Several days later.
The rain had passed, the sky had cleared, and the breeze was gentle beneath a brilliant sun.
Little Turtle Peak was wreathed in ethereal, misty haze. Spiritual Qi overflowed through the air, waterfalls streamed through the mountain ravines, and all manner of spirit birds and beasts darted through the fog.
Seven-colored auspicious clouds floated overhead, painting the scene like a blessed immortal haven, a paradise beyond the mortal world.
Two Rainbow Escape Lights streaked across the sky from afar, arriving outside the Main Peak.
As the escape lights dispersed, Su Yuqing and Cloud Fishing Old Man appeared.
"Fellow Daoist Qin certainly knows how to enjoy life! Even when he was in the Human Realm, he occupied an entire spirit island alone for cultivation."
"And now, this Little Turtle Peak has a charm and leisure all its own."
Su Yuqing looked up and saw lush, verdant high-grade Spirit Plants covering the mountainsides, thriving with vigorous vitality. Simply breathing the air left one refreshed and at ease.
"Isn't that so? A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, and Fellow Daoist Qin has long since left the two of us far behind." Cloud Fishing Old Man spoke with deep emotion.
On the way here, he had heard from Su Yuqing about how the two had encountered Qin Ming in the Giant Spirit Clan, where Qin Ming had slain a Devil Race cultivator comparable to the Refining Void Stage through heaven-reaching, earth-piercing methods.
He had even saved Su Yuqing's life.
Cloud Fishing Old Man had been unable to recover from the shock for quite some time.
Just then, the hazy purple formation light screen before them suddenly rippled, and a familiar figure emerged.
"Long time no see, fellow Daoists! Have you both been well?"
Qin Ming opened the