The Black Bull thought and thought, conviction even appeared in its eyes. It had indeed heard Chen Xun cursing.
"Old Bull, how did this secluded cultivation go?"
Chen Xun asked casually, sizing it up from head to hoof. He frowned inwardly. "Why are you still in the Half-Immortal Realm? Did you cultivate in seclusion for nothing? Did you secretly stash away the inheritance I left you?!"
The Black Bull's pupils shrank. It hurriedly mooed an explanation to Chen Xun. It had absolutely not hidden anything!!
You became immortal by borrowing the Ancient Immortal King's Dao. You have no idea how difficult it is for ordinary living beings to become immortal!
The Black Bull shot Chen Xun an irritated look. Even the unidentified saliva from its snorting nostrils sprayed across Chen Xun's face, but Chen Xun seemed too absorbed in listening to notice.
Had Chen Xun forgotten how long he had cultivated in seclusion when he borrowed that Dao to become immortal?
Back then, it had squatted all alone on Desolate Star, praying to the High Heavens for him day and night. It had not been nearly so hot-tempered!
Besides, it now bore six Heavenly Laws. Its foundation was so deep that one hoof could slap a Half-Immortal powerhouse to death, and it could even battle an Immortal's avatar. How could half a Supreme-Grade Spirit Stone Vein possibly be enough to make it immortal?
Would that not mean that, as long as there were enough immortal cultivation resources, everyone could become immortal...
The Black Bull had calculated it long ago. If it slowly accumulated the foundation of its laws, it would likely need at least until the day the world believed Chen Xun had passed away. Even a hundred-thousand-year path to immortality would already count as early.
As it continued explaining