"Let the old friends remain. Everyone else, withdraw."
Chen Nianzhi nodded and waved again, signaling everyone to leave.
The Chen Clan Dao Lords departed, leaving behind only some of Chen Nianzhi's old friends.
Chen Nianzhi looked around at those who remained, unable to suppress a surge of emotion.
The Dao Lords who had stayed were all his old friends from years past, seated in order throughout the great hall.
The one seated closest beside him was naturally Chen Changxuan. That went without saying.
The first person on his right was Chen Nianchuan. After ten thousand years apart, Chen Nianchuan still wore a black robe. His features were extraordinarily handsome, immortal radiance overflowing from his body, as though he possessed an exceptional divinity.
"It has been many years since we last met. Elder Cousin, you have already forged the foundation of Da Luo."
Looking at Chen Nianchuan, Chen Nianzhi could not help but praise him.
Among the prodigies of the Purple Yin Realm in those days, if Chen Nianzhi's talent and comprehension were unparalleled throughout the ages, and Jiang Linglong's innate gifts astonished all eternity, then Chen Nianchuan's perseverance and determination were without precedent and would never be surpassed.
Now, after ten thousand years apart, Chen Nianchuan had already cultivated the Dao Fruits of Buddhism, Daoism, and Devilish cultivation, carving out an alternative path to Da Luo.
Chen Nianchuan nodded and said calmly, "So-called immortals and devils are merely a single thought apart."
"I still remember that you were the one who guided me in this back then."
Chen Nianchuan spoke faintly, then gave Chen Nianzhi a slight bow.
Chen Nianzhi nodded. Had he not pointed out the path through the mist, Chen Nianchuan might not have comprehended this road.
Thinking of this, Chen Nianzhi nodded. "Buddhism is originally Dao; immortals