Deep in the firmament, the myriad Daos of the heavens had at some unknown time fallen into silence. The stars shone brilliantly, appearing and vanishing faintly.
The entire Hongmeng Dao Mountain had originally been shrouded by the Dao Definitive's aura, yet at this moment, an additional mysterious and profound aura had emerged.
When the Dao Definitive and the Ferryman both turned their gazes toward it, they saw someone who should never have appeared.
Su Yi!
He stood there quietly, his right hand spread open. A beautiful, dreamlike butterfly danced gracefully in his palm, as though cheering in delight.
A brilliant smile from the depths of his heart lit Su Yi's brows and eyes, pure and without the slightest impurity.
He was so carefree, so joyful.
He did not conceal it in the least, like a youth's joys, angers, sorrows, and delights, carrying a bright, vigorous, unrestrained air.
The Ferryman still remembered the scene from before, when Su Yi had been slain. His body had exploded, blood staining the skies, even his Life Origin erased.
That bloody sight remained vivid in her mind.
Who could have imagined that she would see Su Yi appear alive again now?
This was simply a miracle!
How could this be?
He...
He had not been killed?
An indescribable shock surged into the Ferryman's heart. Her eyes widened, and she stood there dumbfounded.
She nearly thought she was dreaming!
At the same time, the Dao Definitive frowned. An irrepressible trace of astonishment and doubt surfaced on that delicate, beautiful face, as lovely as a young girl's.
She possessed absolute confidence in her own strength and was certain that, when she had slain Su Yi, she had erased every trace he had left in this world.
There was absolutely no possibility of rising from the ashes.
But