Three years later.
Nanhua began stirring up storms across the Three Thousand Immortal Territories, giving Fang Chen quite a headache. The Three Thousand Immortal Territories and the Eternal Immortal Frontier had nothing to do with each other, like wind, oxen, and horses.
"Old Immortal Nan Hua... you're targeting this venerable one?!"
"Heaven's Dao walks with me."
Nanhua merely lowered a serene finger, as if revealing a warm, gentle smile before Fang Chen.
From this point on, the two were thoroughly bound by fate, beginning a battle of wits and courage across the Three Thousand Immortal Territories.
Above all, Nanhua was a very sinister man—a complete smiling tiger. You establish Yaoguang Sun and Moon, and I will establish the Heavenly Dao Palace. You set down the Twelve Seats of Longevity, and I will establish the Thirty-Six Seats of Tian Quan, directly engaging you in a Dao Struggle.
What Fang Chen wanted to do was no longer important in his eyes.
Nanhua had always been an exceptionally patient cultivator, one who could even endure the desolate ages alone. He would simply slowly wear Fang Chen down in the Three Thousand Immortal Territories, while paying visits to the forces that had besieged him that year, living leisurely and at ease.
Move one hair, and the whole body moved.
Fang Chen was thoroughly infuriated by Nanhua's countless methods. The latter was like a dog-skin plaster, fixed solely on him.
After that.
Chen Xun and the others did not interfere there any further. With Nanhua there, they were quite at ease.
Eternal Immortal Frontier.
Five Elements Sect, Ring Mountains.
"Moo moo~" Big Black Ox let out a long cry as it ran over from the sea of clouds. With a solemn expression, it called out, "Moo moo moo~"
"Cultivate?"
"Moo!"
Big Black Ox's eyes shone