Aside from that, in everyone’s eyes, no one knew the origins of Evan Yang or the beast-transforming allies and forces backing him. When they investigated Evan Yang, they found nothing—no one knew where he came from.
After the turmoil, things quieted down again. The so-called map holders never appeared, and Evan Yang had no idea what was happening outside—he was still inside the Immortal Pill Realm.
It wasn’t until a thousand years later—after twenty years had passed outside—that Evan Yang finally woke from cultivation in the Immortal Pill Realm. He saw a spatial crack outside, a rare opportunity, since such cracks weren’t always available.
Not only that, spatial cracks would merge and disappear after a certain time. That’s why Evan Yang spent twenty years searching for an opening in space. Now, he just needed to control the Sky-Piercing Tower and enter it.
Before the spatial crack merged, Evan Yang’s Sky-Piercing Tower had already exited.
Then he stepped out of the Tower and put it away. “Talk about luck,” Evan Yang laughed. After all, he’d drifted through the spatial crack network for twenty years before finding this chance.
If he hadn’t been lucky, the crack would have vanished again. Evan Yang decided to send out his divine sense to see where he was, but something strange happened—his divine sense could only reach a limited distance. The environment restricted him, and there was a faint mist.
“This place feels kind of familiar.” Evan Yang frowned, realizing he’d been here before.
Just then, Evan Yang saw people fighting not far away, but it was as if they couldn’t see him.
“So these two must’ve broken the spatial crack.” Evan Yang chuckled, but he was puzzled. Their strength was only at the Spirit-Wandering Realm—how could they open a crack? He continued to observe, curious.
One side mocked, "Blue Clan, stop struggling. Just surrender already."
"Surrender to you? Dream on! The Salvation Alliance will never submit! No matter how strong you are, so what? If you’ve got the guts, kill us all!" another person snorted.
That person looked familiar to Evan Yang. It wasn’t until the end that he realized—it was Benson Blue, from the Blue Clan. Could it be he’d returned to his original planet? Evan Yang was surprised and uncertain.
Benson Blue was forced back, retreating step by step and about to lose. Evan Yang stepped in—with a casual wave of his hand, he sent the attacker flying.
Seeing this, Benson Blue was shocked, looking around to see who had helped him. Evan Yang walked over, and only when he came into view did Benson gratefully ask, "Senior, who are you?"
At that moment, Evan Yang was using a different face, so he knew Benson wouldn’t recognize him. He changed back to his original appearance, and when that unforgettable face appeared before Benson, Benson was stunned: "It’s you!"
"That’s right," Evan Yang said with a smile.
"Didn’t you leave with that person?" Benson Blue couldn’t believe it.
"I’ll explain in a bit. What’s going on here?" Evan Yang pointed at the wounded man struggling to stand.
"Don’t let him escape—he’s a lackey!" Benson Blue stepped forward and finished off the wounded man.
Evan Yang did not interfere—he was just curious why the Blue Clan still had enemies here.
After finishing off his enemy, Benson Blue was still in disbelief—a powerful cultivator had been overpowered so effortlessly by Evan Yang. Just how strong was he?
Seeing Benson Blue’s strange expression, Evan Yang asked directly, "Where is this place?"
"Death Crystal Field," Benson Blue replied.
"How did you end up here?" Evan Yang asked, surprised.
"It’s a long story. Do you know where my ancestor is?" Benson Blue asked, suspicious.
"Almost forgot—hold on," Evan Yang said. He released two people from the Sky-Piercing Tower: one was Lance Blue, the other was his partner.
When Benson Blue saw Lance Blue, he greeted him respectfully, "Ancestor."
Lance Blue saw Benson Blue and, as he spoke, looked at Evan Yang in disbelief. "We’re back?"
"What do you think?" Evan Yang smiled.
"You really pulled it off. Looks like we’re truly back. Good—I've always wanted to bring her home, and this time you made it happen for me." Lance Blue said with a smile.
Benson Blue looked awkward, unsure how to address the woman—judging from Lance Blue’s words, she seemed to have an unusual relationship with him.
Seeing Benson Blue’s expression, Lance Blue laughed, "She’s my wife. From now on, you should call her Grand Ancestor."
"Grand Ancestor." Benson Blue heard Lance Blue’s words and didn’t dare disobey, quickly greeting her with respect.
The woman said awkwardly, "Don’t joke around."
"I’m not joking. If I’m right, this should be the Death Crystal Field on our planet. On my home world, I really do have a clan—didn’t I tell you before?" Lance Blue said with a smile.
"Really?" the woman asked, surprised and uncertain.
Lance Blue was about to boast, but Benson Blue awkwardly interrupted, "Grand Ancestor, I’m afraid the Blue Clan doesn’t have that kind of power anymore."
Interrupted at his moment of pride, Lance Blue looked a bit displeased. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"Something happened decades ago. Out of nowhere, a group of extremely powerful outsiders arrived. Each one was far stronger than any of us, and they wanted to control the continent. That’s why we had to retreat to the Death Crystal Field—only here are we relatively safe." Benson Blue explained.
"What? Outsiders arrived?" Lance Blue knew all too well that there were countless powerful cultivators beyond this planet—the Spirit-Wandering experts here were no match at all.
Evan Yang was startled at the news. All his friends were still on the planet—could they have gotten caught up in this disaster too? He quickly asked, "What about the others across the continent?"
Benson Blue explained the whole situation to them.
It turned out that decades ago, a group of outsiders arrived. Seeing this planet, they wanted to take it for themselves, so they sent their own people to seize control of various families. Eventually, they even tried to dominate the Blue Clan, Hawke Clan, Dugald Family, and all the other major clans.
Of course, none of the major clans wanted to be ruled by outsiders. At first, they resisted, but the casualties were severe—their strength was no match for the invaders, and even united, they stood no chance.
In the end, everyone had no choice but to retreat to the Death Crystal Field. There, they merged with the Free Alliance to form the Great Alliance, established solely to protect the continent.
Inside the Death Crystal Field, divine sense is restricted, so the outsiders didn’t dare act rashly. Instead, they kept sending controlled agents to harass the Great Alliance.
Lance Blue finally understood, his expression changing drastically—he hadn’t expected such upheaval on the planet. Evan Yang, meanwhile, couldn’t wait and pressed, "What about the Shadowhand Guild? Where are my friends?"
"You mean your friends? They’re here in the Great Alliance too. The whole continent is under threat, so we issued a public call: anyone who wants to stand with the Alliance should come. That’s why the Shadowhand Guild members all joined us," Benson Blue explained.
Hearing Benson Blue’s answer, Evan Yang felt a bit relieved, but he still wasn’t fully at ease—he feared that those with weaker cultivation had suffered losses. After all, migrating to the Death Crystal Field meant facing plenty of attacks along the way.