Frog Daoist took a deep breath and spoke word by word. "Her Dao Accumulation lies dormant within the Ancient Immortal Forbidden Grounds of the Desolate Heaven Domain. I cannot save her. I can only rely on you, because you bear Dao Accumulation."
"Don't know her." Chen Xun shook his head and glanced at White Spirit, who stood dumbfounded in the Spirit Medicine Garden. "We'll discuss this later. Tell us about White Spirit first, so we can get a better understanding."
"Moo moo~" Black Bull edged closer as well. Back in the mortal world, he had always loved listening to uncles and aunties gossip.
"Hehe, then I must start with the day this Daoist suppressed that White Spirit woman with one hand."
Frog Daoist's aura surged. With a light hop, a lotus leaf appeared beneath him, and he began gesturing grandly as though commanding the realm. "That day, wind and thunder raged, strange phenomena appeared one after another..."
Once he began, he went on for three days and three nights, leaving Chen Xun and Black Bull utterly stunned... bluffed into a daze.
They could only feel that if they had lived in the Myriad Races Great Slaughter Era, they certainly would not have survived past the Foundation Establishment Realm!
Under the moonlit night.
Frog Daoist's face seemed far more weathered. He stopped speaking, his gaze impossibly deep as he looked up at the river of stars filling the sky. Yet this was no longer the sky of old.
"Old Bull, this toad has a story."
"Moo moo~"
"Hehe, little one, who does not have a few stories? Your Domain was destroyed, and there are so many nameless graves among those mountains. Are those not stories in your heart as well?"
Frog Daoist spoke in a low voice, the Dust-Clearing Grass in