"Chen Xun, come." Fu Tian waved his hand, driving immortal arts as he fiercely suppressed Immortal Ancient.
The Chaos Great Dao emerged.
Chen Xun turned into a fleeting beam of light and appeared beside Fu Tian in an instant. He took a deep look at Fu Tian's appearance, yet somehow could not remember what he looked like.
The face before him was entirely what he had imagined—a weathered old man steeped in Eternal Vicissitude, whose looks were naturally three parts inferior to his own.
Suddenly.
Fu Tian stood at the very front and reached back with one hand, fiercely grabbing Chen Xun's arm. "Chen Xun, I leave my true spirit to you."
All four emptinesses were filled with World-Destroying scenes. Fu Tian's black hair flew wildly, yet his back seemed ever more majestic, ever more ethereal, and ever weaker...
Chen Xun's gaze flickered slightly. "If you can return to that era, can you still come back?"
"There is no need." Fu Tian's voice was calm. He then stepped into the heavens. "Eternal Life Beings are great thieves of heaven and earth. There is no place that can contain me."
"Chen Xun, there is a stone monument in the void beyond the Great Age. It is for you."
Though Fu Tian had lived eternally in this world, his memories were exceedingly hazy. Nor did he have any great opportunity to leave Chen Xun as a token of thanks. He only had this stone monument, which could allow cultivators to cross the void without being eroded by it.
Chen Xun slowly drew a deep breath, suddenly feeling much better. Benefits were all that mattered.
"Go!" Fu Tian abruptly thrust a palm backward, pushing through. He suddenly let out a pained low growl. In his current state, he could not even hold out