Ten years later.
Frog Daoist went to the Myriad Cliffs Fishing Grounds and sought out Chen Xun for a chat.
The Boundary-Breaking Ship drifted lazily across the sea. No matter how fierce the waves grew, they could not submerge this mere drop in the vast ocean of heaven and earth.
"Croak, Chen Xun, it looks like the Primordial Heavenly Court has been targeted."
Frog Daoist spoke leisurely. Over the years, he had traveled throughout the Three Thousand Immortal Territories and seen many things that ordinary cultivators could not see clearly. "They want to drive this Heavenly Court into collapse, and plant a seed deep within the bloodlines of the Primordial Myriad Races."
Having said that, his gaze deepened, carrying a faint trace of recollection.
"Mm. Their ancestors were too hasty that year, and they planted the root of today's disaster."
Chen Xun fished absentmindedly as he spoke in an indifferent tone. "Still, I once promised an old friend that whether the ten thousand immortals of this Immortal Realm came for it, or the great tide of the Immortal Realm bore down upon it, I would protect the Primordial Heavenly Court for a while."
After saying this, he merely raised his hand and lightly shook the fishing line. His expression was calm as water, yet his brows carried an ease that regarded even Heaven and Earth Karma as beneath notice.
Behind him, the mountains and rivers said nothing, while the clouds and mist stretching for ten thousand miles froze with them.
The heavenly wind did not stir. Even the immortal fish in the boundless sea seemed to have forgotten how to swim.
In that moment, silence spoke louder than words.
A sharp glint flashed through Frog Daoist's eyes as he looked sideways at Chen Xun. "After all these years, you're still