"Hehe..."
He laughed again, his smile deepening. How could this Human Race junior possibly understand him? And why did he need to explain anything to an outsider?
But Futian had long been rotted away by the years. He no longer possessed the spirit of youth; all that remained was his will to defy the heavens, and the Dao Heart that had calculated across eternity and laid plans throughout the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
Whether in Ancestor Longevity's eyes or Ji Kun's, he was an ancient figure cold to the extreme, bound to no race and bearing no attachments beyond the ancient imperial prince.
Such a figure could already be called invincible in Dao Heart. He lived merely to live. Some Peak Immortals of the myriad races who knew of his existence had always guarded against him, guarded against him going mad.
When the Three Thousand Great Worlds ascended in the future, leaving this man exiled in the lower realm would be the best course of action.
This was the unspoken consensus among the Strongest Myriad Races. No one objected.
Futian was not only an orphan of the Great World, but also an orphan among living beings. No Immortal wished to approach him, and even fewer dared to.
Every time he appeared, he seemed destined to fight an Immortal.
Ancestor Longevity had been one such case. Ji Kun had been another.
Yet Ancestor Longevity's circumstances were clearly far, far better than his. He was revered by the Human Race, with younger Human Race Immortals at his side, recounting the changes of the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
Futian, meanwhile, had simply passed through in silence—walking through the River of Time of one era after another, silently protecting the fallen ancient imperial prince, silently sleeping and awakening.
Boom!
A terrifying transparent ripple spread