A Little More Each Year: From Mountain Villager to Dao Ancestor of the Immortal Realm
Chapter 1670

Leaves Fall Upon the Tomb

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Before his words had even faded, Black Bull split off a Primordial Spirit and fled into the distant skies.

Along the way.

Chen Xun walked alone at the very front, head lowered, his gaze clear as though something weighed on his mind.

Even as they proceeded at an unhurried pace, Black Bull, the Earth Spirit Clan, and the Silver-Backed Giant Ape found nothing strange about it. They simply followed Chen Xun obediently, as if they would follow him until the world grew old.

The Earth Spirit Clan stared curiously at the mountains and rivers around them, their mouths hanging wide open in excitement and awe. So this was the Immortal Realm!

The trees were enormous, and the "lake" was so vast that its edge could not be seen.

These Earth Spirit Clan members carried bundles on their backs, their faces bearing the look of people who had left their homeland. Along with their country-bumpkin expressions and their utter ignorance of heaven's height and earth's depth, they made Black Bull unable to resist looking at them a few more times...

Before it knew it, a guileless smile appeared at the corner of its mouth.

Tap, tap~

The Silver-Backed Giant Ape extended a finger and gently poked Black Bull's back. Then it scratched the back of its head, looking exceedingly restrained.

"Moo?"

"Senior Ox, Senior Ouyang won't be coming back, will he?" The Silver-Backed Giant Ape poked Black Bull again and spoke in a deep, muffled voice.

When Black Bull turned around, the giant ape wore the grave expression of a middle-aged man.

"Moo." It nodded.

"Ah..." The Silver-Backed Giant Ape lowered its eyes and began walking with its head down, just like Chen Xun.

Its emotions were remarkably steady. It neither made a fuss nor caused trouble, but it often wore

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