Eternal Tale

”moo~” Black Bull let out another call, still wondering why the story wasn’t continuing.

”Don’t be anxious, fellow Bull. Let me think. I’ve been asleep for so long that the memories of that era are a bit hazy,” Frog Daoist chuckled awkwardly, his gaze suddenly shifting to the large area of fallen Crane Spirit Trees in the distance. His pupils contracted, ”The Crane Spirit Tree is a treasure! How did these trees fall during Senior’s cultivation?”

White Spirit also snapped back to reality at this moment, looking quite surprised. What was going on...

”Moo~”

”What, Senior is refining pills?!” Frog Daoist was dumbfounded, looking again at the strange phenomena in the world around them, realizing he had misjudged, ”This...”

”Moo!” Black Bull raised his head, indicating that these Crane Spirit Trees shouldn’t be wasted as they were of great use. He suggested they first gather the wood and wait until Chen Xun successfully refined the pills to continue listening to the story.

Ribbit~

Frog Daoist leaped up, lamenting in mid-air, feeling like a frog fallen into the plains, bullied by a bull, reduced to such a state.

White Spirit followed silently behind, suspecting that Frog Daoist’s mention of Dao resonance hinted at a purpose far more complex than it seemed on the surface.

Especially the phrase ’White Spirit, get closer,’ which still lingered in its mind, refusing to fade, fearing it might be a ploy to send it to its death...It knew that Frog Daoist possessed a peerless life-saving immortal technique, a Daoist art above all, making it impossible for anyone to kill him, for what you kill is always his past self, while his current self remains eternal!

The three figures strolled leisurely through the back mountain, each with their own thoughts, completing the task of moving the Crane Spirit Trees.

Days gradually became peaceful, spring came and summer went, and the entire back mountain was now a sea of flowers, even a plain was being cultivated.

Frog Daoist and White Spirit had completely become laborers, without seeing any benefits... working tirelessly day and night, as the energy of cultivators was too abundant.

White Spirit secretly lamented, never realizing a year could be so hard to endure. If it were cultivating, decades or even centuries could pass in the blink of an eye, never counting the days.

Frog Daoist, on the other hand, was in good spirits, being a cheerful frog, occasionally discussing the Dao with Black Bull, acting like an old senior, leaving Black Bull bewildered.

However, it always hovered between almost believing and not believing, always trusting only Chen Xun.

One day, the mountain shook and the earth trembled.

Boom!

From the thatched hut came an exasperated curse, ”Motherfucker, it exploded! No respect for this Dao Ancestor?!”

The angry cursing continued for an entire day before subsiding.

Frog Daoist, diligently working on the plain, gradually gained a wise look in his eyes. What was the situation... just a failed pill refinement, not worth such a fuss.

Ribbit~

He shook his head slightly, secretly commenting: This one’s Dao heart is somewhat unstable.

Then he continued to cultivate the wasteland with White Spirit, living a life of seclusion on this nameless desolate mountain, without a trace of meat to be seen.

...

Time flowed like a gentle stream, quietly passing in the thatched hut, a hundred years like a day.

The environment here had completely transformed, with a forest of bamboo surrounding the hut, a winding stone path, resembling a secluded immortal abode.

Inside the hut, an ancient wooden table held a medical classic, its pages yellowed, the handwriting vigorous and powerful, as if carrying the wisdom of ages.

In front of the door, a rocking chair stood quietly in the sunlight, yet unoccupied, with some farming tools standing beside it.

On the wall hung an unfinished painting of mundane life, each stroke meticulously drawn over the years.

In the corner, an ancient tree pierced through the roof of the hut, its branches intertwined, covered with tender green vines. Beneath it lay a bamboo couch, with a simple mat on top, seemingly a place for frequent meditation and contemplation.

At this moment, the window was tightly closed, leaving only a small gap, through which dappled sunlight streamed, dancing inside the hut, illuminating the passage of time with a bright hue.

In this tranquil environment, time seemed to freeze, the passing two hundred years feeling like a mere moment.

