Evan Yang had already made up his mind. With more than nine hundred years ahead, although he missed his father deeply, he could only delay for now. After all, his current strength could not break through that barrier. As for Patriarch Raymond Yang's demand that he do so, Evan was furious, but there was nothing he could do. Raymond was, after all, his father's father, and his own strength was useless in this matter.
As Evan was lost in thought, Lydia Yang and the Wine Beggar caught up behind him.
Seeing them follow, Evan asked curiously, "Why are you here?"
"We don't feel comfortable letting you go alone. We're planning to train with you outside and return in nine hundred years," said the Wine Beggar.
"Train with me outside? Is this your idea, or the Patriarch's?" Since entering, Evan had sensed a shift in their attitude toward the Patriarch. Previously, both the Wine Beggar and Lydia Yang resented Raymond, but now that feeling was gone, replaced by a hint of understanding.
"Of course it's our idea. Him? After the way he treated you, do you think he'd let us leave?" The Wine Beggar knew that only by saying this could Evan be pushed to grow stronger.
Lydia Yang felt a bit uneasy, but she knew she had to agree with the Wine Beggar. Otherwise, Evan would have trouble advancing.
After looking at their expressions, Evan thought it over and decided to bring them along. Maybe they'd be helpful. After all, he was heading to his old homeland, and he still didn't know what had happened there. But he was certain that once he left the Yang Clan, plenty of people would follow him—and he'd need helpers to protect his friends.
"Alright, fine. But if you follow me, it'll be exhausting," Evan said with a smile.
"Tired or not, wherever you go, we'll go," Lydia Yang replied with a smile.
Evan Yang nodded, looking at these two relatives. Even though they hadn’t fully acknowledged each other yet, he already considered them important. After all, everything they’d done for him was unforgettable.
So Evan brought them along, stepping off the fiery red planet and heading toward other planets. Eventually, they arrived at the area Evan had first entered. “How do we get out?” Evan asked curiously. “To enter or leave, you need an Access Pass. Wait here, I’ll go ask Steward Lewis to send one over,” said the Wine Beggar, who hadn’t expected Evan to leave so soon and hadn’t gotten the pass yet.
Evan nodded and waited. While waiting, he asked, “Who can actually issue these Access Passes?”
“The only people qualified are a few stewards—like Steward Lewis—and several elders. No one else can,” explained the Wine Beggar.
“So how do you use the pass?” Evan wondered, since there were no signs connecting this place to anywhere else.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” said the Wine Beggar.
Evan could only wait. Meanwhile, in Terry Yang’s home, Victor Yang received news that Evan and his two companions were already standing on the Yang Clan’s external platform and exclaimed, “Strange, what are those three up to?”
“Dad, what’s going on?” Terry Yang asked curiously.
“It looks like Evan, your aunt, and your uncle are preparing to leave,” Victor Yang said, frowning.
“Leave? Leave for what? Didn’t Grandpa say he’d recognize Evan as his grandson? Why is he letting them leave now?” Terry felt something was off.
“I’d like to know too. What did your grandfather do to them, that they’re leaving so soon?” Victor Yang wondered aloud.
Terry’s mother hadn’t spoken the whole time, until a Transmission Stone rang. Its contents shocked her.
“What’s wrong?” Victor Yang asked.
“Just now, Dad gathered all the elders and delivered a brief message,” Terry’s mother replied.
“What message could surprise you so much?” Victor Yang asked, and Terry was also curious why the three were suddenly leaving and why the Patriarch had called the elders to meet.
“The message is, Dad has acknowledged Evan as a member of the Yang Clan,” she said, with an expression of disbelief.
“And what else?” Victor Yang pressed.
“He also told the elders that, nine hundred years from now, he’ll bring Evan to the Heaven‑Battling Clan Tournament,” Terry’s mother said, taking a deep breath.
Terry and Victor were both stunned, especially Terry, who protested, “Impossible! Grandpa promised I’d go. There’s no way he’d let that kid go instead!”
“Grandpa did promise you’d go, but he’s sending Evan too. So both of you will represent the Yang Clan,” Terry’s mother said.
“How can this be?” Terry exclaimed in shock.
“No matter what, this is a sign—my father is starting to value that kid. That’s a bad omen. We have to get rid of him,” Victor Yang said.
“Yeah, looks like we’ll have to send some people out. They’ll trail those three, and if there’s a chance, deal with all of them outside,” Terry’s mother said coldly.
