Boom!
The immortal stone crashed down, carrying the slumbering Lord Sorrow-Seal into the bottomless Black Dragon Pool.
Chen Nianzhi quietly watched it all without doing anything further. Everyone had their own fate and karmic ties; he could only lend a helping hand, not play a decisive role.
Whether Lord Sorrow-Seal could ultimately emerge from this ordeal depended on his own fortune.
With that thought, Chen Nianzhi stopped dwelling on it and continued wandering aimlessly between heaven and earth.
Ten thousand years had passed, and the Purple Yin Realm had changed beyond recognition. Most of the people and scenes from the past were gone, and Chen Nianzhi felt increasingly lonely.
Chen Nianzhi simply set aside his thoughts. While personally teaching Chen Xianling, he took him across the magnificent rivers and mountains of the Purple Yin Realm, witnessing countless wonders of heaven and earth along the way. It was a carefree life indeed.
Thus, time slipped away in the blink of an eye, and sixty years passed.
"Spirit Isle Lake, I'm back."
That day, two figures arrived from beyond Qingyuan Mountain.
The first possessed peerless grace and wore robes as white as snow. It was Chen Nianzhi himself.
The latter stood tall and straight, with a gentle, jade-like bearing. He resembled a refined young master amid the dusty mortal world, yet there was a faint sharpness in his eyes. He was Chen Xianling's reincarnated body.
Looking at Spirit Isle Lake before him, Chen Nianzhi sighed softly before saying, "This will be the place where you cultivate in seclusion from now on. Cultivate well here."
"Xianling understands."
Chen Xianling nodded. After glancing at Spirit Isle Lake, he could not help looking at Chen Nianzhi again. "You brought me back this time because you are returning to the Immortal Realm?"
"Soon."
Chen Nianzhi nodded,