Jiang Ling thought she must have been hallucinating.
"Dad...?"
Her voice was so faint that even she could barely hear it.
Yet the figure opposite her did not answer. He simply stood there smiling, wearing the same expression Jiang Ling remembered.
Jiang Ling's hands trembled beyond her control, and she instinctively took a step forward.
Then she saw someone else.
Beside Jiang Yuan, black mist slowly gathered, and another figure appeared.
She was a little slimmer, with a gentle face and features that bore some resemblance to Jiang Ling's.
Her mother.
"Mom...?" Jiang Ling's legs went weak.
Through those painful years of suffering alone, how many times had she, cold on the outside and ruthless in battle, longed in her dreams for those two figures she could never stop thinking about?
She staggered back two steps. "No, this is impossible..."
"This is impossible..."
"This isn't real!"
Cultivation had nothing to do with it. Unless they cultivated the path of emotionlessness, no one could calmly face the departed person they most yearned to see.
Especially when they had believed they had long since let go, only to see those people standing before them again with their own eyes.
"Ling'er."
The woman raised her head and reached out to her, her smile exactly as Jiang Ling remembered it.
Like the supreme voice of a demon, it pierced the heart more cruelly than any illusion in the world, making one knowingly drink poison to quench their thirst.
At last, Jiang Ling could no longer hold back her tears.
In the distant void, Purple Firmament Heaven's Starship army had fallen into utter chaos.
Those people they had once been able to see only in memories and dreams now stood in the void, smiling at them.
Even the Immortal Kings were no exception.
Standing