To the red-headed ghost, he did not care about Qinglian's true body dying for the Dao as long as the true bodies of the Dragons were fine.
However, Monk Yuan Bei sighed internally with a regretful expression.
Su Zimo was a human after all. However, if Qinglian's true body died for the Dao, it meant that all traces of the human race on him would disappear!
His Essence Spirit, bloodline and soul no longer belonged to the human race.
Monk Yuan Bei could not bear it.
However, even with his capabilities, it was difficult to save Su Zimo.
He only had 50 years of lifespan left. His blood qi was waning, his body was aging and his Essence Spirit was withering – it was a fool's dream for him to break through to the Dharma Characteristic realm!
"Zimo can impart the Dao to all living beings. Even if this true body of his, Qinglian's, dies for the Dao, it will still be immortal," Monk Yuan Bei said.
The red-headed ghost nodded. "I do admire him for that. Given his cultivation, the fact that he was able to create the Wu Dao and allow mortals of the human race to cultivate is an unimaginable merit for the human race! "
"With just half of the Martial Sutra, he can compare to the Human Emperor of All Ages!"
In the blink of an eye, 10 days passed.
Su Zimo slept for 10 days in the main hall of the old temple before waking up slowly!
He was way too tired after 5,000 years of deductions.
If not for the fact that he had some obsessions in his heart, he might have fallen asleep and never woke up.
The old monk waited by Su Zimo's side. When he saw that the latter had woken up, he asked with a kind expression, "Zimo, what are your plans from now on?"
"I've got to leave,"
Su Zimo said softly, "Return to Ping Yang Town."
His lifespan was almost up. If he could not break through, Qinglian's true body would die for the Dao. It would be best if she could be buried in his courtyard in Ping Yang Town beside his brother, Su Hong.
Monk Yuan Bei could tell what Su Zimo was thinking and sighed internally.
A fox dies in the hills and a fallen leaf returns to its roots.
Returning to Ping Yang Town might be the best outcome for Su Zimo.
"Master, don't worry. I haven't given up yet."
Sensing the sadness in Monk Yuan Bei's heart, Su Zimo smiled gently. "I still have 50 years left of my lifespan. I still have a chance to break through!"
With only 50 years of lifespan left, it was simply impossible for others to break through.
But for Su Zimo, it was not impossible!
This was because over the past five thousand years, he had accumulated more than thirty top-notch Profundity inheritances of the immortal, Buddhist, and fiend sects!
In his sea of consciousness, there was still the Lotus Platform of Good Fortune.
Although Su Zimo's blood qi was deteriorating and his body aged, his Essence Spirit did not wither under the nourishment of the Creation Lotus Platform!
His Primordial Spirit could still comprehend heaven and earth!
These were all his trump cards!
Of course, his lifespan was still too short. Su Zimo had no confidence that he could break through.
Therefore, he chose to return to Ping Yang Town.
It would be great if he succeeded in breaking through.
If the breakthrough failed, it could be considered as returning to his homeland. He still had the true bodies of Dragons in this world, and he still had the chance to see Die Yue. The ending was not too bad.
Furthermore, Momo was still waiting for him in Ping Yang Town.
Right then, Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat. As though he sensed something, he touched his storage bag and took out a golden fruit.
"This is …"
Monk Yuan Bei's gaze focused.
This golden fruit was suffused with a mysterious aura. Even he could not make out what it was!
"Eh?"
Monk Yuan Bei exclaimed softly.
What was even stranger was that a life aura surged from the golden fruit. It became clearer and more intense, as though it was about to gush out at any moment!
Su Zimo's eyes widened as well.
It felt as though something was about to be born from the golden fruit! Crack!
Crack! Crack!
All of a sudden.
Cracks appeared on the surface of the golden fruit.
There was a thud, as though something inside was knocking on the barrier of the fruit.
Before long, many fragments fell off and a tender infant was gradually revealed. Lying in Su Zimo's palm, it clenched its fists and waved its arms slightly.
Su Zimo and Monk Yuan Bei were stunned.
What was going on?
Su Zimo frowned in deep thought and a guess gradually formed in his mind.
As for Monk Yuan Bei, he had a shocked expression. He stared at the infant's waving arms for a while and the shock in his eyes intensified!
"How is that possible?"
Monk Yuan Bei was dumbfounded and realized that the infant's arms were not waving randomly.
The two tender arms waved in a mysterious trajectory, as if they were capable of triggering the most mysterious power in the world!
Those movements and postures looked familiar.
Monk Yuan Bei pondered for a moment and his heart skipped a beat.
Those movements and postures were some body tempering secret skills in the Martial Sutra created by Su Zimo!
Su Zimo also vaguely realized that the infant might be a life born from Wu Dao's fruit that possessed sentience.
As for Wu Dao's fruit, it originated from him to begin with!
The moment that thought crossed his mind, the infant suddenly stopped waving its arms and opened its eyes!
At that moment, an extremely mysterious connection was formed between Su Zimo and the infant.
It was as though there was no difference between Qinglian's true body and the true bodies of Dragons!
Ordinary Dao Fruits would definitely not possess sentience, let alone any life aura.
However, the condensation of this Wu Dao's fruit was augmented by a grand wish, Wu Dao's will, the faith of all living beings and many other powers. By chance, it gained sentience and gave birth to life!
The infant born from Wu Dao was also Su Zimo!
Su Zimo was delighted.
Initially, he had some regrets when he deduced that Wu Dao had created half of the Martial Sutra.
After all, be it Qinglian's true body or the true bodies of Dragons, it was extremely difficult for them to cultivate to this point. Their Dao foundations were firm and it was impossible for them to cripple their cultivation and cultivate Wu Dao again.
In other words, although Wu Dao was created by Su Zimo, he did not have the chance to cultivate it.
Furthermore, deducing half of the Martial Sutra had already resolved the problem of mortals without spirit roots not being able to cultivate. From now on, he would no longer have the energy to continue deducing.
Now that he had this infant, all problems were resolved!
This infant was born because of Wu Dao and for Wu Dao!
This infant was completely blank in terms of cultivation. He could completely cultivate Wu Dao and continue deducing Wu Dao after Wu Dao's Nine Transformations!
This infant was the same as the true bodies of Dragons and Qinglian – it was the true body of Wu Dao!
To a certain extent, this infant was the true Su Zimo.
That was because this infant had inherited his ambitions, his will, his pride, his Dao heart, including his Wu Dao!
Be it the true bodies of Dragons or Qinglian, they had already deviated from the true Su Zimo after cultivating to this point.
The true bodies of Dragons were not of the human race, but Dragons.
Qinglian's true body was also made of lotus stems as bones and lotus leaves as skin.
They could not be considered "Su Zimo".
Before this, Su Zimo could not determine which of the two true bodies was the true him.
Therefore, he had never determined which one was the true body.
The moment he saw the infant, Su Zimo no longer hesitated.
This was the true body of Wu Dao!
Among the three true bodies, Wu Dao's true body was the true body!
The true body would completely break free from the restraints of the true bodies of Dragons and Qinglian. He would deduce his own Dao and create an unprecedented glory!
From this moment onwards, even Die Yue could not guess Su Zimo's future path.
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