Frog Daoist was stunned.
It had guessed right. Over these thousand years, Chen Xun and the Black Ox had both come to terms with it.
War was simply like this. It had lived through it all. Seeing Chen Xun and the Black Ox in such a state was enough. To have avenged their great hatred was the greatest of blessings. That was also why the Lion Dog had let out its first earthshaking roar upon returning to the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory.
After a triumphant return, they could not show the slightest hint of decline. A full thousand years were enough to digest everything.
Frog Daoist's eyes lit up slightly. "Chen Xun, say the word. We'll take it!"
"Roar~~"
Little Scarlet came darting out from somewhere on the plains, looking fierce and valiant. Half of these Immortal Tombs had been dug by it. "Xun Bro, I'm here~!"
Hum—
A wild wind suddenly rose.
Little Scarlet charged over, its immortal bones crackling. Its injuries were still far from healed.
"Quack quack~~!"
A surging tide swept in as the Mountain-Seated Duck came running over with bared teeth. Its beak was crooked, clearly having been knocked crooked during the great battle—a true Dao injury that could not be healed anytime soon.
"Chen Xun, the Jing River Treasure Bottle is gone. Let's go outside and get some immortal materials." The Mountain-Seated Duck flapped its wings and quacked loudly. "I feel killing intent lurking everywhere now. I'm following you first!"
Its eyes were filled with vigilance. Every rustle of wind made it think of cranes, every blade of grass looked like a soldier; it felt assassins were waiting to ambush it everywhere.
If the Five Aggregates Sect disciples had not been so valiant, it truly would not have survived even ten years in that battle.