Chen Xun looked over this silent borderland, his eyes filled with desolation and a trace of barely perceptible weariness.
"Moo~" Big Black Ox patted Chen Xun on the shoulder. He had already taken the form of a great Ox Clan demon and no longer maintained his Black Ox form.
Chen Xun turned his head toward Big Black Ox and let out a quiet laugh without saying much.
Saving the Ghost Face Race had only been because Yu Fangshuo had continually searched for his junior descendants from the same realm. Yet thousands of years had passed without the slightest news. They... were likely already facing more danger than safety.
A vicious aura slowly bred in the bottom of Chen Xun's eyes. Under the current conditions of the entire Desolate Heaven Domain, if they had not yet died, survival would only become harder and harder. This was fundamentally not a place where ordinary cultivators could remain.
He drew a deep breath and, in an instant, cast aside those useless thoughts. His gaze grew ever colder.
"Moo moo~" Big Black Ox gave a low cry, concern flashing through his eyes.
"It's nothing. With nothing left to lose, there is nothing left to fear."
Chen Xun spoke calmly as intense light of laws flickered in his palm. "Let's go. This is no place to linger."
Slap!
"Moo moo!"
Big Black Ox pressed a hoof against Chen Xun's shoulder and expelled a long breath through his nostrils. Old Yin had not yet died, and there was Lao Mo. Ji Yan and the others were still there too.
Chen Xun's pupils trembled slightly before gradually turning cold again. "Old Ox, they only saw the talent and value in us. When all is said and done, ours was merely a relationship of mutual exploitation."
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