He walked through Heaven and Earth. He walked through the seasons. He walked through life.
Wang Baole walked forward, one step at a time. The more he walked, the calmer his heart became. The more he walked, the calmer his soul. The more he walked, the more profound his gaze became.
Time passed. The snow turned into wind and rain. The moon replaced the sun. Day became night. Wang Baole didn't know how many Territories he had passed, how many Domains he had passed, how many mountains he had traversed, and how many seas he had traversed.
One day, he caught sight of a bridge.
It was a bridge that stretched as far up as the Heavens. It was a massive, shocking bridge.
Ancient carvings, unknown magical symbols, greenish-black bricks, and numerous auspicious beasts circling it. The bridge seemed to have been personally created by the Universe itself. Although it couldn't be described as exquisite, it was crudely built, and exuded a domineering air!
The aura rushed towards him, causing Wang Baole, who was standing in front of the bridge, to feel his mind rumble. At the same time, there was also a sense of vicissitudes. It was as if a wind from ancient times had blown in and surrounded Wang Baole. It was as if it had brought him back to ancient times. In the barren wilderness, amidst the whimpering of the wind, he could feel the lonely sound of a Qiang flute reverberating.
As the whimpering reverberated in the air, in Wang Baole's eyes, silhouettes seemed to appear on the bridge one after another. Most of them were cultivators, and every single one of them possessed a cultivation that could shake the heavens and earth. They appeared on the bridge at different times in different eras, and they walked towards it.
After a long moment passed, the figures on the bridge began to fade away. When the bridge once again appeared in front of Wang Baole, he murmured, "So this is …."
"Heaven Trampling Bridge." The person who uttered those three words was not Wang Baole, but rather … Father Wang, who had appeared at some unknown point next to Wang Baole.
Father Wang wore a white robe, and had a head of white hair. His eyes were calm as he looked up at the Heaven Trampling Bridge. Then he looked at Wang Baole, who was clasping hands and bowing.
"Baole, since you're here, are you ready?"
Wang Baole thought for a moment, then shook his head and said softly.
"Senior, please wait for me for some more time. Junior's Dao heart and obsession are still a little bit away from perfection."
"Don't worry, I'll wait for you here." Father Wang took a deep look at Wang Baole and nodded. He sat cross-legged in front of the bridge and closed his eyes.
Wang Baole bowed again and sat cross-legged in front of the bridge. He raised his right hand and looked at his palm. He looked at the world inside and slowly closed his eyes.
His soul returned to his hometown.
As a Junior Brother, he had received a favor from his Senior Brother, so he had to return the favor. This was Wang Baole's intention, and also his reason.
Similarly, as a son, it was natural that filial piety was important. Therefore … in front of the Heaven Trampling Bridge, Wang Baole's physical body remained here. His soul had already walked into the human world in the palm, into the world of stone tablets, into the solar system, and into … Earth.
His parents were already old.
Although the catastrophe of the world of stone tablets didn't affect the Federation, the passage of time still took away his parents' black hair and left wrinkles on them.
Wang Baole's return made the two elders very happy. As for Wang Baole's sister, she had already married and was living an ordinary life. Although Wang Baole's existence made them different from ordinary people, overall, it was fine as long as they were happy.
Seeing his parents happy, seeing his sister happy, Wang Baole was also happy.
Time passed slowly. In the world of stone tablets, on Earth, Wang Baole's return seemed to have turned into an ordinary person. He accompanied his parents as they walked through the final days of their lives.
Day after day, more and more white hairs appeared on his parents' heads. In the end, they held Wang Baole's hand. Amidst his father's sentiments, his mother's repeated reminders, and Wang Baole's gentle comforting words, the two elders slowly closed their eyes.
Wang Baole did have a way to reverse the situation. He could even let his parents stay in the world of stone tablets for the rest of their lives. However, this suggestion was rejected by his parents. He could feel his parents' wishes. They … only wanted to spend the rest of their lives peacefully before reincarnating and starting a new life.
