Eternal Tale

When the spiritual beasts first arrived in the Northern Territory, it was a desolate and bitterly cold land.

The barbarian cultivators here relied on meager resources for their cultivation and were often hunted by cultivators from the Kingdom Wu.

However, when the spiritual beasts from Da Li began to spread their teachings and brought substantial cultivation resources, the barbarian cultivators formed a deep bond with the spiritual beasts of the Northern Territory.

They became almost interdependent, and the massive Destruction Stone became their foundation for survival, repelling numerous invasions by cultivators from the Kingdom Wu.

The migrating spiritual beasts also began to transform the Northern Territory, cultivating many rare spiritual herbs, and lived peacefully ever since.

It wasn’’t until the invasion of the world of immortals that they began to fight back, catching their enemies off guard and using the Destruction Stone to slay many Elemental Infant cultivators.

After hearing this, Chen Xun could only sigh softly; it had all become history in the world of immortals, where countless events of the past are now just topics of idle conversation.

Every morning, the Beast King of the Northern Territory would come to pay respects to Chen Xun and report on the current situation in the Northern Territory.

However, the spiritual beasts held the greatest respect for Little Chi, as they shared a bloodline connection with him, which gave them hope for the future and freed them from being confined to the Northern Territory.

Today, the cold wind still howled, and snowflakes filled the sky.On a glacier, the Beast King followed behind Little Chi, respectfully saying, ”Ancestor, are you leaving...”

”Yes... Take good care of yourselves.”

Little Chi looked into the distance, his eyes showing a hint of weariness, ”Brother Bull will set up large teleportation arrays for you. With so many of your kin around, live well on the Tian Duan Plains.”

A melancholic smile appeared on his lips. After countless days and nights of solitary survival, he no longer needed his kin.

Little Chi let out a low growl, his face no longer sly but that of a true Lion King—lonely and resolute.

”Ancestor...”

”I must follow Xun, you wouldn’’t understand.”

Little Chi’’s eyes softened, and he spoke gently, ”He is my elder brother, and so is Brother Bull. Wherever they go, I will follow.”

The Beast King furrowed his brow, watching that departing figure: ”Ancestor... he is human.”

He hesitated to speak further, knowing the harm humans had inflicted on the Flaming Red Ancient Lions was an indelible mark in their blood. Those not of our kin are sure to have different intentions.

Humans have never had good intentions toward spiritual beasts.

They either send spiritual beasts to die first in duels, use them to scout dangerous realms, or hunt them for cultivation—crimes too numerous to count.

That human elder was likely nurturing the ancestor for some ulterior motive.

Boom!

A giant claw struck the Beast King, causing the glacier to shatter, and the Beast King was shocked as he was slammed into it!

A hint of brutality flashed in Little Chi’’s eyes as he attacked a spiritual beast of the same realm for the first time, his voice deep, ”Do not overstep your bounds, take care of yourselves.”

With those words, he left alone, his eyes cold, leaving only a solitary and resolute figure in the wind and snow.

The Beast King stared blankly at the ancestor, feeling immense fear in his heart. Bloodline... was no longer his bond, nor was race.

His expression became desolate; spiritual beasts valued bloodlines just as cultivators valued spiritual roots.

The Beast King humbled himself to deepen this bond, hoping to give the spiritual beasts of the Northern Territory a true leader, so they wouldn’’t be trapped here like prisoners for countless years.

Little Chi walked alone on the glacier, his gaze sharp.

Everything his elder brother did was for him, not for them, and Little Chi understood this well, not wanting to be further entangled with them.

In the distance, laughter came from an igloo.

Little Chi’’s expression changed, and his majestic face revealed a hint of slyness as he shouted, ”Xun!”

”Damn it, Little Chi, why are you yelling? Can’’t you see I’’m talking with the Great Elder? Get in here.”

A roar came from inside the igloo, and a drop of health tea spilled from Chen Xun’’s hand. The Great Elder sitting opposite him smiled apologetically, glancing at Little Chi.

According to the Beast King, their ancestor’’s bloodline was quite pure, without any impurities, and even within the tribe, his lineage held a high status.

Little Chi rushed in, grinning, ”Xun, just passing by, I need to help Brother Bull.”

”Hold on.”

Chen Xun leisurely sipped his tea, looking at Little Chi calmly, ”These spiritual beasts are truly sincere to you, if...”

”Xun!” Little Chi furrowed his brow, interrupting Chen Xun for the first time, ”Wherever you go... I go.”

”I know, go help your Brother Bull.”

”Hehe.”

Little Chi trembled with excitement, the surrounding temperature rising instantly, and he transformed into a streak of flame, disappearing from the spot.

Chen Xun’’s gaze was deep, a smile inadvertently forming on his lips. He looked at the Great Elder again and laughed, ”Elder, have some tea, let’’s continue chatting.”

”Please, senior, please.”

The Great Elder quickly cupped his hands, feeling honored, and downed his cup of tea in one gulp, making Chen Xun shake his head as he refilled it, only for it to be drained again...

Chen Xun’’s lips parted slightly, and he kept pouring tea, while the Great Elder kept drinking, both of them silently drinking tea in the igloo.

...

Three days later, the Northern Territory was in turmoil.

The Beast King led a large group of spiritual beasts to see them off, and the Great Elder also led a group of barbarian cultivators to bid farewell, holding a tea barrel gifted by Chen Xun.

”Farewell, senior, ancestor!”

The Beast King roared into the distance, his eyes filled with complexity, ”Thank you, Senior Black Bull!!”

”Thank you, Senior Black Bull!!”

Roar!

Roar!

...

The many spiritual beasts roared, watching the swaying tail of the Black Bull from afar, who had set up large teleportation arrays for them, allowing them to leave the Northern Territory at any time.

”Senior Chen Xun, come to the Northern Territory for tea when you have time!”

The barbarian Great Elder tightly held the tea barrel, cherishing it greatly, ”Our tribe will surely follow the senior’’s teachings and read more books!”

Their tribe had been gifted many books purchased from Da Li by Chen Xun. Although they weren’’t cultivation techniques, they greatly expanded their knowledge and wisdom.

”Farewell, senior!”

”Farewell, senior!”

...

The sound of their farewell echoed through the wind and snow. Their tribe had no intention of leaving the Northern Territory, as it was their root, unlike the migrating spiritual beasts.

Chen Xun turned in the distance, raising his hands in a gentle wave, smiling, ”No need to see us off, we will meet again if fate allows.”

”Moo~~!” Black Bull also turned his head and called out.

Little Chi stood on Black Bull’’s back, smiling and nodding at the many spiritual beasts in the distance. The Beast King’’s heart was filled with mixed emotions as he nodded gently at Little Chi.

”Let’’s go, brothers.”

”Moo!”

”Alright, Xun!”

They shouted, and the wind and snow in the Northern Territory suddenly intensified. The three figures walked further and further away, leaving only a dashing silhouette, disappearing completely into the vast snow.

All the creatures of the Northern Territory stood in various places, gazing into the distance for a long time without leaving.

The barbarian Great Elder sighed softly, looking into the distance, ”Perhaps, this is what a true master of the world of immortals is, worthy of the name of a great power.”

Beside him stood a little boy and a little girl, their eyes pure like the glaciers of the Northern Territory, untouched by the mundane world. They both looked up at the Great Elder.

”Great Elder, that senior... is named Chen Xun?”

”Yes, our tribe must remember this name.”

The Great Elder nodded solemnly, taking their hands and walking deeper into the glacier, ”Man Zhidong, Man Luoyin, the future of our tribe is in your hands.”

The two children said nothing, only looking up at the Great Elder as they walked further away.