"Bastard, did you visit my Emperor Tomb while I was still asleep?!"
"You mangy dog, don't think I don't know you've had your eye on my private stash for years."
The man and dog had barely exchanged a few touching words upon their reunion before their reminiscences dredged up a history too shameful to look at. Unable to restrain themselves, they started fighting again, throwing the Heavenly Court into a frenzy of flying chickens and leaping dogs.
"Stop fighting, you two. You'll never kill anyone fighting like that."
A voice rang out from beyond the heavens. Both venerables abruptly looked up, only to see purple qi rolling thirty thousand miles, surging majestically from the east. A divine man with loose black hair and crystalline immortal skin rode slowly toward them on a Saint Spirit Dragon Horse. Images of Tai Chi, Yin-Yang, and the Eight Trigrams emerged behind him, interweaving into a chaotic vista of the Dao.
"Holy Master Lin!"
Duan De cried out as though he had seen a ghost, then demanded indignantly, "Which lifetime are you on now? Your vitality is still so vigorous. Have you really achieved feathered ascension?!"
"It hardly counts as Mortal World Immortal Transformation. It's merely false immortality." Lin Xian sighed. This was his fifth lifetime. Though he was only halfway along the red-dust immortal path, the years could no longer leave any trace upon him. He no longer aged in the slightest; instead, he grew younger the longer he lived.
This was because he had constructed a miniature immortal realm within his body. As long as he avoided fierce battles, the longevity substance it produced exceeded the lifespan he consumed.
In theory, Lin Xian could live forever.
"It's the immortal medicines!"
Duan De was the Netherworld Emperor, now embarking upon his seventh lifetime. Though