The Dao-Seekers in the Azure Sky Mirror's illusion were actually their Divine Souls, and Jing Jiu was no exception.
Without a physical body, with only his Divine Soul, his Netherworld Immortal Sword could attain unimaginable speed. Even a Nascent Soul Realm expert could not withstand it.
Jing Jiu did not answer Lord Mo's question, silently replenishing his True Essence.
Lord Mo left the ruins and walked into the snow. The countless tiny holes covering his body opened again, spraying innumerable arrows of blood.
He seemed to feel nothing, only stopping when he reached Jing Jiu.
Feeling his vitality drain away and that mysterious presence in the sky fade, he recalled Jing Jiu's earlier words about looking back on the past and could not help feeling a little wistful.
This wistfulness was not regret, because he had wanted to do both things: see the scene beyond the sky and hope for a beautiful future for the Human Race.
He merely regretted that the two had appeared at the same time, forcing him to choose.
In the end, he had not drawn his sword. One could only say he had missed his chance, though perhaps it was also because he still felt an instinctive fear of what lay beyond the sky.
"The pity is that we often only get to choose once," Lord Mo said to Jing Jiu.
"Yes," Jing Jiu said. "That is regrettable."
Lord Mo said nothing more. He slowly sank into the snow, raised his sleeve to wipe the beads of blood from his face, then closed his eyes and took his leave.
The wind and snow had long since ceased. All was quiet.
Zhuo Rusui sealed the bleeding stump of his arm and turned the wheelchair around.
Tong Yan's face was pale, his breathing rapid. His thick eyebrows