"Chen Xun, come." Futian waved his hand and activated an immortal technique, viciously suppressing Ancient Immortal.
The Chaos Great Dao emerged.
Chen Xun became a fleeting streak of light and appeared beside Futian in an instant. He stared deeply at Futian's appearance, yet somehow could not remember what he looked like.
The appearance he saw now was exactly what he imagined in his heart: an ancient, world-weary old man on the verge of death, naturally three parts inferior to himself in looks.
Suddenly.
Futian stood at the forefront. One hand shot backward and fiercely gripped Chen Xun's arm. "Chen Xun, I entrust my True Spirit to you."
The surrounding void was filled with scenes of world-destruction. Futian's black hair flew wildly, yet his back became ever more majestic, ever more ethereal, and ever more frail...
Chen Xun's gaze flickered. "If you can return to that era, can you come back?"
"There is no need." Futian's voice was calm. He then stepped into the sky. "Those who live forever are great thieves of heaven and earth. There is no place that can contain me."
"Chen Xun, there is a stone stele in the void beyond the Great World. It is for you."
Though Futian had lived forever in this world, his memories were exceedingly hazy. Nor did he have any great opportunity to leave Chen Xun as thanks. He only had this stone stele, which could allow cultivators to cross the void without being eroded by it.
Chen Xun slowly drew a deep breath. He suddenly felt much better. As long as there were benefits, that was enough.
"Go!" Futian suddenly swept a palm backward. He abruptly let out a pained low roar. In his current state, he could not hold out against Ancient Immortal and the Heavenly Dao for even