Chen Xun looked over this silent borderland, his eyes filled with desolation and a faint, almost imperceptible weariness.
"Moo~" Black Bull patted Chen Xun's shoulder. It had already transformed into the form of a great demon of the bull clan and no longer maintained its Black Ox form.
Chen Xun turned his head toward Black Bull and let out a quiet laugh, saying nothing more.
He had saved the Ghost Face Clan only because Yu Fangshuo had been constantly searching for his Domain juniors. Yet several thousand years had passed without the slightest news. They... were likely facing grim odds.
Ferocity slowly bred in Chen Xun's eyes. Under the current conditions throughout the Desolate Heaven Domain, if they had not yet died, survival would only become increasingly difficult. This was simply not a place where ordinary cultivators could remain.
He drew a deep breath, instantly casting aside these useless thoughts. His gaze grew ever colder.
"Moo moo~" Black Bull let out a low bellow, concern flashing through its eyes.
"It's nothing. With nothing left to lose, there is nothing left to fear."
Chen Xun spoke indifferently as intense law radiance flickered in his palm. "Let's go. This is not a place to linger."
Smack!
"Moo moo!"
Black Bull pressed a hoof onto Chen Xun's shoulder and exhaled a long breath through its nostrils. Old Yin had not died yet. There was also Old Mo, Ji Yan, and the others.
Chen Xun's pupils trembled slightly, then gradually turned cold again. "Old Bull, they merely saw the talent and value in us. When all is said and done, ours was only a relationship of mutual exploitation."
"Why had Meng Sheng and the others never encountered such seniors and friends? Why had Dai Xinqing and Huang Shao never encountered them..."
Chen Xun's voice