Chapter 265.4: We’ll Ultimately Turn to Dust - Part 4

In the late night at the academy, it was quiet except for some light in the library, while the rest of the place was pitch black.

The Dean walked out of his residence, gazing up at the starry sky.

The starlight was abundant tonight; exceptionally bright.

It could even rival the brightness of the full moon.

Cultivators who have reached the Nepenthe Realm would more or less some stargazing abilities. The Dean looked at the distant stars, looking at the one that now shone so brightly, feeling somewhat melancholic.

He naturally knew what that star meant now.

That was his old friend.

That great daoist sage from the Myriad Heaven Palace.

The two had known each other for many years, and they had already seen each other for the last time before. Although he knew he would die in the near future, he still felt great sorrow when he saw the day arrive.

Although cultivating to his level could be said to be stepping into Great Liberation, in reality, without attaining eternal life, one could not say to be liberated. Now, it meant that the great daoist sage was about to die.

The Dean withdrew his gaze, reminiscing about many past events, and finally shook his head.

As time constantly swept by, countless friends would naturally leave one after another. This was the way of the world, and he could not go against it.

However, dying of old age was already quite good. Compared to that, the death of the previous black-robed monk was quite terrible.

He should have lived for many more years.

He should have lived until now, even died after him.

But he still died, dying before him.

The Dean felt vicissitudes of emotion, then looked towards the lakeside, his expression becoming somewhat strange.

But soon his expression returned to normal.

He shook his head. Many things would always be happening in the Divine Capital. Whether he wanted to or not, he would have to see it. There was no way to change this at all.

"How to choose is all in your heart. In the end, if you make the wrong choice, who can you blame?"

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On Mount Xi, starlight sprinkled down on the mountain.

Countless daoists from the Myriad Heaven Palace appeared on the mountains, whether they were in countless or not. At this moment, they all looked towards a small daoist temple in the rear mountain.

Over there, a young girl squatted outside the temple, crying. She was very heartbroken, tears continuously falling. Many daoists nearby looked at her, feeling deeply sorry, but they could not say anything. Everyone knew that at this moment, no matter who it was, even if they used her favorite food to coax her, they would not be able to console her.

Because what she was grieving at this moment was the most heartbreaking thing for the young girl.

The daoists waited there. Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com

A middle-aged daoist suddenly took a few steps forward, came to the entrance of the temple, and looked inside, asking, "Is the venerable sage unwilling to meet us again? Even if he doesn't want to meet us, Saintess is so heartbroken, he has to meet her one more time no matter what, right?"

Two daoists stood at the entrance of the temple. Listening to this, they just shook their heads and said softly, "The venerable sage has already said that he will only meet the palace lord tonight. If the palace lord cannot leave seclusion, then he won't meet anyone."

The middle-aged daoist fell silent for a moment, gritted his teeth, and was about to go inside. He simply could not accept this. He had to go before that venerable sage and listen to his teachings one more time.

He had cultivated for many years, and read an unknown number of books, and knew countless things. Logically speaking, there should not be anything in the world that could still perplex him like this. However, looking at him now, it was clear that at this moment, he still did not understand some things.

Furthermore, those things seemed to be suddenly born at this moment.

Could this be the enlightenment between life and death?

The venerable sage opened his mouth, struggled to speak, and uttered a word.

"Heaven..."[Sky]

The Myriad Heaven Palace Lord furrowed his brows slightly, vaguely feeling that this word was somewhat extraordinary, but what did 'heaven' mean?

He looked at the venerable sage and asked, "Venerable sage, this is..."

His voice suddenly stopped.

Because he could no longer sense the venerable sage's aura.

He had passed away.

The Myriad Heaven Palace Lord's eyes were filled with sadness.

The death of this great daoist sage was a difficult thing for the Myriad Heaven Palace to accept.

Before long, the sound of a bell rang.

It was audible in the mountains and creeks.

The daoists outside the daoist temple were first startled, then they also lowered their heads in sorrow.

This great daoist sage had always maintained a high moral character, and it was difficult for anyone to find any fault with him. Hence, he had high prestige throughout the entire Dao society.

But now, he had ultimately turned to dust.

Zhu Xia was still squatting at the door of the daoist temple, staring at the ground.

She had also heard the tolling of the bell.

A puddle of tears had long since formed on the ground.

Her tears had been flowing all this while.

To others, the venerable sage was a senior worthy of respect. But to Zhu Xia, he was a kind teacher, the person she had felt closest to over the years.

But now he was gone too.

Zhu Xia was very sad.

This kind of sorrow could not be described in words.

She opened her mouth, but found that she could not wail.

So she became even sadder.

With more and more tears, her sorrow deepened.

Then, she lowered her head in distress, and tears continued to roll down.

After some time, Zhu Xia spoke softly with a hoarse voice, "Master, it's delicious."