Wu Dao's path was long and Su Zimo had only deduced the beginning.
However, passing down the half of the Martial Sutra was equivalent to completing his grand wish back then!
All living beings in the world could cultivate the Martial Sutra as long as they had the intention. After forming a core, they could choose according to their hearts to cultivate immortality, Buddhism or the fiend path.
All living beings could cultivate!
This was equivalent to giving all living beings a chance to change their fates.
Against cultivators, demon beasts and all sorts of calamities, even the most ordinary mortals would have a certain level of strength to protect themselves and would no longer be at the mercy of others.
"First, did you see that?"
In the stone statue cemetery, Su Zimo murmured softly with a conflicted expression on his old face. There was emotion, regret and longing …
"Hais."
Su Zimo sighed deeply. "It's time to leave."
He only had 50 years of lifespan left.
That bit of lifespan was insignificant for a Void Reversion with a lifespan of 5,000 years. The flame of life in his body could be extinguished at any moment!
In that state, Su Zimo did not have any confidence of advancing to the Dharma Characteristic realm.
Under normal circumstances, it was extremely difficult to break through such a major cultivation realm.
Only when a cultivator's blood qi was strong and their entire lifespan was at its peak could they break through successfully.
For Void Reversions, once they crossed 4,000 years of age, they would be in their later years, let alone 50 years of lifespan!
After 4,000 years of age, there was less than one in ten million people who wanted to break through to the Dharma Characteristic realm!
As for Su Zimo, he was already 4,950 years old and was barely hanging on to life.
Right then.
The 81 tiny golden figures in the skies turned into streaks of golden light and returned to the stone statue cemetery, condensing in front of Su Zimo.
In the blink of an eye, the 81 tiny golden figures fused together to form a palm-sized golden ball that shone with a bedazzling brilliance!
"What is this?"
Su Zimo was slightly stunned.
There was a sense of intimacy between him and the golden ball as though they were connected by blood.
"Could this be a Dao Fruit?"
A thought flashed through Su Zimo's mind as he recalled some of the records he read in the ancient books at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley.
Legend has it that some accomplished monks would condense the essence of their lifetime's cultivation into a Dao Fruit before they passed away in meditation. They would preserve it in the form of a relic for a fated person.
That was an extremely high realm!
Even Mahayana Patriarchs could not do that, let alone Su Zimo!
What was even stranger was that this golden fruit faintly emanated a type of fluctuation of life, and it was completely different from the Dao Fruit of legend!
Actually, Su Zimo's guess.
That golden Dao fruit was none other than the Dao Fruit!
A normal Dao Fruit contained the essence of a cultivator's cultivation. It contained many inheritances, secret techniques, and insights.
There was no signs of life as such a Dao Fruit of to life.
However, Su Zimo's situation.
That Dao Fruit did not condense the essence of his cultivation, but the essence of Wu Dao's profoundness!
Not only that, the Dao Fruit was augmented by a grand wish and contained Wu Dao's will, fusing with the faith of all living beings!
With the gathering of all sorts of powers, a Wu Dao Fruit with a life aura and fluctuation was produced!
This was an unprecedented phenomenon even in the trichiliocosm, let alone Tianhuang Mainland!
The Wu Dao Fruit was an anomaly that had jumped out of the three realms and was not part of the five elements. It was unprecedented and unprecedented!
Su Zimo looked at the golden fruit in front of him and pondered for a long time. However, he could not think of anything and placed it in his storage bag casually.
Thereafter, Su Zimo dragged his aged body and walked out of the cemetery step by step.
Outside the Three Tribulations Domain.
Many cultivators were gathered there, discussing animatedly.
"Araki Takeshi should have deduced Wu Dao in this Dao Inheritance Ground, right?"
"That should be the case. The spatial tear is still here."
"Strange, it hasn't even been 15 years since Araki Takeshi's battle with Xuan Yu. Why would he say that he has lived for close to 5,000 years?"
Those cultivators were not only here out of curiosity, but also because of the orders of their sects!
Among them were cultivators from the ten upper sects and aristocratic families of the North Region.
Right now, Su Zimo was definitely an important figure in the entire cultivation world, especially in the North Region!
Back then, after the battle between Su Zimo and Xuan Yu, he was surrounded by Conjoint Body Mighty Figures. However, he managed to escape unscathed.
The death of all six Mighty Figures without exception was still a mystery among the upper sects!
For example, sects and factions such as Dragon Tiger Sect and Dark Ghost Sect that were on bad terms with Su Zimo in the past were even more concerned about Su Zimo's situation and movements out of guilt.
As the cultivators discussed, a figure gradually appeared in the Three Tribulations Domain. Against the wind, he staggered as though he could fall at any moment.
The commotion gradually quietened down.
The group of cultivators stared at the scene unblinkingly.
Before long, the figure gradually became clearer and had already walked out of the Three Tribulations Domain.
It was an old man with white hair and a face full of wrinkles. His eyes were turbid and his blood qi was waning.
The old man's spine was slightly bent and his figure was hunched.
After nearly five thousand years, this thin and frail body could no longer support the shabby green robe on his body!
The cultivators were stunned and opened their mouths slightly.
Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief!
Was this Dao Being Araki Takeshi?
Was this the once invincible monster of history who had killed many titular disciples here and looked down on the world?
Was this the peerless paragon who could be reborn after being killed by a Half-Martial Ancestor expert?
The cultivators could no longer see Su Zimo on the old man.
The former sharpness, the former sharpness, the former strength, seemed to have been worn away without a trace by the five thousand years.
The only familiar thing about the old man was his green robes.
All the cultivators present could tell with a single sweep of their spirit consciousnesses that Su Zimo was at the end of his lifespan and could die at any moment!
"Hahahaha!"
Finally, some cultivators could not help but burst into laughter.
"Araki Takeshi, oh, Araki Takeshi, you were once invincible and arrogant. To think that you would have such a day!"
"This is retribution!"
A wave of mockery sounded from the crowd.
All these years, the so-called paragons had been suppressed way too badly by Su Zimo!
In fact, that name had already become a nightmare in the hearts of many cultivators that could not be erased!
The titular disciples of the super sects were killed by Su Zimo even after joining forces. As long as Su Zimo was alive, they would forever be beneath Su Zimo!
"Sigh, what a pity."
A cultivator shook his head gently and lamented, "To think that even a monster incarnate of history like Araki Takeshi would not be able to escape the tribulation of time."
"I wonder what he experienced for him to end up like this."
"Imparting martial arts to all living beings is completely against the heavens and is extremely difficult! I'm sure that this half of the Martial Sutra has already exhausted all of Araki Takeshi's efforts! "
Some people gloated, some lamented and some watched coldly from the sidelines.
The various states of life could no longer cause any ripples in Su Zimo's heart.
Su Zimo smiled faintly and arrived before the dimensional tear. Without even looking at everyone, he stepped in and disappeared.
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