel slightly depressed. Unless his cultivation base reached a point where he could travel the heavens freely, he wouldn't be able to go back home...would he? He would have to wait thirty-three thousand years.

Screw that!

He internally decided to build his heavenly shrine of spacetime, use his abilities and return! No one, NO ONE will decide what he does or where he will be any longer!