Bright azure sky overhead.
The moment his words fell, Chen Xun stared intently at the heavens. Though it seemed dreamlike and illusory, why did such an intense sense of oppression of "impartial justice" keep sweeping over him...
Fuck, this Dao ancestor has already become an immortal. Why am I still thinking about that Upright Official?!
Chen Xun cursed inwardly. Even now, the giant he had seen before entering the Immortal Prison still made his heart tremble in secret. The shadow it had cast had not faded even to this day.
It was not as though he had never considered taking Old Ox there to flaunt his power, but after thinking it over, he decided to let it go...
Immortals did not squabble with juniors!
Chen Xun inexplicably gave a low laugh. This Great Age of cultivation was vast beyond measure; there was no need to go looking for trouble. Fine, that guy was impressive.
"Moo moo~" Big Black Ox snorted and lifted its head for a glance at the heavens, indicating that it was done.
It truly did not bring up anything else. Chen Xun's free and easy manner was actually quite good. No matter how often some matters were revisited, nothing could be changed.
"Hehe." Chen Xun stood with his hands behind his back, looking at his masterpiece as he chuckled. "Old Ox, do you remember when we first went to Mystic Micro Heaven Capital? Those spiritual-energy stars scared us half to death."
"Today, your Big Brother can wipe out stars with a wave of his hand."
Chen Xun's words brimmed with high spirits. Having immortal power in his body still felt better—his many years of cultivation had not been in vain.
If he wanted to reclaim those hidden trump cards, the commotion would truly be too great. He