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"You've arrived?" Xu Xuan smiled faintly; to see familiar faces again after a hundred years filled his heart with contentment.
In the world he had left behind, cultivators were non-existent, and lifespans did not generally exceed a hundred years. Often, by the time he emerged from seclusion, most people would have perished, and the achievements of the early stages would disappear with them.
Xu Xuan's words traveled thousands of miles, and by the time the last word fell, his figure had already appeared within the spaceship.
"We pay our respects to the Daoist Sect Leader!!"
Upon seeing the real Xu Xuan, everyone was overwhelmingly excited. A hundred years had passed, and the myth had descended once again. Most here were seeing the Daoist Sect Leader for the first time.