Victor Yang drew a sharp breath. “Deal with the other two as well?”
“Of course. Don’t forget how they’ve always treated our family. If we don’t eliminate them and Evan, we’ll have endless trouble later,” Terry’s mother explained.
Victor Yang nodded. “Alright, let’s get rid of those two as well.”
“As for you, Terry, in these nine hundred years, you must cultivate hard in the Star Sea! Show your grandfather you’re just as good as him!” Terry’s mother said.
“Got it, Mom.” After this incident, Terry knew he had no choice but to train, especially since Raymond Yang’s attitude toward Evan was starting to overshadow his own.
While Evan waited, he also gave Victor and his wife’s men enough time to prepare. When Steward Lewis arrived with a Command Token, he said to the three, “You’d better be careful. Outside, you’ll definitely run into all kinds of trouble you never expected.”
“Got it, Steward Lewis. We’re heading out,” said the Wine Beggar. Then, under Evan’s instructions, he infused Immortal Essence into the token. A moment later, a halo of light enveloped the three, and they vanished.
After the three disappeared, Steward Lewis glanced around and then left. Once he was gone, another group appeared, used a token, and a halo of light enveloped them—they vanished as well.
Watching them disappear, Steward Lewis muttered to himself, “Which faction are these people from?” Curious about their identities, he flashed away and finally found Raymond Yang.
Raymond Yang was pacing helplessly, deep in thought, when Steward Lewis rushed back to him.
“How did it go?” Raymond Yang asked.
“All three have left,” Steward Lewis replied.
“Understood. Did you notice anything suspicious?” Raymond Yang asked.
“Suspicious? There was another group. I don’t know who they were, but they vanished right after them,” Steward Lewis said.
Raymond Yang pondered for a moment and said, “I see.”
“Should we help them?” Steward Lewis asked worriedly.
“No need. If they can’t survive this, what will they do in the future? Besides, it’s a good opportunity for him to toughen up,” Raymond Yang replied.
Seeing that the Patriarch had made up his mind, Steward Lewis said nothing more and simply waited nearby.
Meanwhile, Evan and his two companions had already left. After flying for some time, Lydia Yang asked curiously, “Where are you planning to go next?”
“I’m heading to my old plane,” Evan replied.
“What? You’re going to the lower plane?” Lydia Yang exclaimed, and the Wine Beggar looked shocked as well.
Evan nodded. “That’s right, I’m going to the lower plane.”
“That’s extremely difficult—even Emperors rarely dare to travel to other planes,” Lydia Yang said, astonished.
“I have a way, but I still need to find the passage first,” Evan said.
“You’re really set on this?” Lydia Yang asked.
Evan nodded. “That’s right, I’ve already made up my mind.”
“If that’s the case, we’ll go with you,” said the Wine Beggar.
“I’ll go with you too,” Lydia Yang said.
Seeing both of them willing to join him, Evan had no objections. He said, “Let’s go find the entrance to the plane.”
So the three began searching for the entrance. After a few days, they reached the place where people entered and exited the planes. Guards watched over the area, and many people were coming and going—each headed to different planes, all of them powerful.
When they saw Evan, it was as if they were watching a weakling walk in. They were curious—wasn’t Evan afraid of dying?
“Where to?” a guard asked.
“To the Blue Plane,” Evan replied.
“The Blue Plane? That’s a tiny plane. Are you sure you want to go?” the guard asked suspiciously.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Evan replied.
“In that case, each person needs to pay ten million Immortal Source,” the guard said.
“We have to pay for this?” Evan asked in surprise.
“Of course. Did you think it was free? Even if you’re going to die, you still have to pay,” the guard replied.
The Wine Beggar had already taken out thirty million. “Here’s thirty million top-grade,” he said.
Seeing a beggar produce so much money, the guard looked surprised, but quickly regained his composure. “Alright, you can go in,” he said.
The three walked inside, and soon a dark area appeared before them. “Is it through this dark area to reach the Blue Plane?” Evan asked.
The Wine Beggar nodded. “That’s right, just walk through.”
“But these are tiny spatial rifts. You’re only an Immortal Lord,” Lydia Yang said worriedly.
“It’s fine. What about you two? You should be okay, right?” Evan asked.
“If nothing unexpected happens, we should be fine,” said the Wine Beggar.