"Ah, the years!"
Chen Nianzhi sighed, then stepped forward and sat across from his old granduncle.
Beneath the ancient tree, one old and one young played chess in silence.
Both understood that this would be their last game of chess in the mortal world. When they next met, perhaps it would no longer be in this lifetime.
After an unknown length of time, Chen Changxuan set down a chess piece and shook his head with a bitter smile. "After all these years, this old man is still no match for you. It seems I will never have another chance to defeat you in this life."
"Old Granduncle..."
Chen Nianzhi's heart trembled violently. After a long while, he said, "Why not ascend with me? Perhaps there will still be a chance for you to become an immortal in the Immortal Realm."
"There is no need for that!"
Chen Changxuan shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "My divine soul is bound to the Infernal Flame Sea. If I leave it, more than half of my life's cultivation will dissipate."
"Rather than ascending to the Immortal Realm, I would be better off remaining in the Purple Yin Realm, building up some foundation for cultivation and giving my next life a few more chances of becoming an immortal."
"Besides, ascension is difficult enough. If I bring me along, I fear it will become even more troublesome."
Chen Nianzhi's expression darkened slightly at those words. He understood that Chen Changxuan was not without reason.
For immortals to ascend, they needed to invoke the Immortal Realm's guiding immortal light. That light crossed countless worlds to guide immortals into ascension, and in theory, no accidents should occur.
Yet the guiding immortal light was incomparably domineering, capable of bringing an immortal into the Immortal Realm