Big Black Ox fiercely snorted out scorching breath, his eyes wide to their limit.
Especially that mighty, imposing body—every inch of flesh pulsed in rhythm. That voice... that appearance... why did it resemble someone so much? Why did it resemble him so much?!
Big Black Ox's eyes gradually fell into a daze as well, exactly like Chen Xun back then.
It must have been that after cultivating in seclusion for thousands of years, his Dao foundation had become unstable, leaving behind a trace of seclusion aftereffects and causing hallucinations.
How could it possibly be him...
Especially that white hair drifting amid the yellow sand—it was exactly the same as the final sight at their parting that year...
Such deliberately familiar features instead made it seem strangely unreal.
Big Black Ox raised his head and quietly watched him. He did not use even a shred of magic power to dispel the aftereffects of his seclusion, but... it was good to look for a while.
A trace of melancholy gradually surfaced in his eyes. If they had been around all these years, Chen Xun's nature would not have changed so drastically. At the very least, he could have lived a little more easily.
Above.
"Junior Brother Ox." Ji Kun's voice was gentle, carrying the air of a greeting. "Your appearance has changed quite a lot."
"Moo~"
Big Black Ox lightly snorted in reply, a gentle smile appearing on his lips as well. "Moo moo~"
Though he knew it was all fake, all an illusion, it was still good to speak a little, good to receive some response. Nothing else mattered.
Within the deep pit, strands of light poured down, piercing through endless cloud layers with dazzling brilliance and boundless warmth.
It gently fell over Big Black Ox, draping him in a layer