"Old Ox, haha, just like us back then."
Chen Xun remained remarkably optimistic. "No rush. Their comprehension is fine; they just need that laziness beaten out of them. Old Ox, you're an Array Emperor—passing on the Dao to juniors should be as easy as turning your hand."
He praised Big Black Ox again. Over the years, this was what Chen Xun had praised Big Black Ox for most often.
"Moo!" Big Black Ox forcefully snorted, clearly pleased by the praise. Then it turned back to teaching the Dao, thoroughly fulfilling its duty.
The benefit of immortals teaching the Dao was that they could directly bring juniors to enlightenment, carrying an innate, profound touch of creation. The Mountain Clan's progress in cultivating the immortal Formation Dao was not slow either.
Moreover, the Past Migration Array was exceptionally suited to the Mountain Clan's Great Dao. Once they truly set foot upon the path of the Formation Dao, everything afterward would become much simpler.
Days passed one after another.
When Chen Xun casually took out a massive mountain and set it before the Mountain Clan Beings, they let out ecstatic roars for three days, howling and wailing across the plain like ghosts and wolves. Shan Yuan could only watch in helplessness. He had never realized his clan was this lacking in promise before; in the end, their horizons were simply different now.
The Immortal Realm's seasonal changes gradually began again.
In the blink of an eye, another five hundred years passed.
By a lakeside on the plain, several hundred bright-eyed Mountain Clan cultivators gathered around, setting up an array. Profound and mysterious mana drifted from their bodies, and even their enormous figures had become somewhat hazy.
"Roar!"
A thunderous roar rippled through the air, sending faint waves across the lake. Yet in that