In this life, he respected neither the strong nor heaven and earth. He did not cultivate the human path and possessed none of the emotions of a human living being, yet he alone revered the human race's sages of old.
But reality dealt his Dao heart a savage blow. He was willing to endure Ji Kun's scolding, willing to accept Ji Kun's punishment, but he alone could not bear disappointment. He could not bear this sage's silence toward him.
At this moment, the torment within his heart had reached its utmost limit.
He himself was merely an immortal who had lived less than a hundred thousand years, one of the human race's descendants, generation after generation constrained by all manner of causes. He too could not return to that era and change anything.
He had even calculated it long ago. Even if he truly could travel back to the past, with how things had turned out today, he still could not have made a better choice than the human immortals of that generation.
How could the complexities of an era and the great races among billions of living beings be changed in just a few words?!
Yet as those Immortal Words left his lips, Ji Kun continued walking with his back to Ji City.
Nor did he pause for even a fraction because of Jiang Ji Xiu's words. He merely vanished silently into the Boundless Great World, his destination unknown.
Jiang Ji Xiu lowered his head dejectedly.
Since this senior could not understand the upheavals wrought by the vast span of this great era of immortality, then the human race would naturally do what it believed was right. A momentary impulse was never the way of the long term; the Ten Thousand Clans all possessed tremendous trump cards.
Even the