At that moment, the entire Jade Bamboo Mountains set sail and plunged into the waters of the Primordial River. This voyage was exceptionally steady; they seemed to be swimming along the seabed, watching the endless phenomena of the Primordial River soar past overhead.
Chen Xun and Black Bull sat cross-legged atop the mountain peak, staring dumbfounded. They had never witnessed such a magnificent sight and remained lost in a daze.
"Fucking awesome..."
"Moo moo..."
Only after a long while did they finally voice their awe, struck by the strange feeling that this life had already been worth it.
Drawing boards and Image Recording Stones had naturally been prepared.
It was not just them. Aside from Gu Lisheng and Song Heng, everyone else in the mountains was in much the same state as Chen Xun and Black Bull, shocked beyond measure.
They looked as though they felt their Immortal Dao had reached its end, that it was time to be laid to rest in the earth, with nothing left worth anticipating or discussing.
Ke Ding stood at the edge of the mountains, not participating in the forging of the Heavenly Palace foundations. His lips trembled wildly with shock and excitement, yet he could not force out a single word.
Two years later.
The Jade Bamboo Mountains had more or less returned to normal. Everyone went about their own tasks and was exceedingly busy, though nearly all the Immortals here were recovering from their injuries.
Meanwhile, Chen Xun was still tirelessly refining the waters of the Primordial River.
Ever since his Third Sister had gained control of the authority of the Primordial World, he no longer needed to venture beyond the mountains, only to return covered in wounds.
Now, he could sit atop Circular Mountain, refine the river in the sky, extract