As soon as these words were spoken, a chilling aura filled the Spiritual dicine Garden.
Frog Daoist's gaze gradually turned cold and profound, and the entire deanor of the frog transford dramatically. His eyes seed to pierce through endless ages, standing atop the myriad clans of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, commanding with authority!
Hiss...
White Spirit flapped its wings, taking a sharp breath... Is he bluffing?
"Hmm?" Frog Daoist snorted coldly, "Young one, what kind of look is that!"
"Heh... heh." White Spirit chuckled awkwardly. It was hard to discern truth from falsehood in such matters, especially since they weren't from the sa era. However, this one's style and actions surely didn't match such grandeur.
Frog Daoist looked up at the sky, folding his arms again, his gaze deep and nostalgic, reminiscing about the past...
White Spirit sighed quietly. Frog Daoist was always like this, sotis drifting into mories while speaking.
It had long grown accustod to it. After all, a being from the previous era suddenly living in this one would always feel disoriented. Perhaps only those ancient mories made the world feel real to it.
Caw~
White Spirit let out a soft cry and began tending to the vast Spiritual dicine Garden, ensuring every blade of grass was accounted for. Let's see who dares to steal!
Frog Daoist continued gazing at the sky, a Clear Dust Grass unknowingly appearing in his mouth. He laughed self-deprecatingly, "In this vast world, where is my ho? Is it really good to seal my spirit?"
His gaze slowly sharpened, a hint of a terrifying killing intent flashing in his eyes. He had never wanted to seal himself... A person who had lived through such an era of slaughter feared neither life nor death.
A voice, echoing through the ages, gradually reached Frog Daoist's ears.
"General, the situation is dire. The Chaos Immortal Spirit List has absorbed the great clans' fortunes. The strongest myriad clans have established their dominance over the world, and they seek to end this era!!"
"General, do not trust the human race lightly! This race has secured the sixth rank among the myriad clans! We have been abandoned by the Human Emperor!!"
"General, go! I will lead our people to cover the retreat!!"
...
On the vast land, a sea of blood stretched to the horizon, corpses piled upon each other, resembling a scene from purgatory.
A woman of the White Spirit Clan, in her human form, wore a battle armor of white light. Her face was stained with blood, her figure desolate yet resolute, her eyes like an abyss, filled with defiance and determination.
In that era, a spirit beast daring to take human form as a woman was considered a traitor to their clan.
Yet, she chuckled softly at this mont, her laughter like a ghostly breeze brushing over the desolate sea of blood.
The fortunes of the human race, and the karma that caused such a massacre, were they really ant to bear it? What a cruel deception... utterly absurd.
"... Human Emperor!" The woman's fierce aura was overwhelming, her eyes still defiant, a domineering gaze piercing through the grand world, looking towards the vast Void Land.
At this mont, a trembling frog stood quietly on her shoulder, eyes full of despair, an indescribable heaviness, a deep fear of the abyss of despair.
"Chixian..."
"White Spirit!"
"Escape to the Great World of Taiyi, the Three-Eyed Ancient Immortal Spirits have betrayed the clan. They are now battling the Nine Heavens Shadow Clan, and nine great worlds have beco battlefields. Go to the immortal ancient forbidden lands, the 'Ten Thousand Tribulations Ti Sand'!"
"Live and die together, I will not flee."
"I have a backup plan there. I will be reborn in this place, rise again, trust this once."
General White Spirit spoke in a low voice, a beautiful yet tragic smile on her lips, "My Dao essence is there. I hope you can retrieve it. This is the final battle. I cannot let down the billions of immortal soldiers who follow ."
"But..!"
Puff~
Before the frog could finish speaking, a Clear Dust Grass suddenly blocked its mouth. It trembled violently, bloodshot eyes brimming with tears, nodding heavily, saying no more.
It gently leaped off White Spirit's shoulder, the vast spatial power around it fluctuating, a deep, dark spatial passage slowly opening.
The frog turned its head, looking at that towering back, but that figure stood firm on the ground, eyes forward, never looking back.
"White Spirit..." the frog growled lowly, resolutely diving into the spatial passage, mories surging like a tide.
It was a bright and sunny morning.
By an unremarkable pond, a human woman with a Clear Dust Grass in her mouth appeared.
"Hey, toad, pondering the path of immortality there?!"
"Mind your own business, want to discuss the Dao with this Daoist?!"
"Haha, a re Elental Infant phase dares to boast in front of . But I do like you. Want to explore the grand world of immortals with ?!"
"Scram, don't disturb this Daoist. Humans, just an insignificant race."
...
This was their first encounter, but Frog Daoist's fate was rather tragic, beaten up and forcibly taken by White Spirit to distant lands, stepping into the vast grand world.
Later, it discovered that White Spirit wasn't human... but she greatly admired humans, having been saved by a human expert in her youth.
They rose from the grand world, riding the winds with the humans, the twists and hardships spanning thousands of years, indescribable.
They thought the good days were finally coming, but what awaited them was a shocking disaster...
Buzz—
The spatial passage completely closed. On the battlefield, White Spirit finally turned slightly, her gaze growing cold. Now there were no more worries!
Countless beings soared into the sky, boarding majestic warships that rocked the heavens, as the annihilation battle erupted...
The frog fled into the Great World of Taiyi, searching everywhere for news of the human race's war, but the results seed grim. It was rumored that White Spirit's army had been completely... wiped out.
It fled everywhere, escaping into the immortal ancient forbidden lands of the Wild Heaven Region, waiting for White Spirit's rebirth, waiting for White Spirit's backup plan!
But sotis, endless waiting doesn't necessarily yield results...
White Spirit never returned, nor was she reborn. She deceived Frog Daoist, leaving only Dao essence here to give Frog Daoist a sliver of hope.
It roared in unwillingness, forcibly suppressed by White Spirit's Dao essence in the Ten Thousand Tribulations Ti Sand, its consciousness slowly sinking into slumber.
...
In the Spiritual dicine Garden.
Frog Daoist sighed deeply, his eyes filled with the passage of ti. Crossing a vast grand era, it had finally co to an end, reduced to a mountain guardian spirit beast, old...
White Spirit probably wouldn't deceive it. Perhaps her cultivation realm was just lacking at the ti. With Dao essence enduring, there should still be hope for her rebirth in this era.
The key lies with that young one. Only Dao essence can resonate with Dao essence. Its own aptitude is limited, its strength has fallen significantly, unable to comprehend the Dao essence of heaven and earth.
Ribbit~
Frog Daoist's gaze deepened, a bit of calculation in his heart. If worst cos to worst, he might have to swallow his pride, don't force him to kneel and beg!
For now, it's best to work diligently. That young black bull is quite easy to talk to.
Frog Daoist hopped down from the spiritual leaf. It truly is a great era now, even a human with an unstable Dao heart, even a simple-minded black bull can cultivate to the Heavenly Sovereign realm...
And that young one even comprehended Dao essence. It's truly unreasonable. If White Spirit were alive in this era, there might be no place for these cultivators.
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