"Do not call me junior brother again. I am Chen Xun, the Dao Ancestor."
Chen Xun's gaze was icy. "You are not him. What did those brief years amount to for you?"
"Then... what do those brief years amount to for you now?" the man asked pensively, countless tales of time hidden in his eyes. "You have already become an immortal—why is your realm still so low?!"
"Heh, of course I will never forget them." Chen Xun sneered. "Senior Brother Ji entrusted his final ho—hope to me..."
His voice paused slightly on the word "hope," and his expression changed faintly.
Senior Brother Ji had been of the Human Emperor's ancestral vein... carrying the Grand Creation Art that would raise the human race. That toad had told him far too much back then.
His heart jolted. After learning this information, he had suspected countless people—even Shi Rongxian was among them. He had also suspected the powerhouses of the myriad races, but he alone had never suspected Senior Brother Ji!
As for how exactly he had entered sitting meditation, Chen Xun had only received word from Junior Sister Liu...
A person like that, even thinking with one's toes... could never have been an Ordinary Cultivator!
Yet the Destruction of the Ji Family in Great Li, and the Ji Clan of the Great Age ordering the destruction of realms, had kept him buried deeper and deeper in the game. He had actually failed to notice something so simple, so obvious.
The Ji Clan, the Human Emperor's ancestral vein, the Grand Creation Art...
Senior Brother Ji's identity had truly been stacked to the brim!
Just as Chen Xun's mind was reeling, the man spoke.
"Junior Bro... Chen Xun, so am I." The man's voice remained low. "No matter how many vicissitudes of people and