Within a pale expanse, Yang Lingrui's spectral soul form slowly condensed.
He surveyed his surroundings, quickly spotting someone who had long been waiting there, seated cross-legged on the ground.
Upon seeing him, Yang Lingrui smiled. He stepped forward and bowed. "Junior Yang Lingrui greets Senior Juesheng."
True Person Juesheng held his own head in both hands and slowly raised his eyes toward Yang Lingrui. Bewildered, he asked, "Why are you here too? You took my Dao—how could you still lose to someone else? Who killed you into this place?"
True Person Juesheng fired off several questions in succession, yet Yang Lingrui merely smiled without answering. Then True Person Juesheng furrowed his brow.
After pondering briefly, his brow relaxed once more, and he revealed an equally delighted smile. "Good lad, you actually did it—you truly slaughtered yourself to achieve Dao! Remarkable! Truly remarkable! Hahahahaha!"
"'None are beyond killing, none are beyond death.' After so many years, such a heaven-blessed prodigy has emerged in our Killing Dao. This is truly the fortune of our Dao!"
After laughing, an expression free of all regret appeared on True Person Juesheng's severed head.
In this place at the end of the cultivation path, during his final lingering moments in this world, hearing such stirring news was the finest consolation for one who cultivated the Killing Dao.
"Then all is well."
True Person Juesheng slowly rose, placed his head back upon his neck, and asked Yang Lingrui, "I am beyond saving now, but since you have come here, do you have a way to return to the world of the living?"
"Probably."
"What do you mean, probably? Didn't you leave yourself any contingencies?"
True Person Juesheng was slightly startled by this answer and stared suspiciously at Yang Lingrui.
The latter curled his lip and spread his