Looks Like We Really Are Fated!

Frog Daoist drew a deep breath and spoke word by word. "Her Dao aura lies dormant within the Immortal Ancient Forbidden Ground of the Desolate Heaven Domain. I cannot save her; I can only rely on you, because you bear Dao aura."

"Don't know her." Chen Xun shook his head and glanced at White Spirit, who stood dumbfounded in the Spiritual Herb Garden. "We'll discuss this later. First, tell us about White Spirit so we can get an understanding."

"Moo moo~" Big Black Ox moved a little closer as well. Back in the mortal world, it had loved listening to uncles and aunties gossip.

"Hehe, this matter must begin with how this Daoist suppressed that woman White Spirit with one hand."

Frog Daoist's bearing surged. With a light hop, a lotus leaf appeared beneath it, and it began gesturing grandly as it spoke. "That day, wind and thunder raged, strange phenomena arose one after another..."

Once it began, it spoke for three days and three nights, leaving Chen Xun and Big Black Ox utterly stunned... fooled into a daze.

They only felt that if they had lived in the Myriad Races Great Slaughter Era, they definitely would not have survived past the Foundation Establishment Realm!

Under the moonlit night.

Frog Daoist's face had grown far more weathered. It stopped speaking, its gaze incomparably profound as it looked up at the river of stars filling the sky. Yet it was no longer the sky of old.

"Old Ox, this frog has a story."

"Moo moo~"

"Hehe, little one, who does not have a few stories? Your realm was destroyed, and there are so many nameless graves in those mountains. Are those not stories in your heart as well?"

Frog Daoist spoke in a deep voice, the Dust Cleansing Grass in its