Three years later.
The White Spirit ferocious beast still guarded the Spirit Medicine Garden. It had merely summoned quite a few barbaric male beasts of the Spirit Transformation Realm to properly attend to that Moon Radiance Tribe demon within a grand formation.
Today, its gaze shifted slightly outward, toward the roof of that thatched hut—an area that could be called forbidden ground.
Three figures sat there, leaving it with only three seemingly lonely backs...
Above the heavens, clouds drifted leisurely. There was no blue sky or white cloudscape, only an expanse of dreamlike, multicolored radiance. Even the clouds and mist layered over one another like a stairway to heaven.
The three figures all gazed into the endless distance, where countless majestic peaks filled their sight.
"The world has changed greatly..."
Frog Daoist sighed softly. The Dust-Clearing Grass in its mouth refused to come down. "The killing aura between heaven and earth has dissipated far too much, while spiritual energy has grown exceptionally abundant. This is no longer that era."
Chen Xun reclined casually against the thatched hut and smiled. "The scenery is indeed magnificent, but it does not belong to us."
"I saw those grave mounds."
Frog Daoist spoke calmly, its entire body carrying an air of ancient weariness. "Junior, it seems your story is rather complicated too. Could it be that you crawled out of a divine soul as well?"
"Haha..." Chen Xun laughed casually without answering, still staring into the distance. "Old Bull and I escaped from a Small Realm. A powerhouse blasted it into nothing with a single cannon shot."
He said it with utter ease, yet Black Bull could not help turning to look at him, its pupils shrinking slightly. Chen Xun...
"Was it done by the Human Race?"
Frog Daoist's gaze sharpened as it spoke