"Thank you for the reminder, Daoist Friend. We understand."
Hearing Qian Xuande's words, Chen Nianzhi smiled faintly and cupped his hands in thanks.
After Qian Xuande departed, the two stood side by side watching his retreating back. The Void-Refining Immortal shook his head slightly and said, "Though Qian Xuande is an old immortal who has survived one tribulation, he has lost the sharpness to look down upon all heroes."
"Secluding himself atop an immortal mountain and remaining untouched by the affairs of the mortal world may keep him from attracting tribulations, but once a great calamity descends, he will still be unable to evade it."
Chen Nianzhi nodded slightly, somewhat agreeing.
Being mature and prudent was certainly good. Remaining untouched by the affairs of the mortal world might seem carefree and at ease.
Yet immortals were all peerless geniuses who looked down upon the masses. Once they lost that pride capable of swallowing mountains and rivers, even if they attained immortality, they would likely fade into the crowd.
If one wished to go further and become an ancestor among immortals, one ultimately had to contend, sailing upstream against the Long River.
Compared with those immortals of great sects, sheltered by the fortune of mighty powers and living for millions or even tens of millions of years, these immortals who had passed through tribulations were stronger.
They dared to enter tribulations with their very bodies, and only by surviving every kind of calamity could they stand out from the crowd, change their own fate, and aspire to the realms of Earth Immortal and even Heavenly Immortal.
"People differ from one another, and so do their paths."
"For Senior Qian Xuande, perhaps living freely and eternally is already enough for him to be content."
In the end, Chen Nianzhi spoke calmly and