"Yes!"
"I must go see the Venerable!"
"Only by seeing the Venerable can I grow stronger!"
"If the Venerable can grant the Spirit Race a few opportunities, then enduring for all eternity will be no problem for us."
Jianmu's heart burned with fervor.
At his level, he could see many things clearly.
In this world...
Every powerful race had periods of prosperity and decline.
Although the Spirit Race was currently at its peak, it would eventually decline. When that day came, it might face the threat of extinction.
To avoid extinction, it needed sufficiently deep reserves to sustain itself.
Truth be told...
Jianmu was not confident that he could keep the Spirit Race safe forever.
True immortals were powerful, but even their lifespans were limited.
Even now, he had yet to sense where his own lifespan would end.
Yet Jianmu understood that his end would come one day. Unless he could break through the limits of a true immortal, he could never escape that constraint.
Having made his decision...
He quietly split off a strand of his consciousness to form an avatar, which headed out of the Spirit Race's territory.
The Human Race.
Inside the Human Emperor's Palace.
Feng had just returned when he saw an exceedingly familiar figure standing in the Main Hall.
"Feng greets the Venerable!"
He bowed deeply, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.
Qin Shujian turned to look at the man before him, his expression tinged with satisfaction.
"After more than a hundred thousand years apart, you've already come this far. That is worth celebrating!"
"All my achievements are thanks to your gifts, Venerable. Without you, Feng would not even exist in this world!"
Feng answered respectfully.
He felt awe from the bottom of his heart toward this creator-like being.
The Human Race might