"Immortal, you have finally come back to life," Yingtian Immortal said, with a natural imperial aura that lent an authoritativeness to his words, yet also a sense of the ethereal, like a deity stepping out of a tale.
Yingtian Immortal looked at Fairy Eternity, his thoughts a multitude: "As history cycles and time shifts, how many dynasties have risen and fallen, reduced to rubble and gravel?"
"The departed cannot be pursued, and bygone times cannot be shaped anew. How many have witnessed with their own eyes the great era when geniuses rose together, and dragons and serpents emerged from the lands? How many remember the age when the Five Immortals ruled the world, setting order under heaven?"
"Having foreseen your future through the vestiges of history, I knew this day would come, and here I have waited for your return, Immortal."
"Fellow Daoist, it has been a long time. Have you been well?"