Fang Chen looked at the old man before him and cupped his hands respectfully. "Senior Ghost, it's been a long time!"
The white-haired old man was the Ghost Realm Spirit. Of course, the one standing before Fang Chen was only a Realm Spirit Clone.
"Daoist Friend Fang Chen, it's been a long time. Have you really returned?"
The Ghost Realm Spirit Clone gazed at Fang Chen, unable to contain his excitement. He knew Fang Chen had set out on the Heaven-Stealing Path with the clones of the Black Phoenix Immortal King and the Nether Prison Immortal King. More than thirty thousand years had passed without a word from them.
Yet now Fang Chen stood before him. He was so astonished that he wondered if he was seeing things.
Fang Chen nodded gently to the Ghost Realm Spirit Clone. "Yes, I'm back!"
"Hahaha! Wonderful, wonderful!"
The Ghost Realm Spirit Clone burst out laughing, then could not help asking, "Did you manage to steal..."
He stopped abruptly, glanced up at the sky as though wary of something, and said, "This isn't a good place to talk. Come back to the Ghost Realm with me, and we'll speak there!"
"All right!"
Fang Chen nodded to the Realm Spirit Clone.
The Ghost Realm Spirit Clone turned and raised a hand, lightly touching the void before him with one thin finger.
At his touch, the void rippled like water struck by a pebble. Rings spread outward from his fingertip, growing deeper and brighter until they gathered into a Silver-White doorway.
Soft light flowed along its edges. The scene beyond was blurred, but the outlines of buildings and a warm glow were faintly visible, utterly unlike the oppressive dark-red daylight of the Land of Ending.
The Ghost Realm Spirit Clone stepped aside to clear the doorway