Everyone needed to have the right to make their own decisions in life. Even if he was a son, he shouldn't force his will on others. If he did … that wasn't filial piety.
His mother's only request was that after reincarnating, she would still be the lover of Wang Baole's father. She wanted to experience romance in different lives and be together for all eternity.
Regarding this request, Wang Baole's father wanted to say something before he died. However, after being glared at by his wife, he obediently closed his eyes.
This wasn't death, but a new journey. Therefore, he couldn't be sad. He needed blessings.
Wang Baole still couldn't hold back his tears. However, he wore a smile on his face. He personally painted his parents' souls, arranged their marriages, and sent them into reincarnation.
Just like when he sent his senior brother off, Wang Baole waited for his parents' next lives to be born. Looking at them, his smile became gentler.
Wang Baole also made similar arrangements for his sister. It was up to his sister to decide.
After doing all this, Wang Baole's heart became calmer. On Earth, he walked in Ethereal City. It was raining and there weren't many people on the streets.
The world seemed a little hazy.
In the rain and in the haze, Wang Baole walked step by step. When he was about to cross the road, he stopped and turned around. At the corner of the street behind him, a beautiful figure stood there. She was holding a red-striped umbrella and wearing a long white dress. She was looking at him.
Their gazes met for three breaths. Wang Baole smiled and cupped his fists towards the figure. He bowed deeply.
The beautiful figure was silent. She put away her umbrella, revealing Li Waner's beautiful face. She allowed the rain to fall on her body. She bowed towards Wang Baole across the road.
After this bow, the two of them turned around and walked further and further away.
Wang Baole walked out of Ethereal City and walked to Ethereal Dao College. In the back mountains of the Dao College, there was a tree-lined path. Peach blossoms bloomed on both sides. It was very beautiful.
The rain seemed to have stopped here. It didn't want to disturb, but the wind was mischievous. It still came, causing many petals to be swept up and fly around a beautiful figure. It was as if they were competing for fragrance and unwilling to leave.
In the midst of the peach blossoms, Wang Baole walked over and looked at the innocent face. Memories of the past surfaced. It was … Zhou Xiaoya.
"Are you saying goodbye?" Zhou Xiaoya asked softly.
"Yes," Wang Baole replied softly.
Zhou Xiaoya was silent for a moment before saying loudly, "Goodbye."
Goodbye. We will meet again.
"Goodbye." Wang Baole smiled and nodded heavily. In the midst of the peach blossoms, he didn't cup his fists. He turned and walked away. He left Ethereal Dao College and bade farewell to his master, Inferno Laozu, and other old friends. Finally, he came to a mountain. It was very beautiful. It was located in the polar regions and was covered in snow.
Snowflakes floated in the sky. They were sparkling and divine.
There was a wooden house at the top of the mountain. When the snow fell, it seemed to put on a white wedding dress for the wooden house from afar.
In the wooden house that looked like a wedding dress, there was a woman sitting cross-legged in meditation. Her expression was resolute, as if cultivation was the eternal path in her life.
Her name was Zhao Yameng.
As Wang Baole approached, Zhao Yameng opened her eyes. A smile that resembled a blooming flower appeared on her beautiful face as she spoke softly.
She asked softly, "Baole, what is a Dao companion?"
"The path of cultivation is lonely. There needs to be a fellow Dao companion who can walk hand in hand to reach the end. They can be a teacher, a friend, or a companion. They have to be close and affectionate," Wang Baole replied with a smile.
"Good." Zhao Yameng smiled. Her smile was elegant, and her gaze was calm.
"Good." Wang Baole smiled as well. He sat beside Zhao Yameng and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he was no longer on Earth. His soul had returned to the Immortal Astral Continent. Looking at Father Wang, who was meditating under the bridge, Wang Baole's eyes lit up.
He said softly, "Senior, you have waited for a long time. I … am ready."
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