[The Pure Yang Patriarch gazed at the scene before him. The causes and consequences of the past, the beginning and end of it all, were already clear to him.]
[His lips parted several times, only for the words to die there. For a moment, he did not know what to call the person before him.]
[To call him master felt presumptuous; to call him friend fell short of the years and ties between them.]
["Pure Yang thanks the Dao Venerable."]
[In the end, the other man spoke first and chose a different form of address.]
[Pure Yang had always been proud to the bone.]
[He had cultivated all his life and stood invincible in his age. Even searching the whole world, he could scarcely find a true opponent.]
[He laughed and cursed as he pleased, true to himself in all things. He had ventured through the Deep-Sea Dragon Palace, crossed Western Kunlun, and traveled all over Mount Zhongnan.]
[Later, he glimpsed the secrets of heaven and learned that someone among the younger generation could break through the boundary and ascend. That was also his own sole chance of survival.]
[Though that hope was no more than the faintest thread, he had not hesitated. At the very peak of his cultivation, he resolutely dispersed his Dao and walked a path he would never regret.]
[The Pure Yang True Person had never asked you a thing about your past or your secrets.]
[He was true to himself by nature and sought only a clear conscience in all things.]
[That was why he had been willing to risk the scattering of his soul to help you along your way.]
[Even at the end, he had died without regret.]
[And now, his wish had truly been fulfilled.]
[You looked at the Pure Yang Patriarch