Beneath the Heavenly Gate.
Chong Que solemnly cupped his hands toward the heavens. "Disciple Chong Que pays respects to Master."
He stood tall and imposing, his voice neither servile nor overbearing. At this moment, the aura spilling from his Dao Heart alone seemed to place heaven and earth beneath his feet, utterly at odds with the atmosphere of the Great Violet Luo Heavenly Palace.
His senior brothers and sisters had already been stunned senseless, dumbstruck and agape.
The eldest senior brother of the Great Violet Luo Heavenly Palace felt his heart skip a beat. Why did he inexplicably feel like he was the junior disciple, while Chong Que was the eldest senior brother who had weathered countless storms? They seemed like living beings from entirely different eras.
Yes, exactly—the sense of a gap between eras...!
In the Immortal Firmament, vast Heavenly Might spread out.
Chong Que's bearing remained respectful, yet the calmness and composure radiating from within made him merely gaze quietly at that vast Heavenly Might.
Dao Ancestor Luotian Nan Hua appeared.
A trace of astonishment and unfamiliarity flashed across his face, and his heart jolted. This is Chong Que, the disciple beneath my seat?!
This presence... was extraordinary.
"Chong Que." Nan Hua murmured. Deep satisfaction and relief flickered in his eyes, and even his indifferent gaze became kindly. The more he looked, the more pleased he was.
After being taken to the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory for so many years, a disciple who could emerge from such adversity would surely possess an extraordinary future in the Immortal Dao.
This journey had been a blessing, not a curse. It was good that he had returned.
"This disciple has come to bid farewell to Master."
Chong Que looked calmly at Nan Hua and cupped his hands again. "This disciple is