Above the void.
Zhu Dahua stood quietly suspended, overlooking the four juniors in the Blessed Land below who were safe and sound.
Seeing the four standing side by side, supporting each other, his gaze unconsciously softened, and a boundless sigh rose in his heart.
"So much alike..."
He whispered softly, as the torrent of time flashed across his eyes.
Recalling the past, when they, the Meishan Four Monsters, also traveled together in such camaraderie, supporting each other from the humble path.
But in the end, time is relentless, and the Great Dao is fraught with peril.
Purple Mansion Divine Techniques are hard to achieve, even with the guidance of a master personally pointing the way.
Among the four, only he and Hu Butu successfully reached the Purple Mansion Realm.
The other two sworn brothers had already perished, turning to dust, vanishing in the river of time.