Outside the hut, the cicadas sang intermittently, a gentle breeze rustling through the bamboo forest, producing a low wail.

On a small hill in the back mountain, two figures stood silently.

Looking out, the mountain was filled with tombstones, each bearing a story of life, a journey of a cultivator.

The flowers, grass, and trees around the cemetery grew quietly, like silent companions, gently adorning the desolate land with their verdant colors.

A Merit Ledger stood before a large tomb, suspended in the air.

The tomb was inscribed with two words: Hometown.

”Bull, let’s go,” Chen Xun said calmly, ”News from Tai Yu, there’s a Tribulation Crossing ceremony in the Ancient City of True Spirits. Let’s go take a look.”

Jingle~

The bell on Black Bull rang as it responded, turning to leave with Chen Xun.

Chen Xun walked slowly, his peripheral vision glancing to the side, a faint smile on his lips, but a hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes as he gradually moved away with Black Bull.

In the Spiritual Medicine Garden of the thatched hut.

A frog and a bird, both with ropes tied around their necks, were currently wide-eyed, their entire bodies trembling with excitement. A ten-thousand-year-old treasure herb, all motherfucking ten-thousand-year-old treasure herbs!!

”Daoist, the Star Illusion Flower! The Heavenly Moon Fruit... and what’s that?!”

White Spirit’s mouth was almost watering as it stared at a treasure herb continuously absorbing the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, ”If this isn’t an illusion, I’d think we entered some ancient sect’s Spiritual Medicine Garden!”

”Heh, that’s the Nine Palaces Lotus, the companion treasure herb of an ancient beast.”

Frog Daoist’s voice trembled, unable to control his aura, ”These spiritual herbs, although not too rare in the outside world, once they reach ten thousand years, they are undoubtedly treasure herbs... items worthy of auction.”

”Truly eye-opening, if consumed... it would be an unparalleled opportunity.”

White Spirit suppressed its greed, knowing some herbs were far beyond ten thousand years, it shifted the topic slightly, ”Daoist, what kind of pill is that senior refining?”

”Not sure... but it seems he succeeded, haven’t you forgotten the terrifying phenomena that night?”

”I know... even ancient beasts were drawn by the pill’s aura, only to meet a tragic end, having their bones extracted alive.”

White Spirit’s pupils contracted sharply, shivering all over, recalling how Senior Black Bull had physically beaten a Great Ascension stage ancient beast to tears, shaking the surrounding tens of thousands of miles.

Thinking of this, its budding thoughts were instantly quashed, its gaze becoming resolute, determined to protect this land!

Frog Daoist walked with his hands behind his back, pointing here and there, ”Although the age is precious, the rarity is lacking, there’s no longevity-extending treasure herb, quite a pity.”

”Daoist, are you in need of longevity?”

”Ribbit! Of course!”

Frog Daoist cursed, ”The cultivators of that era were all fierce, killing at the drop of a hat, longevity-extending herbs were long divided.”

”Back then, for the Taiwei Purple Immortal Trees, thousands of clans waged a massive war in the Taiwei Great World, even the Flaming Red Ancient Lion was exterminated, and they were the Tomb-Guarding Clan of a grand world remnant, sigh.”

”...” White Spirit was shocked, speechless for a long time, wondering if the fierce ones of that era dared to bear such immense karma...

It frowned slightly, feeling that Frog Daoist harbored too many secrets, knowing everything, but only speaking when asked, leaving one astonished for years.

”Daoist...”

”Little White Spirit, what’s up?”

”Your... true identity... in that era.”

White Spirit took a deep breath, finally asking the question that had puzzled it for years, ”If you don’t wish to say, I won’t ask again.”

”No problem.”

Frog Daoist’s aura gradually rose, leaping onto a leaf of a spiritual herb, eyes revealing a domineering look, ”This Daoist once united thirteen great world tribes, waging war against the Immortal Spirit Clan of the Boundless Great World...”

”Personally appointed by the Heavenly Strategy, Chi Immortal General!”