At the same time, when the darkness receded, Mountain-Seated Duck finally saw Chen Xun clearly.
A flash of stunned disbelief passed through its eyes. Why was Chen Xun dressed in black?
It had heard him say before that the landscape-patterned white robe had been sewn by his little sister when she was young. It bore the traces of her growing up, and he would never change out of it...
Still, Chen Xun in black possessed a distinctly different bearing. Without anger, he inspired awe; that harmless, peaceful aura was gone.
Mountain-Seated Duck narrowed its eyes slightly. As it looked into Chen Xun's indifferent pupils, its expression went blank for an instant.
For it sensed no estrangement whatsoever. Instead, an inexplicable warm current flowed through its heart. It was wondrous... beyond words, exactly like the feeling it had imagined when Old Six was resurrected and they first met again.
Yet in that very instant of distraction.
Mu Huajue had already charged down from the heavens. This fellow Daoist was somewhat lacking in honor. That vast immortal might had directly pressed down upon his mount. That was already a declaration of war; there was no need for further words.
"Mu Huajue, stop!" At this critical moment, Gu Lisheng suddenly shouted, his face turning livid to the extreme.
Fishing Emperor... black robes!
He knew that Chen Xun's body had collapsed and his divine soul had been torn apart on the Extraterritorial Battlefield. By a stroke of fortune, two Five-Elements Immortal Bodies had been born. It had merely given him another means of preserving his life; the two Immortal Bodies had held no difference.
But after the Chaos Ancient Road, that Immortal Body had gained its own experiences and memories. That was the Futian Grand Elder from the Chaos Ancient Road... who had shaken