A thousand years later.
Chen Xun arrived at the Eternal Immortal Frontier aboard the World Breaking Ship. Many had come to receive him. When they saw the immortal corpses of Ni Canghuan and the other two, everyone still fell silent, their gazes even somewhat dazed. None could believe they had passed away just like that.
That day.
Chen Xun went to the Profound Yellow Dao Palace and wandered around. When he saw those familiar traces, he could not help but smile knowingly.
The blueprints for this palace had been drawn up after Ni Canghuan begged him to build it as a place to reminisce. That was also the true reason Ni Canghuan had always been in debt back then, though no one dared mention it. Ni Canghuan had a temperament like his—he loved saving face, always claiming the money had been used for cultivation.
When he reached a Dao platform, a voice suddenly called out to Chen Xun.
"Dao Ancestor."
"Chong Que."
"Ni... Ni Canghuan, he..." Chong Que's voice was weathered as he gave a deep cupped fist salute. "He didn't make them go."
"I know." Chen Xun smiled and nodded.
Chong Que's expression was grave. He took a deep breath. "Dao Ancestor, this junior has come to bid you farewell."
"Good." Chen Xun said, "You've waited for Cang Huan for so many years. It's time to go back and take a look. If Nanhua is still alive, give him my regards for This Dao Ancestor."
Chen Xun's words seemed to strike straight into Chong Que's heart.
His eyes trembled faintly.
Before setting out that day, Ni Canghuan had spoken with him of many things... of his past, of a few trivial matters. That did not suit Ni Canghuan's temperament at all, but Chong Que had only said in the