The man's eyes held the vicissitudes of ages untold as he looked upon every blade of grass, every brick and tile of Ji City, his gaze containing a myriad tangled emotions. His lips had already begun to murmur:
"Humanity undying... my Dao not alone. I contend with Heaven for my fate; my Dao shall endure forever..."
"Fellow daoists... I have come to see you..."
A trace of boldness and gentleness finally flashed across his stern face, only for it to gradually return to cold severity. He said icily, "Yet the present Prosperous Age of Humanity has disappointed you. The backbone of our Human Race seems not to have risen among its descendants."
"Even my junior brother, that peerless genius whose Great Dao was one of non-action, openly withdrew from the Human Race over this and even made an Immortal Oath."
"Fellow daoists, I remember that nothing like this had ever happened in our generation."
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his grip around the longsword in his hand tightened. "We had always protected the younger generation, allowing them to grow safely within the realms without being assassinated or dying young. We had never pushed our descendants out to serve as stepping stones."
"Whatever suffering came, we bore it all ourselves. Yet such a legacy seems to remain only among the Realm Lifeforms of our realm; it was never passed down through the Human Race bloodline of these Three Thousand Great Worlds... How lamentable, how laughable."
As he spoke, he laughed. Over the past half a month, he had seen through far too much.
What ascension of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, what the Human Race's forbearance for the sake of some grand scheme—in his eyes, it was all the greatest joke in the world!
There was no need to make