"Old Bull, haha, just like us back then."
Chen Xun remained as optimistic as ever. "No rush. Their comprehension is fine; they only need to shed that laziness. Old Bull, you're an Array Emperor. Teaching these youngsters the Dao should be as easy as turning your hand over."
He praised Black Bull again. Over the years, this was what Chen Xun had praised Black Bull for the most.
"Moo!" Black Bull fiercely snorted, clearly pleased by the praise. It turned and resumed teaching the Dao, thoroughly fulfilling its duties.
The advantage of an Immortal teaching the Dao was that it could directly bring juniors to enlightenment, carrying an innate mysterious providence with it. The Mountain Clan's progress in cultivating the immortal array path was not slow either.
Moreover, the Past Migration Formation suited the Mountain Clan's Great Dao remarkably well. As long as they truly set foot upon the array path, everything afterward would become much simpler.
Thus, the days passed one after another.
When Chen Xun casually pulled out a great mountain and placed it before the Mountain Clan beings, they roared wildly in excitement for three days, howling and wailing across the plains. Mountain Plain could only watch helplessly. He had never realized his people were this hopeless before; in the end, their horizons had simply become different.
The seasons of the Immortal Realm gradually began to change once more.
In the blink of an eye, another five hundred years passed.
Beside a lake on the plains, several hundred bright-eyed Mountain Clan cultivators had gathered. They were setting up a formation, mysterious mana spilling from their bodies. Even their enormous figures had become somewhat hazy.
"Roar!"
A thunderous roar rippled through the air, sending faint waves across the lake. Yet in that instant—"Buzz—" —the lake vanished before their