Meng Chuan looked at Dao Venerable Fu Min, resurrected before him and restored to his Peak State, and clapped his hands with a laugh.
"Fellow Daoist, your return is a blessing to the world."
Fu Min felt his body as it was now, brimming with vitality and boundless divine power.
He had not felt this way in a long time. It was utterly different from the aged body he had possessed in his final years.
The years passed, and youth did not return. Even a Dao Venerable's power could not turn back time.
After all, Zhong Yue was the first in the entire Dao Realm Universe to reverse his Houtian nature to Xiantian and gain an endless lifespan.
Restored from decline to vigor, Fu Min was overcome with emotion.
"Your divine abilities are beyond imagining, Fellow Daoist. I fear you have reached a supreme realm beyond my comprehension," Fu Min said.
"I have fallen behind on the path of the Great Dao."
"Then catch up," Meng Chuan said. "I've gone ahead, and I won't stop to wait for you. But will you stop moving forward?"
"Of course not." Fu Min shook his head, countless emotions stirring in his eyes. "The Fuxi are gone. Perhaps I should live as Feng Jiemang once did."
Feng Jiemang was Fu Min in his youth. Apart from the Dao, nothing else had occupied his heart.
Fu Min would not become as fanatical, cold-blooded, and devoid of humanity as Feng Jiemang had been. He had the heart of a Fuxi, after all.
But he could certainly recover the purity of his devotion to the Dao.
Purity mattered greatly.
"The Fuxi aren't gone yet." Smiling, Meng Chuan sent Fu Min the story of all that had happened after his death.
The Fuxi's tragic hundred thousand years, the