The newcomer wore robes white as snow, seated upright upon a green lotus throne overflowing with immortal radiance, boundless immortal mist swirling around him.
Dao Lord Ming Hao could not make out his supreme true visage. He could only vaguely see that his eyes shone as brilliantly as the stars of the Ninth Heaven, while a silver immortal mark between his brows glowed with dazzling light.
Upon the lotus throne, Chen Nianzhi quietly looked over the people listening to the Dao and could not help but nod slightly.
Nearly ten thousand years had passed since they last met. Many old friends from those days had vanished one after another into the river of time, yet many still lived to this day.
At the very front of the three thousand meditation cushions were thirty-six cushions, upon which sat thirty-six Half-Immortal Patriarchs.
Among these Half-Immortals were quite a few of Chen Nianzhi's old acquaintances.
Among them were the Demon-Subduing Divine Monk, the Lord of Lihuo Palace, Zixiao Dao Lord, the master of the Glazed Palace of the South Sea, and others.
There were also some close companions, such as Ice Chi Demon Ancestor, Ji Daoyan's Dao companion, and Canglangzi, the foremost sword immortal of the East Sea.
There were even more Primordial Spirit Dao Lords seated below the thirty-six cushions.
Ji Daoyan, Fire Daoist Li, Sea-Calming Daoist, Ji Feixue, and the others had all cultivated to the ninth level of the Primordial Spirit.
Nine Rivers Daoist, an old friend from the past; Dao Lord Hao Yuan, once a disciple of Long River Dao Lord; and many other old acquaintances had all cultivated to the late stages of the Primordial Spirit.
"The catastrophe was quelled ten thousand years ago. Those old friends who survived it, so long as they broke through to the