"Chen Xun!"
From the depths of space, a vast, profound ancient voice rose boundlessly. It was the voice of Ancestor Longevity of the Human Race, yet there was a faint trace of fear in his words.
Chen Xun slowly turned his head and spoke in a low voice. "Human Race, you failed to save him. You should know that there are already very few old friends left in my Domain."
"I hope you can remain calm." Ancestor Longevity seemed to be doing his utmost to soothe Chen Xun's emotions before they erupted. "This was his choice, and also the choice of the Human Race in that era."
"The fact that I can still speak calmly with you here means Senior Brother's plan has already succeeded."
Chen Xun gazed into the infinitely distant depths, his expression profound, calm, and deathly still. "Human Race, never come disturb this Dao Ancestor again. This is already my final warning to you."
Never...
Those two words lingered in the void and shook Ancestor Longevity's heart even more fiercely. His lips parted slightly, as though he wished to explain further, but in the end, he shut his mouth tightly and said nothing.
As the oldest existence of the Human Race today, he could not say another word.
From this day onward, Chen Xun was utterly disappointed in the Human Race. After today's events, the Human Race was likewise utterly disappointed in Chen Xun. They would no longer regard him as one of the Human Race, and the two sides were destined never to walk the same road again.
Only Ji Kun's existence had turned their relationship into a balance—they would grow old and die without ever dealing with one another again, rather than becoming enemies.
Chen Xun admitted that Ji Kun had done the right thing.