The white divine ox lay quietly beneath the ancient pine tree, its back against a large blue stone, with a dense clump of green grass beneath it. The ox's breathing was natural and harmonious, as if it had become one with its surroundings.
At this moment, it is snoring softly, seemingly enjoying the peaceful moment.
"Old Ox! Old Ox..." Du Xuan walked up gently and called softly, but the white divine ox did not respond and remained immersed in its dream.
Seeing this, Du Xuan took a few more steps forward, took a bamboo staff in his hand, and gently tapped the white divine ox on its body.
"Old Niu, wake up!" This time, Du Xuan's voice was slightly louder than before, carrying a hint of urgency and anticipation.
After a while, the white sacred bull finally couldn't stand it anymore and opened its eyes with a groan, its eyes still showing a hint of sleepiness and dissatisfaction.
"You brat! What are you trying to do? Don't you know it's immoral to disturb someone's sleep?"
Du Xuan smiled slightly and replied without any politeness, "Enough nonsense! Hurry up and come with me."
The white sacred bull blinked and asked curiously, "Where are we going? What are we going to do?"
After all, they had a close relationship, so Du Xuan didn't hide anything and recounted the whole story in detail.
The white divine ox nodded slightly in understanding. "So it was the master's order..."
After saying that, it flipped itself up and stood up, then smiled at Du Xuan and said, "Alright! Come on up."
Du Xuan leaped lightly and landed steadily on the broad back of the white divine ox.
"Let's go!" With Du Xuan's command, the white ox leaped into the air and instantly appeared tens of thousands of feet in the sky.
It looked up to see where it was going, then took off running towards the depths of the sea of clouds.
Its enormous body sped through the void, each step incredibly steady, as if it were running on flat ground.
For the white ox, a mere thousand miles was but a fleeting moment.
The magnificent landscape below flashed past Du Xuan's eyes like a revolving lantern, making him marvel at the vastness and beauty of the world.
He sat steadily on the ox's back, holding a purple bamboo staff in his hand. An invisible power emanated from his body, forming a protective shield that kept the fierce winds from the sky at bay.
Although the journey was tens of thousands of miles long, this distance was nothing to the white ox.
Before long, they arrived above a majestic mountain peak.
The white ox stopped and turned to look at Du Xuan, asking, "Boy, is this Mount Jun?" Du Xuan shook his head and replied with a smile, "How would I know?"
After all, this was his first time here, and he didn't know whether this mountain was Junshan.
So he started counting on his fingers.
Before long, Du Xuan confirmed that this was the place he was looking for, and nodded in satisfaction: "That's right, this is it."
After hearing Du Xuan's words, the white ox slowly descended from the clouds.
As the surrounding sea of clouds gradually dissipated, the full view of Junshan Mountain below was gradually revealed to Du Xuan.
This mountain range stretches endlessly, with towering peaks reaching into the clouds and sheer cliffs everywhere. Countless brightly colored birds fly among the mountains.
The mountain is covered with pine, cypress and willow trees, forming dense forests.
Wisps of soft white smoke swirled above the mountains and forests, making the whole scene look like a dream.
The rocks in the mountains are strangely shaped; some are piled up together, while others stand alone as scenic views.
A series of mountain winds blew by, making a whistling sound, like the roar of wild beasts.
Waterfalls and springs are everywhere in the mountains, converging into clear pools or winding streams.
Vines and thorns grow luxuriantly among the mountains and rivers, wildflowers bloom in vibrant colors, and wild grasses grow lush and verdant.
However, this mountain forest is sparsely populated, appearing exceptionally desolate and vast...
In the sky, a white ox carrying Du Xuan slowly descended from the clouds.
When they reached the mountainside, Du Xuan's eyes were suddenly opened up to a magnificent Taoist temple.
"This is probably it..." Du Xuan murmured softly, his gaze sweeping across the distant landscape towards the mysterious Taoist temple.
Despite the great distance, Du Xuan could clearly sense that his destined adversary was currently hiding in that Taoist temple.
Meanwhile, inside the Taoist temple, a young man was meditating cross-legged on a cliff behind the mountain when suddenly, an inexplicable palpitation surged into his heart, making it difficult for him to control himself.
Immediately, a strong premonition welled up in my heart.
"This..." His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly ended his cultivation, immediately starting to calculate with his fingers.
In that instant, he grasped the entire truth, and then couldn't help but look towards the heavens, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes...
The Taoist temple here is the Qingyang Temple.
This temple has a long history and profound cultural heritage, and is one of the ten righteous immortal sects in this world.
The young man's name was Wen Zaidao, a true disciple of Qingyang Temple, and he held a highly respected position.
Wen Zaidao's background was quite extraordinary. Like Du Xuan, he was born with a destiny to fulfill.
When he was born, a strange phenomenon appeared in the world, which caught the attention of the cultivators of Qingyang Temple and they quickly reported it to the temple master, Songtao Daoren.
Upon learning of this, Master Songtao personally brought Wen Zaidao back to the temple and accepted him as a disciple.
After years of cultivation, Wen Zaidao displayed astonishing talent and ability, and successfully broke through to the Yuan Shen realm in just over a hundred years.
In the cultivation world, the primordial spirit realm is considered extraordinary, enough to be called a wandering immortal.
With his strength, he was fully capable of dominating a region and becoming the leader or elder of a small sect.
However, he did not choose to leave Qingyang Temple, but stayed there to strive for a higher realm, waiting for the calamity to reach its climax before descending the mountain to fulfill his destiny...
Having recently achieved the primordial spirit, Wen Zaidao found a quiet place in the back mountain to circulate the power of his primordial spirit and sense the natural world, thereby stabilizing his primordial spirit's magical power.
"Destiny!"
"Nemesis!"
"Hmph! I don't believe it. Since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep today, I'll kill you and see how you'll be my enemy in the future!"
Although he knew that the other party had a high level of cultivation, this was the territory of Qingyang Temple. He had all his masters as his backing, so why would he be afraid of the people who came?
With a sudden thought, he made up his mind, immediately leaped up, jumped off the cliff, and disappeared into the sea of clouds. He then transformed into a streak of light and shot straight out of the temple.
Meanwhile, a hundred miles away in the void, Du Xuan sat upright on the back of an ox.
The white ox asked, "Kid, how do you plan to find that person next?"
Upon hearing this, Du Xuan frowned, not answering immediately, but falling into deep thought...
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