"Senior Brother Ji."
At that moment, a woman in an ornate dress drifted over. In appearance, she seemed to belong to the Human Race, yet the innate law pattern between her brows suggested otherwise, for true members of the Eternal Ancient Human Race had no forehead patterns of law at all.
Ji Fan gazed into the vast sky without looking at her and said softly, "Yutong, the true final battle is almost upon us. Leaving the Shadow Immortal Realm is where your future lies. This has never had anything to do with you."
The woman's name was Shi Yutong.
She was a descendant of the Desolate Ancient Clan and had once been Ji Fan's junior sister in the Primordial Chaos Immortal Domain.
A trace of anguish appeared in Shi Yutong's eyes. "Senior Brother, whatever the outcome, I fear it won't end well."
What she meant was that whether she could suppress and kill the Dao Ancestor or not, the price would leave him with no future.
"Yutong." Ji Fan's voice deepened for a moment. "Were it not for what happened back then, you and I would already be handfuls of yellow earth, buried in the Immortal Tomb of the Shadow Immortal Realm, receiving offerings from descendants whose names we would never know. Our lifelong Immortal Paths would have been offered up to Heaven and Earth, and we would have stumbled blindly through our entire lives."
Immortal cultivation had never been as carefree, unrestrained, or splendid as ordinary beings imagined. It was boundless desolation and torment. Before reaching the summit, all was a sea of ten thousand tribulations.
Only upon reaching the summit did true immortal cultivation begin, but by then, little time remained.
"Tell me, why do we cultivate?"
Ji Fan smiled, his smile strangely weathered. "When I became an