"Hehe..."
He smiled again, his smile deepening. How could this human junior possibly understand him? And why did he need to explain anything to an outsider?
But Fu Tian had long been weathered away by the years. He no longer possessed the spirit of youth; all he had left was the will to defy Heaven, a Dao heart that calculated across eternity and laid plans throughout the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
Whether in Zu Shou's or Ji Kun's eyes, he was an ancient figure cold to the extreme, bound by no race and bearing no attachments beyond the Ancient Crown Prince.
Such a figure could already be called invincible in Dao heart, living solely for the sake of living. Some Peak Immortals of the Ten Thousand Clans who knew of his existence were wary of him, wary that he might descend into madness.
When the Three Thousand Great Worlds ascended in the future, leaving this man exiled in the lower realm would be the best course of action.
This was the unspoken consensus of the Strongest Myriad Races. No one objected.
Fu Tian was not only an orphan of the great age, but an orphan among living beings. No immortal wished to approach him, much less dared to.
Every time he appeared, he seemed destined to battle immortals.
Zu Shou had been one such case. Ji Kun had been another.
Yet Zu Shou's circumstances were clearly far, far better than his. He was revered by the human race, with younger human immortals at his side, recounting for him the changes that had swept through the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
Fu Tian, meanwhile, had simply endured in silence. He had traversed the River of Time through age after age, silently protecting the fallen Ancient Immortal Court Crown Prince, silently sleeping and