Lu Qing saw this.
He said little, merely turning his gaze toward the corpse.
"Dao Companion, I have a presumptuous request. Please forgive me. If possible, take my true body's corpse away from this Cosmic Expanse. It has already brought about one terrible disaster; we must not repeat that mistake."
At the very end, the tall-crowned figure's gaze held a faint sigh.
"This final object is merely a trifling possession of mine. Please forgive its inadequacy."
The tall-crowned figure spoke.
Yet his voice carried a trace of complexity, seemingly both respect and wistful regret.
Lu Qing naturally heard it too.
Neither of them discussed their identity.
But a cultivator from a later age who could appear here at this time would always be able to give it a little more thought.
At this time.
"At this time..."
Though the tall-crowned figure had been worn down by the great tribulations of time and had still been somewhat muddled when he first awoke,
after exchanging a word or two, he had regained his clarity.
There was no need to spell it out.
For at this time, who else could appear here besides that person?
Only now, after meeting face-to-face, could he barely recall a sliver of memory concerning this person.
But that was enough.
He thought to himself.
All say Transcendence is hard to seek; only we mortals cherish Longevity.
Not knowing a True Immortal stands before us, when shall we find the moon of the Other Shore?
The many events of later ages had already vanished. Only upon setting foot on the steps of the Immortal Ascension Realm along the path of Transcendence would one learn that a predecessor already roamed freely ahead.
There was no need to say more, nor could it be revealed.
Such was this barrier, even