First Without End held his breath and focused, staring at Ji Yan for a long while. Even being cursed at stirred no emotion in him.
He cupped his hands slightly and turned, tilting his head to say:
"Ancestor, the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance has little time left. If we cannot see any tangible benefits..."
"Our race will descend to the lower realm and personally bring the Immortal Realm to an end."
"The Eternal Ancient Immortal Realm must not be lost. Our race will nip every budding threat to it in the bud."
Having said this, First Without End lowered his head slightly toward Ji Yan, then strode away. His expression was utterly indifferent, as though he had long since lost all mortal emotion, plotting only the general trend of heaven and earth without regard for the gains or losses of living beings.
At this, Tian Li and Qian Shan frowned slightly.
Tian Li's gaze was calm. He was no longer the headstrong, impulsive blood balefulness cultivator he had once been. In a low voice, he said, "Ji Yan, the Tri-Finger Race is a group of numb cultivators. It would be best to involve them less in the Immortal Realm's affairs."
Qian Shan nodded thoughtfully.
This race was extremely unstable. They had repeatedly swayed the overall situation in the Nine Heavens and even acted without authorization according to their race's collective will. They were already pushing against the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance's bottom line.
"I like them."
Ji Yan's smile deepened, but he offered no explanation. "A calm yet fearful race cannot stir up great waves within the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance. Du Shi holds the coordinates of the Immortal Realm Gate. They dare not do anything too far out of line."
His expression remained placid as he merely watched the