Gong Buhuo had lived for ten thousand years, having traversed three long periods of Spirit Energy depletion, becoming the senior-most elder of Mount Laojun.
But even with his longevity, he was still overwhelmed by the crazy idea in his mind.
The powerful immortal who had ascended to the Upper World to dominate one side, reincarnated, became the Supreme Taoist who suppressed an era, and persisted to the present through ten thousand years.
No matter how you looked at it, it seemed more like a story than a fact that should exist in reality.
But the two tablets in front of Gong Buhuo, shimmering with a soft glow, symbolizing the identities of the Founding Ancestor and the Supreme Taoist, resonated with each other, suggesting that the reality of everything was as he imagined.
"Elder, Taoist Senior Brother, is it really you?"
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"Achoo!"
Within the Courtyard Secret Realm, Shen Yuan, who had just put the mixed cat food next to the Spirit Pool, suddenly sneezed.
