Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1387: Return from the Rift

They could only rely on themselves.

It was once believed that if they were still alive, they’d return in at most a year. But two years had passed with no sign of them, and many had nearly assumed they’d perished in the rift.

"Peak Master, is it really true that martial aunt and martial uncle have returned?" A disciple couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

"There’s no doubt!" Wigilia Han carefully examined the traces at the scene again.

The more he looked, the more convinced he became—Amalia had returned.

However, one thing struck him as odd. At the ruined battleground, there were only blade marks and no traces of sword strikes.

Could it be that only Martial Aunt had made a move, and Martial Uncle had not?

Or had the two of them separated, and Amalia had acted alone?

"In any case, pass this news back to the sect. Let everyone know that Martial Aunt has come back."

"What about Martial Uncle?" a disciple noted that the Peak Master had only mentioned one of them.

Wigilia Han hesitated slightly. "If the sect asks, tell them only Amalia’s battle traces were found. Perhaps Martial Uncle didn’t engage in combat. Xiao Lin, take a few people back to Miststone City and spread the word. I’ll stay here with the rest to search the area and see if we can find your Ancestor Masters."

"Yes, Peak Master," Xiao Lin promptly selected a few junior brothers and quickly departed.

Amalia was unaware that people from the Green Lotus Sect had arrived.

As for why Elder Yen Mah had left the Eternal One Sect all those years ago, and what he might have discovered, no one knew anymore.

No one in the Tau clan knew either—what secrets had the old ancestor concealed back then?

Now, they had already left the Eternal One Sect and had been branded traitors.

From now on, they could only hide temporarily within the devil battlefield.

"The devil battlefield is full of danger. I’ve heard that wars are breaking out everywhere again. Hiding within it isn’t a good choice. If you’re drawn into the chaos, your entire bloodline may be wiped out," Timothy Tau warned.

Amalia believed about eighty percent of Timothy Tau’s words.

Her master and Master Lian had once spoken of the eighth blade of the Eight Gods Blades, its terrifying power.

If Elder Yen Mah had never even touched the threshold of that blade, how would her master and Master Lian have known about it?

That alone was enough to prove that the Elder Yen Mah had already developed the eighth blade.

Yet, to this day, the Eternal One Sect still didn’t have the manual for the eighth blade.

They were still desperately searching for it, proving that Elder Yen Mah had been unwilling to pass it on—whether to the sect or to anyone else.

For a cultivator to create such a devastatingly powerful blade technique was an achievement few ever reached in their lifetimes—enough to be proud of, enough to earn eternal fame.

But Elder Yen Mah had hidden it, never passing it down.

If he had released it, perhaps when people next spoke of the strongest in the way of the blade, his name would have been among them.

However, he didn’t. He withheld a technique capable of bringing catastrophic destruction.

Amalia was willing to believe that such a far-sighted, noble cultivator had been a good man.

"That’s why we plan to head north in the devil battlefield. Many demonic beast reside there, and neither humans nor devils go there easily. Plus, it’s far from the south," Timothy Tau said.

Amalia caught something. "The south? I remember there isn’t much in the south. Did something happen in the past two years?"

Timothy Tau was briefly stunned. "You doesn’t know?" He had assumed her reappearance meant she was here because of what had happened in the south.

Amalia replied, "I just returned from a very distant place."

Upon hearing this, Timothy Tau understood. He also knew about the matter of Copperstone Region. The "distant place" Amalia mentioned was very likely another dimension.

"In the past, everyone believed the southern region was barren, so neither the human race nor the devils were willing to go there—until a few months ago, when a powerful aura suddenly erupted from the south."

"Our Tau clan was only able to leave the Eternal One Sect and enter the devil battlefield thanks to that surge of energy. Otherwise, Sect Leader Mao might not have let us go. That aura appeared at the so-called Immortal Fall in the south."

Amalia frowned slightly. "Immortal Fall? Based from the name, it seemed it was a place where Immortal Realm powerhouses fell?"

Timothy Tau shook his head. "No. It’s land formed from the crash after the Immortal Realm shattered. It’s said to be closely related to the formation of the devil battlefield. Doesn’t you find the devil battlefield to be an unbelievable miracle? Even if those ancient powerhouses from ten thousand years ago were immensely powerful, was it truly possible for them to create such a vast battleground?"

Indeed, Amalia had wondered before how immense the power needed to create the devil battlefield must have been.

However, she had never thought it would be related to the Immortal Realm—and even more unexpectedly, to the very Immortal Realm fragments she was searching for.

"What exactly happened?"

Timothy Tau explained, "After the Immortal Realm shattered, some of its fragments crashed into the eastern part of the Mystic Void Continent. Even in pieces, the Immortal Realm was once the Immortal Realm. The overlap of the two dimensions caused space here to become unstable. Later, when the devils invaded, the powerhouses of Mystic Void used the fragments of the Immortal Realm to isolate the eastern part from the rest of the continent, forming the devil battlefield. Without that power, it would’ve been impossible for them to seal off such a massive region."

"And how is that connected to the Immortal Fall you mentioned? Could it be that most of the power from those Immortal Realm fragments is concentrated in the south?"