In the Taiyuan Hall, clouds swirled around the four figures sitting around an Eight Trigrams table. The aroma of tea wafted, blending with the Dao Rhyme, permeating the grand hall.
This was a rare gathering for the four brothers over millennia, as they took turns sharing their experiences in different realms, their words painting a vast and magnificent Grand Thousand World.
Chen Sheng sat calmly aside, listening intently. Naturally, he intended to visit another Grand Thousand World, but now was not the time.
During the conversation, the overtaken Cold Monarch jested:
"Little Junior Brother, your speed in seclusion cultivation is truly astounding. A millennium ago, you were only at the Perfection of the second scroll, but now you've achieved the Perfection of the fourth scroll."
"The next time you exit seclusion, will you directly form the Integration, leaving us senior brothers in embarrassment?"
Meteor Daoist also joined in with a light laugh:
