But...
Within the Ninety-Nine Ringed Mountains.
White Spirit spread its wings with a fierce expression, shielding the Ancient Spirit Medicine Garden as it roared toward the boundless sight of heaven's wrath, "What scoundrel is this? Don't take your anger out on the Spirit Medicine Garden!!!"
If even the slightest damage was done, the Daoist would have to pay countless Spirit Stones again!
Back then, merely slacking off for three days had left it with a debt it could never repay in a lifetime. It had now become the Daoist's inner demon.
It did not understand what a manifestation of heaven's wrath was. It merely thought some great cultivator was casting a spell.
Outside.
Zang Xian was resisting heaven's wrath as it locked onto the prince. His gaze sharpened as he looked into the depths of the distant sky, and a trace of shock flashed through his heart. A bovine Dharma Aspect had actually torn open a rift by sheer force!
Forget-Sorrow was leading several figures away more than a hundred thousand miles away. He too glanced deeply toward the depths of the heavens, a flicker of wariness passing through his eyes.
That seemingly simple Black Ox spirit beast truly had been hiding its strength all along...
A faint smile curled across his lips, and he looked again toward the Jade Bamboo Mountains. That man truly did not welcome them much—he had actually used this matter to make them leave.
Still, his conduct had been quite proper. Besides, apart from the Three-Eyed Ancient Immortal Clan, the various Immortal factions that had helped Chen Xun all had their own motives. The ones they had their sights set on had never been him or the Small Realm.
Forget-Sorrow had also held back greatly during the Celestial River War. He had merely kept protecting