The Daoist of Zhongchong departed.
"In a year's time, we will campaign against the Six Heads. I've been in this small world for five years; finally, I can leave. I need to make some preparations and move my parents to settle in the Primordial Mountain Cave Heaven, so they can enjoy their later years." Lu Chenzhou pondered.
...
The next day.
Primordial Mountain Cave Heaven.
Mr. Turtle opened his eyes.
"The junior disciple has returned."
"Yes, senior brother, you're not asleep?"
"No longer asleep, I've slept too long... Not bad, to withstand a strike from the Blood Prison Ghost King and not die. Your survival ability satisfies your senior brother. It seems that under the Heavenly Realm, there aren't many who can threaten your life anymore."
"Senior brother, how do you know?"
