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Joan is dead.
He has seemingly turned to dust, not knowing where he wanders now.
His physical body has perished, and along with it, his soul.
Like Sha Qian, his death is complete.
The soul has faded with the body, leaving not even a trace of Essence, a total annihilation, forever departing from this world.
From now on, no matter how many years pass, Joan will never appear again.
Holding a handful of the sand that was once Joan's body, Ye Mingshang raised his head, and two lines of tears slipped down from his closed eyes.
At this point, he had nothing left to say; after all, no matter what he said, Joan could never return.
This is true despair; even divine beings would find it impossible to reverse such a fate.
If the soul still existed, even if it had faded, Ye Mingshang would have ways to help him reunite with his body and be reborn. Unfortunately, now there is only dust left, not even a trace of Essence, so how could there be rebirth?
Let alone him, a mere Human Immortal, even the most powerful gods in the heavens can only gather Essence, but cannot resurrect something that has been completely extinguished.
The Power of the Laws should not be touched lightly; a slight misstep could lead to an end where even ghosts cannot exist.
Joan is a living example of this.
Without excessive sentimentality or words, Ye Mingshang silently took out an empty bottle meant for storing elixirs.
Then he scooped up the sand that was once Joan's remains and placed it into the bottle.
Though he is dead and there is no body left, something must remain as a memory; this sand serves as that memory.
People have always buried the bones of the deceased and paid their respects during festivals. This is not only a tradition but also a way to remember those who have passed away.
Although Joan cannot accept these offerings like other departed souls, it does allow his friends to reminisce about him.
He did not pack much, just a small bottle.
As for everything else, let it go with the wind, free like the wind, to wherever he wishes to go.
Carefully putting away the bottle, Ye Mingshang slowly stood up, his expression dark.
"Having watched for so long, shouldn't we meet now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a Daoist figure flashed by not far away, standing a short distance behind him.
This was a man about 1.7 meters tall, slightly thin, with a middle part hairstyle and dyed yellow hair.
He wore traditional Chinese martial artist attire, but in striking yellow and white colors.
"Truly worthy of being a top Daoist master; this level of perception is indeed remarkable."
There was no exaggeration in this statement; he took great pride in his ability to conceal himself. In this world, only two types of people could sense his presence: those who were stronger than him at hiding or those with powerful souls and extraordinary perception.
Regardless of which category they belonged to, he held them in high regard.
Receiving the other party's generous praise, Ye Mingshang showed no signs of joy; instead, a contemptuous smile curved his lips as he turned around.
"Wang Sijin really gives me face; he actually sent three of his top experts to greet me. From your refined demeanor, you must be Mao Sheng."
The other person smiled back, looking quite cheerful.
"That's right; I am the famous Lightning Hand Mao Sheng. Thank you for remembering my name." Mao Sheng said proudly, one hand on his waist and the other in a fist with his thumb pointing at himself before bowing slightly.
Ye Mingshang remained expressionless, showing no signs of joy or sorrow.
“Lightning Hand? Hehe! So, that means your hand skills are quite fast.”
“Haha! Not bad, not bad. Since I debuted, no one has been faster than me.” Mao Sheng said proudly with his hands on his hips.
Ye Mingshang let out a light laugh, his expression dismissive.
“In that case, let me test your Lightning Hand!”
Before the words fell, there was a whoosh, and Ye Mingshang's figure shot out like lightning, swift as the wind and thunder.
This speed surpassed any limit he had previously demonstrated; it was the fastest speed at that moment.
Not far away, Mao Sheng's eyes widened in shock as a dangerous aura rushed toward him. Years of life-and-death battles had made him alert; although he couldn't see clearly, he dodged in the quickest time possible.
“The speed is decent, but still lacking a bit.”
Ye Mingshang's cold voice came through. Only then did his figure begin to blur at the spot where he had first stood, until it completely vanished.
What kind of speed is this?!
Mao Sheng was taken aback, sensing a malicious wind behind him. He quickly bent down. A palm strike grazed over his scalp, cutting off a few strands of hair from the top.
Having missed the strike, he immediately kicked out.
Knowing there were more moves to come, Mao Sheng, while bending down, executed a roll to narrowly evade the kick.
Rolling several meters away, Mao Sheng supported himself with his hands and performed several flips before finally standing firm about fifty meters from his opponent.
“Heh! The so-called three great masters seem to be nothing more than this; just like beasts rolling on the ground.”
Ye Mingshang delivered a merciless sarcasm.
Fifty meters away, Mao Sheng slightly lowered his body. He had come with the intention of fighting Ye Mingshang. He knew that a confrontation was inevitable, but he didn't expect the other party to go from casual conversation to attacking in an instant.
Moreover, the intensity of this attack was so overwhelming that it made it difficult for him to react. If it weren't for his rich combat experience and incredible perception of danger, along with his innate reflexes, he would have likely been knocked out in a single encounter.
"Damn it, this seems a bit tricky."
A cold sweat trickled down Mao Sheng's forehead as he twitched his lips.
Although he felt helpless, now that the fight had started, it wouldn't be easy to end it.
"With this Fellow's speed, I fear I won't be able to escape. If I had known earlier, I should have practiced my agility more. It's always when you need it that you realize how little you've prepared."
Mao Sheng couldn't help but complain internally, yet his expression remained incredibly focused. This was the strongest opponent he had encountered since he started his career. He also sensed a greater killing intent than usual from this opponent; one misstep could lead to his demise.
With a concentrated expression, Mao Sheng assumed his stance, took a deep breath, and adjusted his state.
During this process, Ye Mingshang simply stood quietly at a distance, watching him lost in thought.
"Not in a hurry at all, very calm and collected. I hope he underestimates me. I don't need to defeat him; I just need to stall until Wang Sijin arrives. Those two Fellows probably won't help me, especially Tang Bo. He has long since wanted to distance himself from being called one of the three great masters alongside us.
That makes sense; after all, he's so strong that he's on a different level than us. However, if Tang Bo were to intervene, Ye Mingshang shouldn't be able to handle him either." (To be continued.)
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