"Who exactly was that person?"
"Was she the woman we imagined?"
The Queen Mother of the West and Yan Wushuang stood side by side, gazing at this wedding of unsurpassed splendor, a sight scarcely found anywhere in the world. For a long time, they could not collect themselves.
They thought of so very much.
The supreme immortal resonance of the Flying Immortal Pool, Immortal Medicine, divine immortal gold, supreme formation diagrams, all manner of cultivation arts and inheritances... almost everything in the world could be found within that pool.
Precisely because of this, they had possessed the supreme strength to suppress their peers from the moment they emerged.
Even his name, along with Yang Hui's, had been inscribed here like some supreme dao patterns.
Yan Wushuang, Yang Hui... Yang Buhui!
Every trace seemed to possess an indescribable power, remaining unchanged across eternal ages.
Everything here must have been left behind by a supreme figure.
Someone bound to them by ties that could never be severed, yet whom they could never see again.
"Then let us not bow to heaven and earth. Let us... bow to her!"
Yang Hui spoke, linking her arm through Yan Wushuang's, and bowed deeply toward the distant Phantom of the Flying Immortal that had endured for eternal ages.
In truth, she had always carried a secret in her heart.
It was an unforgettable memory from her childhood: she had once seen that woman holding her beside the Flying Immortal Pool.
She had once heard a murmured lament that even eternal ages could not erase.
"Buhui... never returning. Are you saying he will never return?"
"No! I refuse to believe it. Reincarnation must exist in this world. One day, he will return!"
"Even if he no longer has his past, even if he is no longer himself,