Meanwhile, inside Purple Mountain, Jiang Zhu draped himself in the Lingbao Formation Diagram, blocking the tolling of the bell.
Although the Wushi Bell's tolls were gentle and carried no killing intent, however gentle they were, they were still beyond what ordinary people could endure.
In the deepest reaches of Purple Mountain, activated by the formation platform, the Dao Platform shone brilliantly. Great Dao symbols flashed, branding themselves deep into the void, each as dazzling as a little sun.
On the Dao Platform, these Dao patterns encircled a snow-white skull. A pendant hung from the skull, resonating with the surrounding laws.
It was none other than Dilis's skull, which Jiang Zhu had asked Black Emperor to bring back last time.
At this moment, a faint spiritual imprint emerged from it, transmitting itself unmistakably into Jiang Zhu's heart.
She had searched with a sincere heart, a female saint setting out alone on a journey solely to seek Wushi's footsteps. She had exhausted her entire life, traveling every road he had once walked, searching with unwavering persistence.
She must have been a goddess of unparalleled talent, once cloaked in a divine halo, the focus of countless eyes, looking proudly upon the world.
Yet she had chosen to abandon everything and set out alone, facing the cold and darkness of the universe, pursuing and looking up to him without cease.
All to find that person from long ago, silently searching behind him along the Emperor Road he had blazed.
Through those long years, this had been the female saint's lonely journey.
In the end, her beauty had withered into bones, and she had passed away in meditation in a desolate corner of the universe. Thus she had grown old and died alone, with no one knowing her final thoughts.
One could not help sighing