Chen Xun did not know what kind of person the Human Race's former pillar, the Ji Clan's founding ancestor, had truly been.
But the Human Race cultivators of that era had all been filled with humanity and hot-blooded spirit.
For a stretch of Mortal Realm years as tiny as dust, Chen Xun had remembered them to this day—remembered everyone's voices, faces, and smiles.
Ji Kun was the same...
A personality like Chen Xun's had never been rare. There were far too many beings like that, and Ji Kun happened to be one of them.
Even when the Five Aggregates Sect had parted ways back then.
Only Ji Kun had exhausted an entire lifetime's strength to see them off. They had always been such people, drawn to one another and, without realizing it, becoming close friends.
Even after Black Bull had experienced so many changes in the mortal world, Ji Senior Brother remained the only one it had never forgotten in the depths of its heart.
Within the Five Aggregates Sect.
Amid the ring-shaped mountain range.
A little toad spread open both palms and roared toward the cloud-wreathed mountain peak encircled by grand formations, "Fellow Ox, appear!!!"
Roar~~~
That resounding voice lingered in every direction. There was no one left around it, because Frog Daoist had been roaring excitedly here for an entire month.
Little White Spirit hid in the distance and secretly shook its head.
The Daoist was beyond saving in this crazed state...
Yet Frog Daoist tirelessly continued shouting, "Fellow Ox, Big White Spirit is counting on you! Appear!!!"
Roar!!
It looked somewhat ridiculous, even comical.
But Frog Daoist truly had no other way. Since it had appeared before the world after the battle at the Celestial River.
It had thought it would climb to the peak of the