"It's finally time to go back."
Across the vast land, a peculiarly ancient, immense array stood proudly, its pathways intricately woven from countless peach branches.
These peach branches, tempered by the ages and baptized by life, had transcended their ordinary forms. They intertwined, forming a mysterious order, as if resonating with life and the Dao.
In the center of the array, Tao Guyun stood quietly, his eyes slightly closed, focusing his entire being on guiding the power within him to the Array Patterns beneath his feet. These patterns, like awakened veins, flickered softly, resembling the earth's bloodlines, pulsating with vitality.
At each node of this grand array, members of the Taogong Clan stood, their foreheads bulging and their bodies radiating a natural aura. They fed their power into the Array Patterns beneath their feet, as streams of pure energy flowed continuously into the array.
