"Heh heh..."

He chuckled again, his smile deepening. How could this young human possibly understand him? And why would he need to explain anything to outsiders?

But Futian had long been eroded by time. He no longer had the heart of a young man, only an ambition to defy the heavens, a Dao heart that plotted for eternity and laid plans across the Three Thousand Great Worlds.

Whether in the eyes of Ancestor Longevity or Ji Kun, he was an ancient figure, cold to the extreme, with no ties to any race, and apart from the ancient prince, he had no attachments.