The distant mountains stretched into boundless haze.
Wild and primeval.
The immortals walked together with tranquil expressions across the storm-weathered land they had once traversed. It seemed that only now, with Chen Xun and the others returned, did the passage of years gain true meaning. Living beings had memories, and so did the mountains and rivers.
"Croak, Duck, our Myriad Beasts Mountain disbanded long ago. I'm afraid we won't be able to contend with that Red Lion's Spirit Beast Mountain in the future."
"Quack, quack, the heroes under heaven are as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river. Old Frog, there's no need to fear them."
"Daoist, the Ancient Spiritual Herb Garden is here. Red Lion wouldn't dare act rashly!"
"White Spirit, are you saying that I, the dignified Great General of Eternal Antiquity, the mountain-guarding spirit beast of the foremost Dao lineage under heaven, should shy away from that Lion Dog's edge?! Croak!!"
"Chi Immortal General, come over for a chat!"
"Grave Tiger, how about an alliance between us?"
Gradually, the clamor of "Chicken, Duck, and Fish" began, and the atmosphere around them grew livelier.
"Fellow Daoist Ji Yan."
"Ji Yan."
To Chen Xun's surprise, all those gazes turned toward Ji Yan rather than him, making him shake his head with a chuckle.
Ji Yan's eyes resembled Nine-Colored Water Droplets flowing in an endless cycle, unconsciously drawing others deep into them. He looked calmly at the immortals. "The light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains. The war back then was not your fault."
Though the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance's fate had not been particularly good, neither had it been as bad as outsiders imagined.
Song Heng glanced sideways, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.
"Do you still not understand what sort of person Ji