Ji Kun pondered for a long while before speaking. "Junior brother Chen, this art was passed down through my inheritance. This ancient tome was mine to give you in the first place. We cultivators have no reason to take back a gift once given."
"So that was it." Chen Xun nodded. "This art seems capable of seizing the power of Heaven and Earth Creation. Its backlash comes in the form of shortened lifespan."
"It seems Junior Brother already knows."
Ji Kun's gaze sharpened. "This art was inherited from the Great Thousand World of the previous Heaven and Earth Reincarnation. Our human race found it within an Ancient Crane Spirit Tree in a Small Realm."
"So it seems that Zu Shou of the human race was the first human to cultivate this art..."
Chen Xun murmured, "And because it was a cultivation art from a Great Thousand World, it was rejected by the Great World Source. Thus, wherever the Great World Source existed, Zu Shou could not approach—not even a Small Realm."
A barely perceptible trace of surprise flashed through Ji Kun's eyes. He had not expected his junior brother to know so many ancient secrets.
He nodded. "Yes, but not entirely. The backlash he suffered ran too deep."
"I understand." Chen Xun smiled faintly. "I once cleared the path ahead for Old Ox's cultivation art. Naturally, I know what it feels like to be the first."
When he formed his Golden Core and when he opened up the Five Elements Immortal Path, his life had hung by a thread.
Yet afterward, Old Ox had encountered no such danger at all and passed through everything unscathed.
It seemed Zu Shou had been the same, carving out a bloody road for the Ji Clan. His end was to become neither man nor