The Ninth Floor's main hall.
Su Yi stood before the black tortoise shell, which was about a zhang wide, and casually took out another jade slip.
On this jade slip were written the words, "Eternal Spring and Autumn."
An image involuntarily surfaced in Su Yi's mind: a slovenly old Daoist standing proudly atop a mountain cliff swept by wind and snow, one hand behind his back.
With his other hand, he held up the sky!
Ye Chunqiu.
One of the Daoist giants at the pinnacle of the Immortal Path. In the battle he had taken the greatest pride in throughout his life, he had stood atop Wind and Snow Cliff, held up the sky with one hand, and suppressed and slain three Demon Emperors of the Eternal Demon Domain!
That battle had won everlasting peace for the Eighth Heavenly Pass of the Immortal Realm!
"I wonder whether that old sloven is dead or alive..."
A strange emotion welled up in Su Yi's heart.
Long ago, Ye Chunqiu had been enemies with Wang Ye for eight thousand years. Ye Chunqiu had lost more often than he won.
Eight thousand years later, Ye Chunqiu had never won again.
Wang Ye gave him a jug of wine, and with a smile, they buried their grudges. From then on, the two became kindred companions who cherished one another on the path of the Great Dao.
In a sense, Wang Ye and Ye Chunqiu, both of whom had set foot upon the pinnacle of the Immortal Path, could truly be considered "Dao friends."
Before long, Su Yi took out another jade slip.
Written upon it was the phrase, "Immortal Path Small Wish."
The corners of Su Yi's lips could not help but curve into an irrepressible smile.
A small wish upon the Immortal Path, great