"I thought it would take you decades, perhaps even centuries, before you came into contact with the Ancient Immortal Realm. I never expected it to happen so soon."
Ji Yongsheng's voice rang out in Qin Jun's mind, filled with wistful sighs.
Sitting on the White Emperor's shoulder, Qin Jun became even more puzzled. Why did this feel like last words before death?
"Hmph! I won't die! I will live on forever, avenge the Holy Court, follow in the footsteps of the first White Emperor, and restore the glory of the Extreme Flame Demon God!"
Ji Yongsheng snorted coldly, making Qin Jun even more curious. Could Ji Yongsheng be revived?
"Because you are me!"
Ji Yongsheng's voice suddenly rose. In an instant, Qin Jun felt as though his mind had exploded, his very soul trembling.
The surrounding scenes flashed past rapidly as vast memories flooded into his mind, familiar yet strange.
A lifetime of changes passed like a fleeting touch of the fingertips.
"Your name is Ji Yongsheng? Your surname is Ji? It seems you have quite the background!"
"You want to learn my skills? Fine, but first you must take me as your master. Kneel!"
"So what if three demons have entered the saint realm? Step back, disciple. Watch how your master slays them!"
"Some people always forget their roots and where they came from. What is so good about the Ancient Immortal Realm? Disciple, do not become like them!"
Within these memories, the person who had accompanied him the longest was none other than the White Emperor.
He had studied under the White Emperor, experienced battle from a young age, and grown through combat. No matter how treacherous the mountains of blades and seas of fire, the White Emperor had always protected him. It was as though nothing in