Published: February 24, 2025
When Shen Wende confirmed it was Tan Yun, he trembled with excitement, tears streaming down his face. He suddenly stepped forward and tightly embraced Tan Yun, saying, "Good... good child, it's great that you're alive!"
"I told you! How could this brat possibly be dead!" Shen Wende spoke excitedly, his words tumbling over each other. "That's wonderful! If the young lady knew you were alive, she would be so happy!"
"Now it’s alright; not only are you alive, but you've also advanced to the third layer of the refining soul realm. This is truly a cause for celebration!"
"You little rascal, quickly tell the old man, what exactly happened?"
Upon hearing this, Tan Yun replied, "Old Shen, after I left the abyss of the buried gods, I encountered a beast tide. Luckily, I managed to hide and saved my life."
Of course, Tan Yun would not reveal the matter of finding the four primordial chaos divine swords.
At the same time, while speaking, Tan Yun noticed a barely perceptible killing intent flashing in the eyes of the old holy spirit path practitioner as he looked at him.
Tan Yun sneered inwardly, "Linghu Canghe, you must have been very pleased when you thought I was dead! You must have been thrilled that I, who killed your great-grandson, was gone, right?"
"Just wait; once we return to the sect, I will send you and your great-grandson to hell to reunite!"
Just as Tan Yun thought, the holy spirit path practitioner was currently burning with rage!
He could never have imagined that Tan Yun was actually alive!
Tan Yun also noticed that among the original nine great chiefs, five soul daoist, Murong Shishi, and Shen Subing were missing.
Without needing to think, he understood that Murong Shishi, the five soul daoist, and his precious disciple had already become elders of the Immortal Sect.
Tan Yun recalled that before Shen Tianci passed away, he entrusted Shen Subing to him, and remembered how obedient Shen Subing had been in front of him like a young girl; suddenly, he felt a bit nostalgic for her.
Calculating the time, Tan Yun realized that he hadn’t visited her in over three years in his capacity as a master.
"So you are Tan Yun, come over here and let this old man take a look at you!" A hearty laughter broke Tan Yun's thoughts.
Tan Yun turned to the unfamiliar Dantai Long and bowed deeply, saying, "Disciple meets the elder; may I ask who you are?"
"Me? Hehehe, this old man is Xuanzhong's second uncle," Dantai Long replied amiably.
"Oh, so you are the sovereign's uncle," Tan Yun exclaimed in surprise and bowed again.
"No need for formalities," Dantai Long affectionately took Tan Yun's hand and said with a smile, "You don’t know this, but when Xuanzhong thought you were dead, he was in a daze for a whole month."
"You probably don’t know yet? More than a year ago, when I went to the Coiling Dragon Peak in the Inner Sect, I personally witnessed Xuanzhong making a statue for you..."
For the next three hours, Dantai Long continued to have a heartfelt conversation with Tan Yun, displaying a camaraderie that transcended ages.
A day later, after Tan Yun’s facial injuries had healed, Dantai Long looked at him and silently thought that he was indeed a fine young man, quite like his niece in both talent and appearance!
Thus, under the envious and astonished gazes of everyone, Dantai Long allowed Tan Yun to call him uncle (in a rough manner, “two grandfathers”).
Time flew by, and two months later, the Spirit Vessel carrying everyone appeared majestically above the Mountain Gate of the Huangfu Sacred Sect.
Tan Yun looked down and was greeted by a shocking sight!
Amidst the majestic mountains filled with spiritual mist, a vast market city stretching over a thousand miles appeared like a colossal beast lying on the ground.
Inside the ancient and quaint market city, the ground was paved with bluestone, and on both sides of the intersecting streets stood towering buildings several hundred to even a thousand feet high, neatly covering the ground and looking particularly magnificent.