For the next period of time …
Su Zimo was like a mortal who accompanied Su Hong every day, chopping firewood, cooking and chatting.
Su Zimo would accompany Su Hong for the last part of his journey.
Su Zimo talked about his experiences over the years.
He started from that night more than 20 years ago when he started cultivating under this peach blossom tree. He talked about Die Yue, Xiaoning, Ji Yaoxue and Misty Peak …
Bit by bit, he opened up his heart without hiding anything and spoke tirelessly.
Su Hong had never heard of these things and was extremely curious.
When he was excited, his mental state would improve significantly as well.
Of course, as time passed by and the weather turned colder, Su Hong's health deteriorated and the time he spent awake was getting shorter.
Instead, the time he spent unconscious was getting longer.
He even said to Su Zimo half-jokingly, "Who knows, I might fall asleep like this one day and never wake up again."
Su Zimo felt bitter in his heart and remained silent.
When Su Hong was awake, Su Zimo could not bear to leave.
He knew that the more time they spent together, the less time they had together.
The more he said, the less he had to say.
Su Zimo would only leave when Su Hong was unconscious.
After leaving the mansion, Su Zimo would walk around Ping Yang Town in an uncertain direction. Occasionally, he would stop in his tracks and ponder for a long time.
He walked extremely slowly, as though he was taking a casual stroll.
However, if a discerning cultivator passed by, he would definitely notice that there was a trace of spirit qi emanating from Su Zimo's fingertips. It was like a carving knife that was carving something on the ground.
A series of mysterious marks would appear on the ground behind him, as though they were the patterns of something.
When the cold wind blew and dust swept past, those marks would be covered up easily.
When he sensed that Su Hong was awake, Su Zimo would return to the mansion and continue chatting with Su Hong.
He would only leave again when Su Hong fell into a deep sleep.
It was the same day after day.
Nothing seemed to have changed.
However, Su Zimo could clearly sense that Su Hong's body was deteriorating. His lifespan was almost depleted and he was at the end of his life!
This day, after Su Hong fell into a deep sleep once more, Su Zimo left the residence and took out 49 ancient flags from his storage bag – there were a total of 49 of them.
The flagpole was made of wood, but it showed no signs of decay.
It was unknown what kind of beast skin the flag was made of, but there were mysterious patterns carved on it that were extremely complicated. Just a casual glance at it would make one feel dizzy, as if it could pull one's mind into it!
Su Zimo stepped into the air.
Every time they arrived at a place, they would carefully examine it for a long time before throwing down a wooden flag.
When the wooden flag fell, it would directly sink into the ground, flickering with a strange light before disappearing.
One by one, one by one.
By the time Su Zimo threw all 49 wooden flags onto the ground, he had already circled around Ping Yang Town. He looked exhausted and his forehead was covered in sweat.
Although it seemed like a simple act of throwing the flags casually, it was extremely taxing on his mind!
Right then, Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat and he returned to the mansion immediately.
At that moment, Su Hong had already woken up.
Today, Su Hong seemed to be in a much better state.
However, Su Zimo felt a stab of pain in his heart.
He knew very well that this was the final radiance of the setting sun.
Su Hong smiled gently. "Zimo, warm a pot of wine for me to warm my body."
"Alright."
Su Zimo came to Su Hong's side and started a fire in the furnace, boiling the water.
There was a pot of wine in the boiling water.
Su Hong said, "Zimo, I've been listening to you talk about immortal cultivation for the past few days. It's truly mysterious, magnificent and fascinating. It's great that you want to establish a Dao so that everyone can be like dragons. However, I can also tell that establishing a Dao is even harder than ascending to the heavens. "
"That's right."
Su Zimo nodded.
If one wanted to establish a Dao that was different from immortals, Buddhas and fiends, allowing all living beings without spirit roots to cultivate, even primordial emperors would not be able to do it, let alone a mere Jin Dan like Su Zimo!
The future of this Dao was bleak and everything was unknown.
Nobody could help him.
From the moment he decided to establish a Dao, Su Zimo was destined to be alone!
Of course, cows and sheep mostly traveled in herds. Only ferocious beasts traveled alone!
Su Hong shouted, "How bold is it to want to change the fates of all living beings in the world?! Zimo, whether you succeed or not, I'll be proud! "
Immediately after, there was a hint of loneliness in Su Hong's eyes as he sighed gently. "It's just a pity that I won't be able to witness that moment. Also, you and Xiaoning have to live well when I'm not around. "
"Brother …" Su Zimo felt a lump in his throat and choked.
Su Hong waved it off and pointed to the small furnace at the side. "Pour me a bowl of wine."
The wine flask was placed in the boiling water and it began to emit a faint fragrance.
The wine was ready.
Suppressing the pain in his heart, Su Zimo poured a bowl of strong wine and handed it to Su Hong.
Su Hong received it and looked at the fragrant wine in the bowl in a daze.
In a daze, the clear water seemed to reflect a young man in bright clothes and riding a horse in high spirits. He wielded his spear and led the black armored cavalry on the battlefield!
Scenes flashed through the water surface one after another.
A long time passed.
A sparkling snowflake landed in the wine and bloomed, breaking the mirror-like water surface.
It was snowing.
The first snow of winter.
Late autumn was over and early winter was coming, as though it was a sign of something.
Just Now, the scenes had already disappeared.
Only an old face was left on the water surface in the bowl.
Su Hong smiled and raised his wine cup, downing it in a single gulp!
After drinking that mouthful of strong wine, it was as though he had drunk his entire life!
"This wine is so fragrant!"
Su Hong roared in laughter and passed away.
Su Zimo knelt on the ground with a thud and looked at the old man before him. He could no longer hold it in and tears gushed out like a fountain.
In the end, this day still came.
Even though he was prepared, Su Zimo still felt a heart-wrenching pain the moment Su Hong left for real. He was filled with sorrow.
The deeper one sank into their mortal ties, the harder it was to sever them.
The deeper one sank, the more painful that slash would be!
The skies gradually darkened.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier.
Su Zimo knelt in front of Su Hong motionlessly with a dazed expression.
He was a cultivator.
He was the strongest monster incarnate in history.
He was the second person in history to reach the Extreme Foundation Establishment realm.
However, he could not save his kin!
Snow fell heavily.
The weather turned colder.
However, Su Zimo's heart seemed to be burning with a ball of fire that had nowhere to vent!
After an unknown period of time, the faint sounds of people and horses could be heard from the south of Cang Lang Mountain Range. As time passed by, they became clearer.
Iron hooves rumbled and approached!
Others might not have noticed it, but Su Zimo heard it clearly!
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Amidst the clamor, there was the sound of spirit vessels tearing through the air.
Dust billowed in the distance!
Su Zimo's expression was cold as he rose. His eyes shone with torrential killing intent as he soared into the air and sped towards Cang Lang Mountain Range!
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