He traveled down the Vast Sea and soon arrived in the Netherworld Underworld, where he met Qing Yin Patriarch, whom he had not seen for many years.
After all these years apart, Qing Yin Patriarch had become increasingly different from how he had been before.
He now wore a robe of azure imperial grandeur and a Netherworld Emperor Crown upon his head. Netherworld aura coiled around him, making him seem as imposing as a Netherworld Emperor Lord.
Upon seeing Chen Nianzhi, Qing Yin Patriarch smiled. "In merely ten thousand years apart, I find myself increasingly unable to see through you."
Chen Nianzhi nodded, then said seriously, "With Netherworld aura shrouding your body, Patriarch, you already possess something of an underworld lord's bearing."
"Not at all."
Qing Yin Patriarch sighed and said with a bitter smile, "Relying on the protection of calamity fortune, this old man barely survived several death tribulations."
"But when the next death tribulation comes, I fear I will be unable to withstand it."
Chen Nianzhi could not help but frown slightly at this.
Back then, Qing Yin Patriarch had switched to the path of ghost immortals. He had fashioned an incomplete Netherworld Underworld in the Purple Yin Realm and received the incense offerings of the entire realm. His cultivation could be said to have soared by leaps and bounds.
Although he had yet to become an immortal, his strength had already reached the near-immortal realm. He was only a single step away from breaking through to become a ghost immortal. In a certain sense, Qing Yin Patriarch was perhaps the foremost figure in the Purple Yin Realm today.
Yet when ghost cultivators cultivated in the realm of the living, they faced a minor tribulation every three hundred years, a great tribulation every thousand years, and a death