Chen Shi entered the Dao Enlightenment Temple, seeing a tall Daoist priest walk forward to meet him, accompanied by several officials of the Huaxia Divine Continent.
"Your Majesty the True King propped up the collapsing mansion and swept away the evil miasma of the Western Ox Continent for sixteen thousand years, truly admirable. To see you today, I find you are actually a youth."
That Daoist looked Chen Shi up and down, praising, "Even in the Divine Continent, such an outstanding person is rare."
"Daoist Brother flatters me."
Chen Shi exchanged modest pleasantries, observing the Daoist.
True Man Zhang appeared to be around fifty years old, with a robust physique and thick, black hair tied into a topknot. He wore a patched monastic robe, ragged and mended in many places. He was unkempt, with a messy beard on his face and a few unruly locks of hair at his temples, his voice resonant and powerful.
He clearly stood right there, yet his aura appeared ethereal and elusive.
Chen Shi bowed in gratitude: "I just encountered danger and thank Daoist Brother for stepping in to help, otherwise I surely would have found it difficult to escape."
True Man Zhang smiled: "Merely a matter of lifting a hand. I observed that the True King also cultivates the Way of Yin and Yang, and as this Daoist happens to be proficient in this path, I was able to lend a hand."
Hearing this, Chen Shi was both startled and delighted, feeling much like he had met a kindred spirit: "The True Person also cultivates the Way of Yin and Yang? When I cultivate, people often say that cultivating immortality requires reaching the realm of pure yang—where both primordial spirit and physical body are purely yang—before one can attain immortality. I took a unique