The moment his words fell.
It seemed night had arrived. The lights of countless homes in Fallen Spirit Village and the mountains suddenly blazed to life, as if a pair of invisible yet majestic hands were holding up this sky of myriad lights, resplendent beyond compare.
This tranquil moment was likewise shattered by the clamor from all sides. The old man's smile deepened as he was supported by that young man and slowly walked farther away.
"Moo..." Big Black Ox's eye sockets trembled violently as it continued looking back.
Chen Xun gazed ahead without sparing the old man another glance, yet a relieved smile surfaced in his eyes. He murmured, "The old mister as well..."
"Moo moo?!" At this moment, Big Black Ox finally cried out in shock and fiercely nudged Chen Xun.
Why had the old man turned his head in the wrong direction? Why did he need the young man to support him? Why had astonishment flashed through that young man's eyes after the old man spoke those words? It was because...
He was an Old Blind Man!
One hand gently pressed down Big Black Ox's head. Their figures stepped out of Fallen Spirit Village and gradually vanished amid the mist-shrouded mountains and waters.
Yet a voice still lingered amid the hazy mountain fog:
"Old Ox, the old mister has become mortal. This is the Great Accomplishment of the Mortal Dao. Do not disturb him any further."
On the mountain path.
Chen Xun looked back calmly. A trace of beautiful anticipation and envy unexpectedly appeared in his eyes. Immortals... were nothing more than this.
The old mister had ultimately succeeded. He had found his past, painted the boundless realm within his heart, returned to his ancestral land after drifting for half his life, and achieved his Dao!
"Moo~~~"