The distant mountains stretched vast and boundless.
The land was barbaric and primitive.
The immortals walked together across the storm-swept earth they had once traversed, their expressions calm. It seemed that only now, after Chen Xun and the others had returned, did the passing years gain true meaning.
Living beings had memories; so too did mountains and rivers.
"Croak, Duck, our Myriad Beasts Mountain was disbanded long ago. In the future, we may not be able to contend with that Red Lion's Spirit Beast Mountain."
"Quack quack, heroes under heaven are as countless as crucian carp crossing a river. Old Frog, there is no need to fear them."
"Daoist, the Ancient Spirit Medicine Garden is here. Red Lion would not dare act rashly!"
"Little White Spirit, are you saying that I, the grand Eternal Ancient General and the mountain-guarding spirit beast of the foremost Dao lineage beneath heaven, should avoid the edge of that Lion Dog?! Croak!!"
"Immortal General Chi, come over and have a chat!"
"Grave Tiger, how about you and I form an alliance?"
Gradually, the clamor of "Chicken, duck, Fish" began, and the surroundings slowly grew lively as well.
"Fellow Daoist Ji Yan."
"Ji Yan."
Numerous gazes were actually turning toward Ji Yan rather than Chen Xun, making the latter shake his head with a laugh.
Ji Yan's eyes resembled nine-colored droplets of water endlessly circulating and flowing, drawing people involuntarily deep into their depths.
He looked calmly at the immortals. "The light boat has already passed ten thousand layered mountains. The war of those years was not your fault."
The Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance had not ended well, but neither had its fate been as terrible as outsiders imagined.
Song Heng glanced sideways, seemingly wishing to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.