Taixiao slowly turned his gaze toward Long Yuan. "After we recover from our injuries, we'll enter the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda again. This Immortal Realm is compatible with my Taixiao Ancient Hall. The Heavenly Gift can elevate my natal Dao artifact."
"Alright." Long Yuan nodded heavily. The flow of the surrounding heaven and earth essence suddenly accelerated, beginning to repair his body.
Taixiao sat cross-legged barefoot, his eyes already closed as he began refining the lingering Death Qi within himself. His expression gradually twisted with pain.
Yet from beginning to end, neither man nor dragon had ever harbored resentment, much less any thought of sending Lineage elders to kill them.
From their first encounter to their eventual defeat and retreat, Taixiao and the others had kept everything within the bounds of a duel. They had never fought to the death.
Even if Chen Xun had lost, Taixiao would merely have said, "Leave. You are unworthy of passing through here." He had never worried about retaliation. The times had changed.
Inside the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda.
A month had passed outside, while ten months had passed within. Chen Xun and the Black Bull had spent ten months on the three-thousandth floor of the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda, staring at the palace standing upon the plains.
They were simply looking. Ever since entering the Cultivation World from the Small Realm, they had always had this habit.
Now that the palace had no owner, they explored it with utter ease, clicking their tongues in wonder.
Chen Xun stood within the palace. The power of the Great Dao inside was quite abundant; it truly was a good place. Of course, its pressure was also exceedingly powerful, making it far from an ideal place for cultivation.
"Old Bull, look at this. What kind of spirit beast is it?" Chen Xun