Within the Medicine Valley, Chen Xun and Black Bull gathered around a dirt pit, their eyes fixed on the flickering flames within.
There was no wind inside the cave dwelling, yet a faint breeze had somehow risen here.
"Old Bull, an unmatched genius indeed! Had heaven not birthed me, the Ox Emperor, formations would have remained a long night through the ages!"
Chen Xun shook his head in amazement as he looked toward the formation stones set in the three corners of the cave dwelling. "This formation is truly wondrous. It can borrow the momentum of spiritual energy to stir a resonance with Tiandi and achieve all kinds of effects."
It had taken only a single year to set up miniature formations. Though those formation disciples might have grasped the basics within a few days—
In Chen Xun's heart, Black Bull was still the greatest. Even ten thousand stunning geniuses could not compare to one ten-thousandth of it.
"Moo~~!"
Black Bull's tail was practically spinning into the sky. Formations could be boosted with mana. Its gaze sharpened, mana pouring from its mouth. "Moo!!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!! A fierce gale suddenly erupted inside the cave dwelling, sending pots, bowls, and utensils flying everywhere.
"Old Bull, damn you! Clean it up yourself!!" An angry roar came from outside the cave dwelling. Chen Xun, arms folded across his chest, was directly blown away, his voice growing ever more distant.
"Moo? Moo!!"
Black Bull's pupils shrank. It hurriedly stopped casting and chased after him. It had forgotten that only it itself would not be attacked by the formation.
Not long after, Chen Xun stood firmly on the ground, his neatly tied bright hair blown into disarray. He raised a brow, then unleashed a mountain-lifting, world-shaking throw. "Moo!!" Black Bull was hurled into the pool.