"Senior Brother Ji."
At that moment, a woman in splendid robes drifted over. Judging by her appearance, she was Human Race, yet the innate law markings on her brow suggested otherwise, for true Eternal Ancient Humans bore no such markings between their brows.
Ji Fan gazed into the sky without sparing the woman a glance. He said blandly, "Yutong, the true decisive battle is nearly here. Leaving the Shadow Immortal Realm is where you belong. This matter was never yours to begin with."
The woman was named Shi Yutong.
A descendant of the Desolate Ancient Clan, she had once been Ji Fan's junior sister in the Primordial Immortal Domain.
A trace of reluctance appeared in Shi Yutong's eyes. "Senior Brother, no matter the outcome, I fear there will be no good ending."
What she meant was that whether he could suppress and kill the Dao Ancestor or not, the price he paid would leave him with no future.
"Yutong." Ji Fan's voice deepened for a moment. "Without those events back then, you and I would have long since become a handful of yellow earth, buried in immortal tombs within the Shadow Immortal Realm, worshipped by descendants whose names we did not know. Our entire immortal paths would have been offered up to heaven and earth as we muddled through our lives."
Cultivation had never been as carefree, unrestrained, and dazzling as ordinary beings imagined. It was boundless desolation and torment. Before one reached the summit, there lay only a bitter sea of ten thousand tribulations.
Only after reaching the summit did true cultivation begin, yet that was precisely when one had little time left.
"Tell me, what do we cultivate for?"
Ji Fan smiled, a weathered and peculiar smile. "When your senior brother became an immortal back then, the Eternal