In this life, he revered neither the strong nor heaven and earth. He did not cultivate the human path, nor did he possess the emotions of a Human Race being. Yet he revered the Human Race's sages alone.
But reality dealt his Dao heart a savage blow. He was willing to endure Ji Kun's scolding, willing to accept Ji Kun's punishment, but he alone could not bear disappointment—could not bear this sage's silence toward him.
At this moment, his heart was tortured to its utmost limit.
He himself was merely an Immortal who had lived for less than a hundred thousand years, one of the Human Race descendants constrained generation after generation by all manner of causes. He, too, could not return to that era to change anything.
He had even calculated it long ago. Even if he truly could travel back to the past, he still could not possibly make a better choice than the Human Race Immortals of that generation had.
How could the complexities of an era and the great clans of countless living beings be changed in just a few words?!
Yet when those Immortal Words left his mouth, Ji Kun still walked on with his back to Spine City of the Human Race.
Nor did he pause even slightly because of his words. He merely vanished silently into the Boundless Great World, his destination unknown.
Jiang Jixiu lowered his head despondently.
Since this senior could not understand the upheavals brought about by the span of this Immortal Dao Great Era, the Human Race would naturally do what it believed was right. A momentary impulse was never a long-term course of action; all races possessed immense hidden trump cards.
Even the Primordial Immortal Clan had endured the fall of Peak Immortals...
Still, Ji Kun's intervention had