Heavenly Strategist's Personal Investiture: General Chixian!

"Moo moo~" Black Bull called out again, still asking why he had stopped telling the story.

"Fellow Bull, do not rush. Let this frog think. I slept for too long, and my memories of that era have grown somewhat hazy."

Frog Daoist gave an awkward laugh, then suddenly looked toward the vast swathes of collapsed Crane Spirit Trees in the distance. His pupils contracted. "Crane Spirit Trees are treasured trees! How did so many of them collapse while Senior was cultivating?!"

White Spirit also came back to his senses at that moment, his expression equally astonished. What was going on...

"Moo moo~"

"What? Senior is refining pills?!"

Frog Daoist was dumbfounded. Looking again at the strange phenomena filling heaven and earth, he realized he had completely misjudged the situation. "This..."

"Moo!" Black Bull lifted his head. These Crane Spirit Trees could not be wasted; they had great use. He told them to move the lumber first, and they could listen to the story together after Chen Xun succeeded in refining his pill.

Croak~

Frog Daoist sprang to his feet and hopped away, letting out a mournful sigh in midair. A frog fallen onto the plains was bullied by a bull—he had truly fallen this low.

White Spirit followed behind without a word. Since Frog Daoist had already spoken of Dao Accumulation, his purpose in coming here was likely far from simple.

Especially that "White Spirit, move closer." The voice still lingered in his heart, impossible to dispel. Surely they were not deliberately sending him to his death...

He knew Frog Daoist possessed an unparalleled immortal art of self-preservation, something beyond Dao arts. No one could kill him, because what one killed was always his previous moment—his present body endured forever!

The three figures strolled through the back mountain at an