"Mhm."
Black-Robed Chen Xun smiled faintly. "My consciousness is a little hazy, but it was quite an exquisite stretch of years. You know, I would never scheme against you."
"Words are useless." Chen Xun's true self spoke indifferently. "Consider it that I have brought you back. As for the journey through the Chaos Ancient Road, consider it my own overconfidence. These years... you have worked hard."
"Hehe, remember, this was our promise back then."
Black-Robed Chen Xun smiled weakly and turned to face Chen Xun's true self. "I was you to begin with. I called you here only because I wanted to see them one last time."
A glimmer flashed through Chen Xun's narrow eyes. "The ancient road's mission is complete."
"Chen Xun, are you truly willing to cut away your past self?" Black-Robed Chen Xun's expression abruptly grew somewhat agitated.
"You have done your utmost for the Immortal Court, and I have done my utmost for old friends. On the journey along the Primordial River, I will lead them forward without looking back."
An imposing force and conviction suddenly surged from Chen Xun's true body, his words ringing like iron. "Cutting you down is not cutting away the past. It is severing the self that hesitated and failed to advance because of the past."
Black-Robed Chen Xun's memories had long since surged turbulently into the true body. It was as if Chen Xun had watched flowers galloping past on horseback, seeing everything at a glance.
This avatar was like his past self—unable to see the road ahead, forever muddleheaded deep within, drifting with the tide, never boldly stepping forward, planning for the future, or seeking eternal prosperity for those around him.
Had he been his true self, his killing intent likely would not have been so heavy. The moment