Only half a month had passed.
Ji Kun crossed over a thousand Small Worlds in the flesh. His surging power of blood and qi erupted through the vast void, and even the power of Chaos Law swirling around him yielded before him.
His expression was cold to the extreme. Along the way, he had already heard the voices of all things...
Every flower and leaf, every blade of grass and tree possessed the will of living beings. They were inheritors of all spirits beneath heaven and earth, and invisible recorders besides.
The Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance... the various Immortal Alliances of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, the Human Race, the Ten Thousand Clans, the Small Realms, the Heavenly River War...
He had learned it all from the voices of all spirits within the Great Worlds. It could even be said that half of Chen Xun's life and experiences had already appeared within his Sea of Consciousness.
Ji Kun's heart had long been roiled like rivers and seas. He had never imagined that he had Borrowed the Dao to Become Immortal in such a way, only to be forced in the end to sacrifice himself to the Dao!
The Three Thousand Great Worlds, where the immortal path flourished, felt utterly unfamiliar to him—unfamiliar to the very extreme. Why did the Human Race still have to endure after growing strong... Why had the Human Race, which had risen by relying on the Small Realms, repeatedly destroyed its own homeland?!
That was absolutely not how things had been said back then!
The Human Race of that era carried savage, blood-soaked auras. Even if their minds had gone mad, they could never have made such a decision.
Would that not bury the entire history of the Human Race's rise within the Three Thousand Great