Endless Waiting Did Not Necessarily Bring Results

The Spirit Medicine Garden was instantly suffused with a murderous chill.

Frog Daoist's gaze gradually turned cold and profound. At that moment, the aura of his entire frog body underwent a complete transformation. His eyes seemed to pierce through endless ages as he stood atop the countless races of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, commanding the winds and clouds!

Hiss...

White Spirit flapped its wings and sharply drew in a cold breath... Was he bragging?!

"Hm?" Frog Daoist snorted coldly. "Junior, what kind of look is that!"

"Heh... heh." White Spirit gave an awkward laugh. It truly was difficult to tell whether such matters were real or fake. After all, they had not existed in the same era. But judging by this fellow's usual conduct, he definitely did not possess such grandeur.

Frog Daoist raised his head to gaze at the sky, once again folding his arms. His eyes were boundlessly weathered and deep as he recalled the past...

White Spirit secretly sighed. Frog Daoist was always like this. Sometimes, in the middle of speaking, he would fall into his memories.

It had long grown used to it. After all, when a living being from the previous era suddenly lived in this one, it was always disorienting. Perhaps only those ancient memories could make it feel that the world was real.

Screech~

White Spirit let out a low cry and began tending to the enormous Spirit Medicine Garden. Every single blade of grass had to be recorded. Let's see who dared steal anything!

Frog Daoist was still staring at the sky. At some point, a stalk of Dust-Clearing Grass had appeared in his mouth. He smiled self-mockingly. The world was vast—where was home? Had sealing away his divine soul truly been the right choice...

His gaze slowly sharpened, and a