Time passed slowly. The Tomb of the Emperor of the Underworld was very quiet. Only the gentle reverberation of the ballad gradually soothed the sorrow in Wang Baole's heart. At this moment, all the exhaustion in his heart dissipated and turned into a deep sleep.
It was very safe, very warm, very steady.
The Netherworld River outside seemed to have a spirit. It seemed to have sensed Wang Yiyi's ballad. Gradually, there were no more waves. Even the countless dead souls in the Netherworld River calmed down and stopped screaming in pain.
The Netherworld Star also seemed to have been affected. It also calmed down and no sound came out. It was as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.
Looking around, the Netherworld River was quiet, the Netherworld Star was silent, and everything was peaceful. Only Wang Yiyi's voice seemed to spread out from the Netherworld River and reverberated throughout the Nine Underworlds.
"The wind blows gently, the birds sing softly. Baby, don't be sad. Go to sleep …"
"The snow floats slowly, the tears fall quietly. Baby, don't be sad. Wake up and smile happily …"
This voice was gentle, without the slightest hint of malice or sharpness. It was as gentle as water, as gentle as the wind … Slowly, it fell into the heart of the lonely figure at the center of the endless vortex above the Nine Hells.
The figure sat there cross-legged. It was as if he alone held up the vortex in the starry sky and suppressed the endless Netherworld. His heart, his Dao, everything about him was cold.
But at this moment … as the ballad melted into him, he slowly opened his eyes and lowered his head.
He gazed at the Netherworld River.
Time passed bit by bit.
Ten days?
Thirty days, a hundred days …
Wang Baole woke up.
When he opened his eyes, there was confusion in them.
There was nostalgia?
He stared blankly at the familiar face above him. He saw the gentleness in the face's eyes.
The ballad was still echoing in her ears.
He seemed to have had a dream.
In a dream?
There was no ancient bronze sword in the solar system?
In a dream … there was no conflict within the Federation?
In a dream … the spiritual energy on Earth was still thin?
There were no cultivators.
In a dream … he was a little fatty living in a small city. He was an ordinary person.
He was admitted to a mediocre university. After graduation, he entered society and worked aimlessly.
Fell in love?
Experienced failure at work?
Have you also experienced the loss of love?
Although his body gradually became less fat, the vicissitudes of life on his face gradually increased.
He had a wife, and he had children of his own?
Like other ordinary people, although his job was not good and his income was not high, he could still eat and wear if he did not want to be rich. However, in his ordinary life, he gradually forgot the dreams of his youth and forgot the sunshine of his youth. He became silent, lost, and began to think of unhappiness as happiness. His heart aged faster than his body.
When he grew older and older, when his hair turned white, when he lay on the sickbed and stared at the ceiling, some of the regretful memories of the past slowly surfaced in his mind.
Those regrets formed the fabric of his life. However, within those regrets, there were some figures who adorned his memories.
There were parents, children, friends, and also … those beautiful figures that had passed by in his life.
In those beautiful figures, there were his first loves, his past wives, people he was grateful to, sighs of regret, and companions he thought he would spend the rest of his life with.
In the end, what appeared in his mind were the scenes of him from his youth to his old age. He had thought … that once he closed his eyes, everything would come to an end, but at the instant he did so, a ray of light appeared before his eyes.
The light was very warm, and Wang Baole vaguely understood that his entire life seemed to be searching. It was like that in his previous life, and in this life … it seemed to be like that as well.
Perhaps he was searching for someone to become his sustenance.
Or perhaps it was not someone. He was just looking for his true self.
It was very contradictory. It was just like how he wanted to resurrect his master. This was right, but also wrong.
Because that was just his own thoughts. He thought that if his master was still alive, everything would be fine. However … in reality, his own thoughts were the most important. He did not consider his master's feelings, his master's exhaustion, his master's helplessness, or his master's unwillingness to see a falling out.
It was just like how he thought his Dao was perfect.
It didn't matter if fate was fixed, or if Karma was affected. Let the ordinary be at peace, and the extraordinary be extraordinary. Everything was actually his own thoughts.
The cycle of reincarnation was necessary, but fate and Karma were not important. In the end … it was enough to follow one's heart.
"That's why Master said that my Dao was not complete. I thought that my Dao allowed me to be free and unfettered, and that was the right thing to do. But in reality … perhaps freedom itself is my Dao."
Wang Baole looked at the face in front of him for a very, very long time.
"Your songs are very beautiful," Wang Baole said softly.
"When I was young, every time I was sad, my mother would hold me like this and sing songs to me …." she said softly.
Wang Baole thought back to all the stories he knew about Wang Yiyi. He understood the pain she had experienced as a child, and knew that she was only a discarnate soul.
"Thank you," he murmured. Wang Baole murmured as he slowly sat up and stood up. A smile appeared on Wang Yiyi's face as she patted Wang Baole's head gently.
"Little Baole, promise me that you'll be happy. Smile more." As she spoke, she looked deeply into Wang Baole's eyes. Then, she transformed into a green glow and entered the mask on Wang Baole's body.
"Be happy and smile more …. I promise you." Wang Baole murmured, looking around silently. After a long moment, a smile appeared on his face. It was a very, very real smile ….
Wang Baole didn't laugh. Instead, he wore a genuine smile on his face as he bowed towards the spot where his master had disappeared. With a smile on his face, he turned and left the Dark Emperor's tomb. With a smile on his face, he walked into the Dark River. With a smile on his face, he walked into the Dark River … step by step.
He didn't leave the Underworld River. Instead, he searched the Underworld River with a smile on his face. He was looking for his second goal in the Underworld River — the Realm Ascending Disc!
This was a supreme treasure that could allow the Federation's civilization to advance by leaps and bounds. It existed in the Underworld River.
At the same time, the endless aura of death in the Underworld River was nourishment for the improvement of Wang Baole's spirit. As he walked forward, he spread out his consciousness. The scabbard in his body gradually buzzed. Wisps of aura of death gathered from all directions and fused with him.
As he walked further, more aura of death gathered. Wang Baole's spirit also continued to absorb the aura of death. Gradually, it overflowed from the Great Circle of Death to the Great Circle of Death. At the same time, it also tilted toward Wang Baole's cultivation base. His late-stage Stellar Realm cultivation base was gradually rising toward the Great Circle of Death.
His Star Sealing Art was circulating.
The tens of thousands of special stars behind him were slowly transforming into Stars. When all of them became Stars, it would mean that Wang Baole's cultivation base had reached the peak of the Great Circle of Death.
At that time, with a single thought, he would be able to make the star chart unfold endlessly, as if it was splitting the heavens and splitting the earth, forming … a star domain!
At that time, he would be at the Celestial Domain Grade!
Furthermore, he would be at the unprecedentedly powerful … Celestial Domain Grade!
This was because his Star Domain had Dao Eternity as its core, the Nine Daos as its nomological laws, and tens of thousands of special stars as its nomological laws. It was a perfect Star Domain!
Wang Baole's smile remained. As he walked forward, he saw ruins after ruins in the Underworld River. He saw ferocious spirits pouncing on him whenever he encountered them.
He walked through the ruins with a smile on his face.
He killed ferocious spirits one after another with a smile on his face. Occasionally, he would raise his head and look beyond the Underworld River. When he saw the figure in the Nine Hells Whirlpool, he had the same genuine smile on his face.
"You have to be happy and smile more."
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