"Chen Xun!"
From the depths of space, an ancient voice vast and profound rose boundlessly. It was Zu Shou of the human race, yet a faint trace of fear tinged his voice.
Chen Xun slowly turned his head and spoke in a low voice. "Human race, you failed to save him. You should know that there are already very few old friends left in my realm."
"I hope you can remain calm." Zu Shou seemed to be doing his utmost to soothe Chen Xun's emotions before they erupted. "This was his choice, and the choice of the human race of that era."
"If I can still speak with you peacefully here now, then Senior Brother's plan has already succeeded."
Chen Xun gazed into the endlessly distant depths, his eyes profound, calm, silent and dead. "Human race, never disturb This Dao Ancestor again. This is my final warning to you."
Never...
Those two words lingered in the void, shaking Zu Shou's heart even more. His lips parted as though he wished to explain further, but in the end, he tightly shut his mouth and said nothing.
As the oldest existence of the human race today, he could not speak another word.
From this day onward, Chen Xun was utterly disappointed in the human race. And after today's events, the human race would also be utterly disappointed in Chen Xun. They would no longer regard him as human, and the two sides were fated never to walk the same path.
Yet Ji Kun's existence had turned the relationship between the two sides into a balance—never associating with one another until death, rather than standing as enemies.
Chen Xun admitted that Ji Kun had done the right thing. He could not turn a blind eye to everything Senior Brother Ji had done behind