It had only been half a month.
Ji Kun had crossed over a thousand Small Realms in his fleshly body. His surging power of blood and qi erupted through the vast void, and even the Chaos Law swirling around him made way for him.
His expression was cold to the extreme. Along the way, he had already heard the voices of all things...
Every flower and leaf, every blade of grass and tree possessed the will of living things. They were the inheritors of all spirits beneath heaven and earth, and invisible recorders as well.
The Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance... the various Immortal Alliances of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, the Human Race, the myriad races, the Small Realms, the Celestial River War...
He had learned it all from the voices of all spirits across the great worlds. It could even be said that half of Chen Xun's past years had already appeared within his sea of consciousness.
Ji Kun's heart had long been shaken like rivers and seas. He had never expected that Chen Xun had borrowed the Dao to become an Immortal in such a manner, only to be forced into Dao Sacrifice in the end!
This Three Thousand Great Worlds, where the immortal path flourished, felt utterly foreign to him—foreign beyond all measure. Why did the Human Race still have to endure after becoming strong... Why had the Human Race, which had risen upon the Small Realms, destroyed its homelands one after another?!
That had absolutely not been the understanding back then!
The Human Race of that era had savage, blood-soaked auras. Even if they had gone mad in the head, they could never have made such a decision.
Was this not burying the entire history of the Human Race's rise within the Three Thousand Great Worlds? Where