Chapter 961: Clearing the fog

When he thought of this, Futian's eyes flickered slightly: "He possesses the laws of chaos and the Great Thousand Creation Art, surely he can reverse the flow of time. Humans, are you waiting too..."

"No, that's not right. He has already sacrificed his Dao, and must gather immortal power to achieve it. Humans wouldn't do something so foolish."

Futian's divine sense flickered, and countless thoughts surged, "Knowing it's impossible yet still doing it, the secret of the human race is known only to me, an outsider. No matter who I tell, it will eventually reach the ears of the Dao Ancestor of the Five Elements. He is now too deeply entangled with the boundary."

"So, it seems you might have a way to suppress him. After all, the small boundary is your true ancestral land."

A chill spread in Futian's eyes, and the air around him grew oppressive. He was alone, caught in a dilemma, "The Dao Ancestor of the Five Elements sacrificing his Dao might be a great joy for the human race."

But all this was just his speculation. How could he, Futian, not have a grand plan? Alone, he maneuvered among the great clans, each step fraught with danger, unable to make a single misstep.

And his purpose for coming to the forbidden domain of the human race this time was not to threaten them, but to inform the Dao Ancestor of the Five Elements that he could resurrect his old friends from the boundary!

Chu Zhen was the best proof, a plan laid out long ago, waiting for them to meet.

But the remnant soul was already the greatest extent of his immortal Dao, and the act of defying the heavens brought immense backlash, causing the source power of his inner world to dissipate somewhat.

He only hoped that when he sacrificed his Dao, the Dao Ancestor of the Five Elements could open the ancient chaotic path, reverse the river of time, and send him back to the era of the Taiyi Immortal Court.

This was Futian's greatest wish in his heart. The prince was now well, and the Dao Ancestor of the Five Elements was not as heartless and unjust as the Human Emperor, willing to abandon everything for the human race, entrusting to the wrong person.

But the Dao Ancestor of the Five Elements had received recognition from Burial, a true immortal, carefree and unrestrained. Futian felt very gratified, never harboring ill will towards Chen Xun.

And his great regret could be understood by no one, only returning to that era could resolve it, and only Chen Xun could help.

Futian's expression gradually became serene, casting aside all distractions.

He took out a stone pen and a stone tablet, writing names and past events on it—

Junior Sister Qingfu, Senior Brother Guji, Little Junior Brother Yuexuan... the black duck that liked to drink water... Uncle-Master Chi Chen who often blew up the pill furnace...

Futian's memories were becoming increasingly blurred, only simple records could help him recall. He feared that each time he woke up, he would forget everything, forget the prince, forget his master, forget everything.

...Ultimately, forget who he really was.

His cold, deep face gradually revealed a warm smile as the stone pen moved, their voices and smiles seemed as if they were just yesterday, truly a group of unreliable fellows.

"How did you all disappear just like that while walking?" Futian smiled and shook his head, his eyes seeming to hold reproach, "Time is clearly so long, how in the blink of an eye, only ruins remain, not a trace left."

"Hmm..." He looked at the stone tablet with a hint of doubt, "Who is Ouyang Boxiao, an elder perhaps..."

Futian murmured softly, it seemed he had forgotten some people and events again.

In the empty, endless void, there seemed to be a distant, ancient sigh, as if he had prepared many back-up plans, but waking up once every hundred thousand years, even immortals would be worn out...

Futian chuckled self-deprecatingly, such immortal longevity was truly the greatest joke of all time.

Perhaps after this sleep, when he awoke again, even the Dao Ancestor of the Five Elements would have silently passed away, and he would have to prepare for the next back-up plan or continue waiting, trapped in an endless cycle.

The Ancestor Longevity of the human race said he was always waiting, which was truly absurd.

He was always preparing, laying out plans, even the Human Emperor Ji Jiuxiao of the Era of Great Slaughter among the Myriad Clans was one of his pawns, perhaps he had even prepared for the chaotic clan beyond the boundary, but he had already forgotten.

Futian's star-shaped mole suddenly dimmed a bit, this mole was a gift from Burial in the Wild Star Sea, but even this back-up plan was exhausted, and this life was bet on the Dao Ancestor of the Five Elements.

Through the long years, it seemed the most successful thing he did was ensuring the prince lived safely.

This seemed simple, but no one knew the immense effort he expended, why the strong of countless races dared not touch the prince's karma, it was all due to his past schemes...

"The battle beyond the boundary of the Three Thousand Great Worlds has fully ignited, it's time to see the chaotic clan."

Futian's warm expression flickered and disappeared, returning to that calm and indifferent look, "Who knows now, the chaotic clan was cut off from their ancient vitality by my Domain-Suppressing Immortal King of the Taiyi Immortal Court."

"Heaven deceives my Immortal Court, the myriad clans deceive my Immortal Court, the demon court deceives my Immortal Court, the human race deceives my Immortal Court..."

At this point, Futian's emotions finally fluctuated, a coldness and pain, "No matter what the cost, I will retrieve the remnants of my Immortal Court... and save you from that era."

Buzz—

The giant stone on which Futian sat drifted farther into the void, beginning another endless wandering.

...

Just after the battle between two figures, in the deep void far from this forbidden domain... a pair of indifferent immortal eyes gradually emerged, and the surrounding void space began to collapse slowly.

This immortal eye was merely an illusory manifestation, seemingly drawn by the power of karma.

"The Dao Ancestor's feelings are indeed not unfounded, the root of the boundary's karma is here, so this is the true ancestral land of the Boundary Spirit."

The immortal eyes seemed to be in contemplation, quietly gazing, "...The being who mastered the resurrection immortal art is neither human nor in the Boundless Great World, but this Futian, truly a familiar name."

The strand of karma from when he became immortal had finally come into play, thanks to the good brothers of the Three-Eyed Ancient Immortal Clan, who sent so many Destruction Stones and immortal essence techniques.

The immortal eyes deepened slightly, his true form sensed the intertwining of Chu Zhen's soul with that of the small boundary, believing that the boundary creatures would eventually return.

Unexpectedly, there was an ancient monster's manipulative hand behind it... the immortal path was indeed a long journey, not to be taken lightly.

This person hid quite deeply, Futian's true intentions he couldn't believe would be revealed to Ancestor Longevity, this person's reach was indeed too long, yet he had some value for use.

Since the opening of the boundary, everything between him and Black Bull had been under others' watch, the weak seemed never to have the right to control their own freedom, your secrets were merely what you thought were secrets.

The conversation between Ancestor Longevity and Futian, Chen Xun heard it all, the past confusions finally cleared today.

Since becoming immortal, he had already let go of many past things and matters, his Dao heart was clear, even seeing their longevity and schemes did not surprise him.

Perhaps his heart was no longer walking on thin ice, no longer fearful, unwilling to engage in convoluted dealings with outsiders, only wanting to live the life he desired, the world was still vast, and they were merely a passing phase.

They couldn't kill him, nor wear him out, he would quietly watch them from the corner of the grand world, ignoring the outside world, hoping time would forget them, decay their deeds.

Sacrificing the Dao to him was merely rebirth, no longer living in the shadow of immortal Dao powerhouses.