The story from the talebooks never came to pass.
There was no miracle.
Or rather, if miracles happened all the time, they would no longer be called miracles.
In truth.
There had almost never been any possibility of a miracle for Zhuge Ming. Jiang Linxian knew it, Dao Lord Feiyu knew it, and Li Rui knew it as well.
This old man, who had spent his life scheming for White Jade Capital and seeking prosperity for his sect, ultimately dispersed his Dao and reincarnated.
He had not lived to see Li Rui prove his Dao.
At this moment.
Jiang Linxian, Dao Lord Feiyu, and Li Rui stood within Zhuge Ming's cave abode.
It was utterly empty.
Zhuge Ming had voluntarily dispersed his Dao, so naturally he had left no physical body behind. As for the accumulations of his life, he had already handed them all over to Jiang Linxian before entering closed-door cultivation.
Thus, there was naturally nothing left in the cave abode.
Sorrow still lingered on Dao Lord Feiyu's face.
Just like Jiang Linxian.
Back when he had advanced to Dao Lord, Zhuge Ming had personally guarded his Dao for him. He had also spent the longest time with Zhuge Ming.
It could be said that Zhuge Ming alone had planned the path for two Dao Lords of White Jade Capital—perhaps even three.
Who said Dao Lords were heartless?
It was merely that all those close to them had departed.
Who would grow overly close to a stranger?
A Dao Lord could not enlighten the reincarnation of another Dao Lord.
Zhuge Ming was already on his fifth life. Whether they would ever meet again was truly a distant hope.
Jiang Linxian's expression was grave. "Those old fellows watching from the shadows are very likely about to make their move."