Chapter 855

The stories in the talebooks never came to pass.

No miracle occurred.

Or rather, if miracles happened often, they wouldn’t be called miracles.

In fact.

Zhuge Ming’s situation had virtually no chance of a miracle—Jiang Linxian knew it, Feiyu Daojun knew it, and Li Rui knew it too.

The old man who had spent his life scheming for Baiyu Jing, seeking to secure the sect’s prosperity, ultimately disbanded his Dao and reincarnated.

He never saw Li Rui attain the Dao.

At this moment.

Jiang Linxian, Feiyu Daojun, and Li Rui stood inside Zhuge Ming’s cave dwelling.

Empty.

Zhuge Ming had disbanded his Dao of his own accord, so he left no physical body; all his accumulated resources had been given to Jiang Linxian before his seclusion.

Thus, the cave dwelling naturally held nothing behind.

Feiyu Daojun’s face still bore sorrow.

Like Jiang Linxian.

When he ascended to Daojun, it was Zhuge Ming who personally guarded his path—he had spent the longest time with Zhuge Ming.

One could say Zhuge Ming alone had plotted the rise of two Daojuns in Baiyu Jing, perhaps even three.

Who says Daojuns are heartless?

They simply have all their close ones gone.

Who would grow too close to a stranger?

A Daojun cannot enlighten the reincarnation of another Daojun.

Zhuge Ming was already on his fifth life; the chance of meeting him again was exceedingly slim.

Jiang Linxian’s face was grave: “Those old beasts watching from the shadows are very likely to move soon.”

Baiyu Jing cannot afford much time for grief now.

Zhuge Ming’s existence was a deterrent.

Though he rarely appeared, as long as he had not perished, Baiyu Jing still possessed the potential for three Daojun-level combatants in a crisis.

This mattered greatly.

It deterred forces eager to strike at Baiyu Jing.

But now that Zhuge Ming has disbanded his Dao, those who had once stirred with ambition will no longer remain still.

Baiyu Jing is likely to descend into chaos.

Feiyu Daojun spoke coldly: “Then let us fight.”

He and Zhuge Ming held the line before; they can do so again now.

Not to mention Jiang Linxian is even younger.

The situation is far better than it was back then.

As long as we endure until Li Rui becomes a Daojun, even the Four Supreme Ones will hesitate.

In the blink of an eye.

Three years passed.

The situation in Taihuazhou quietly shifted: the Shenxu Immortal Dynasty had lost lives, and of course, it would not simply let the matter pass; over these years, several new True Jun forces suddenly emerged in Taihuazhou, silently encircling Baiyu Jing’s Twelve Towers and Five Cities.

Friction never ceased.

One day.

Li Rui, meditating beneath the Immortal Tree, slowly opened his eyes.

“The time is about right.”

Counting it up.

It was again the day of the San Sheng Dao Altar gathering.

This time,

It was his turn—the others had agreed to meet in Taihuazhou.

Li Rui flew out of Baiyu Jing and soon landed atop a small hill in Taihuazhou.

He waited about a quarter hour.

Then a divine rainbow streaked in, and Ye Yuan landed lightly on a branch, smiling: “Brother Changqing, we meet again.”

Ye Yuan had just arrived.

Another divine rainbow appeared.

Looking closely,

It was Ji Fan.

With Ji Fan came a female cultivator.

Seeing her, Ye Yuan bowed: “This must be the Purple Lightning Immortal Lady.”