As the rosy light faded, a woman in white rose from the coffin. Her exquisite face was flawless yet utterly expressionless, her snowy robes spotless and pristine. Her eyes were like a pitch-black firmament, emanating wisps of dark light. Yet there was something eerily hollow about her, as though her body had been emptied out.
She was a being of the Immortal Dao.
The woman gazed at Lin Yue. Though she had forgotten much of her past, her instincts as a ghost immortal awakened in the presence of an Immortal King.
"Fellow Daoist, I am Wusheng. I have come to guide you back."
Lin Yue spoke. Though the woman before him was not an Immortal King of the Nine Heavens, she had once fought bloody battles for them. Despite being a peerless king, she had ultimately perished, her Dao extinguished. More importantly, she had slain an Immortal King of the Foreign Realm. Across all of Immortal Ancient, how many could claim such an achievement?
"I appreciate your kindness, Immortal King, but the past has scattered with the wind. I no longer wish to recall it. Moreover, I have grown weary of this world's struggles and have no desire to entangle myself in its karma again. I only wish to slumber here. Please leave, Immortal King."
The woman spoke. She was an immortal embryo born of lingering obsession, with a few residual memories, but she paid them no heed. She did not even wish to return, much less revisit the events and memories of her past. All she wanted was the peace of this moment, to remain asleep in this place forever.
"Why must you do this, Fellow Daoist? I understand your desire for peace, but where in this world can true peace be found? Apart from utter oblivion, every corner