Shi Hao left in peace. Meng Chuan, the only one who accompanied him on the last leg of his journey, had tears in his eyes. But his eyes were closed, so the tears could not fall.
How Meng Chuan wished Shi Hao could have held on. But he had still gone.
Meng Chuan would forever remember Shi Hao, and Shi Hao would forever live in his heart.
"Rest in peace. I'll miss you. You'll live forever."
"Get lost!"
A furious roar rang out from nowhere within the Dao Yi Wheel.
In the Calamity Land, Shi Hao wanted nothing more than to grab the man below by the throat, shut his mouth, and stuff some sense into his head so he would stop prattling on and imagining things.
"Sigh!" Meng Chuan shook his head.
Another person who did not know how to cherish what he had. No one could be sure what the future held. What if Meng Chuan vanished from the Shrouding the Heavens World one day?
Then those who did not want to hear Meng Chuan speak now would never hear him again, however much they wanted to.
Ruthless was like that. Shi Hao was like that too.
Neither knew how to seize the present, cherish the moment, and treasure the person before them.
Meng Chuan left the Dao Yi Wheel. Outside, Virtuous Qi filled the entire Universe, undying and indestructible.
At the same time, boundless thunder roared as it descended upon an old man in a Daoist Robe.
Laozi's Road to Immortality was nearing its end. Nothing unexpected had happened. He had pushed open the Immortal Gate smoothly, and his tribulation was going just as smoothly.
Another of the Emperors was about to shed his Mortal Physique, leave the Human Dao Realm behind, and become an undying True