Bab 2245: 1001, the Heavenly Transformation Altar, one year is equivalent to thousands of years

Sister Mu Wan and the old friends from the Nine Mystic Sword-Pavilion in the Desolate Wilderness arrived, which thrilled Han Muye's heart.

Throughout countless years of cultivation, even though he had seen numerous fellow cultivators fall, he kept moving forward step by step and finally reached the absolute summit of the world.

Once upon a time, he dreamed of climbing to the pinnacle of cultivation to survey the endless landscapes, but only on this day did he truly understand the difficulties of cultivation.

Fortunately, these companions by his side were all still there.

"Junior Sister, from now on, we shall journey together," Han Muye said softly as he reached out and took Mu Wan's hand.

Those words made Mu Wan's eyes well up with tears.

She had waited countless years for that sentence.

For countless years, she had only looked up to Han Muye, determined never to be a burden to him.