"Do not call me Junior Brother again. I am Dao Ancestor Chen Xun."
Chen Xun's gaze was icy. "You are not him. What did that brief span of years mean to you?"
"If so... then what does that brief span of years mean to you now?" the man asked pensively, countless tales of time hidden in his eyes. "You have already become an Immortal—why is your realm still so low?!"
"Heh, of course I will never forget it." Chen Xun sneered. "Senior Brother Ji entrusted his final hope... to me."
His voice paused slightly on the word "hope," and his expression shifted.
Senior Brother Ji was of the Human Sovereign ancestral bloodline... and bore the Great Thousand Creation Art that carried the Human Race's rise. That toad had told him far too much back then.
His heart jolted. After learning those things, he had suspected countless people—even First Fusion Immortals were among them. He had also suspected experts of the myriad races, yet he alone had never suspected Senior Brother Ji!
As for how exactly he had passed away, Chen Xun had only received news from Junior Sister Liu...
A person like that—even thinking with one's toes... could never have been an ordinary cultivator!
Yet the destruction of the Ji Clan in Great Li, and the Ji Clan of the Great World ordering the destruction of the Domain, had kept him ever deeper in the game, until he had failed to notice something so simple, so obvious.
Ji Clan, Human Sovereign ancestral bloodline, Great Thousand Creation Art...
Senior Brother Ji's identity truly had every possible weight behind it!
Just as Chen Xun's mind roiled, the man spoke.
"Junior Brother... Chen Xun, so am I." The man's voice remained low. "No matter how many storms of time, events, and people one