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'Maybe it's time to contact them,' Noah thought while flying through the Immortal Lands with his pack.

An inscribed notebook appeared in his grasp, and Noah chose which words to use to announce his return carefully.

'I'm back in the human domain,' Noah eventually sent through the inscribed notebook. 'I should reach the other side in a few decades.'

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Divine Demon took a sip from his jug before shooting a lazy glance at the fight happening in front of him. A pack of dragons was fighting against rank 7 cultivators in the liquid stage, but the battle was quite dull to watch.

'I've done this for millennia already,' Divine Demon thought. 'Maybe it's time to cause a mess and force them to clean it up. They won't reach the solid stage with this training anyway.'