The doors on both sides of the street opened gradually, revealing a gap. Many mortals mustered their courage and looked outside. However, they were shocked.
Corpses were strewn all over the limestone road.
At the end of the road, a green-robed man stood in a pool of blood. Beside him was a long saber that was filled with blood qi, as though he was a fiendcelestial from Hell!
The man's gaze was calm as he gazed at the rising sun in the east, slightly lost in thought.
The morning glow shone on the man's face, shining brilliantly as though it was plated with a layer of gold, making him look sacred and peaceful.
For some reason, everyone's initially fearful and restless hearts calmed down.
Shrouded in a Buddhist light, the man resembled a Bodhisattva from Hell who had come to deliver the masses.
Two completely different auras gathered on the man's body but they did not seem out of place.
Turning around, the man waved his sleeves and swept up the corpses on both sides of the street. He returned to his residence and vanished.
"Granny, who is Second Young Master Su?"
In the dilapidated house, a child who had yet to shed his innocence asked curiously.
"Second Young Master Su …"
The old woman murmured softly with a lost expression, as though she was lost in her memories.
When the others in Ping Yang Town heard that name, they felt conflicted as well.
The old woman said, "Do you remember someone that I mentioned to you Just Now? It's the person who was almost burned to death because he did not kneel to an immortal. "
"It's him?" The child was surprised.
"Yes, it's him."
The old woman nodded and sighed emotionally. "That should have happened 20 to 30 years ago. Second Young Master Su was bullied by immortals and his scholarly achievements were stripped away, reducing him to a lowly commoner. To think that today …"
…
In the residence.
Su Zimo took away the storage bags of the hundred Genying Zhenjun and piled their corpses in a corner casually.
Su Zimo went to the backyard and chopped down a few trees to make a coffin before returning to the peach blossom tree.
Looking at the old man who seemed to be in deep sleep under the tree, Su Zimo's eyes were filled with deep longing and reluctance.
After a long time, Su Zimo took a deep breath of air and went forward to carry the old man gently. He placed him in the coffin and buried him under the tree, covering him with soil.
Su Zimo stood silently as he looked at the brand-new grave, feeling an unbearable stuffiness in his chest.
All of a sudden!
The peach blossom tree beside him swayed for a moment and tender sprouts appeared on the initially withered tree trunk. In the blink of an eye, buds bloomed one after another and bloomed silently!
In this early winter, there was a hint of life and greenery in the residence.
Flower petals gently drifted down, covering the entire tomb.
The peach blossom tree swayed and emitted an emotion, as though it was consoling Su Zimo.
.........
Su Zimo caressed the tree trunk gently and smiled. "I'm fine."
Upon hearing that, the peach blossom tree was delighted and its branches bent slightly, rubbing gently against Su Zimo's cheeks.
. It was not a............
In this world, everything had spirituality.
Even a lifeless rock could gain spirituality, let alone a peach blossom tree!
Legend has it that a Mighty Figure with immense Dharmic powers cultivated on a rock all year round. Many years later, a life was born from the rock.
Die Yue had once imparted the Dao beneath the peach blossom tree!
Apart from Su Zimo obtaining the Dao, the peach blossom tree gained some benefits and gained spirituality as well.
Later on, Su Zimo formed his core under the peach blossom tree and comprehended two Jin Dan phenomenons. The peach blossom tree gained sentience and started cultivating as well.
"It's good that it gained spirituality,"
Su Zimo said, "With you in this town from now on, you'll be able to protect the citizens."
All the tree branches trembled, as though they were nodding in agreement.
Die Yue was the source of the peach blossom tree's sentience and its future accomplishments were unpredictable.
The blood of Genying Zhenjun that seeped into the ground would become the source of energy for the peach blossom tree's cultivation!
On the ground, the peach blossom tree was beautiful and fragrant.
However, Su Zimo could clearly sense that there were gigantic roots in the depths of the ground that were expanding in all directions!
The roots were powerful and menacing. They grew continuously and plundered all the life essence underground, gulping down the fresh blood that seeped into the ground!
In this Ping Yang Town, no one could compete with it.
Although the peach blossom tree was not tall and inconspicuous, its roots were massive and had already covered the entire Ping Yang Town!
If its roots were to extend to Cang Lang Mountain Range …
Su Zimo pondered for a moment and said, "There are still 49 formation flags in Ping Yang Town that form an ancient formation. I'll leave the formation flags here instead of taking them away."
The cultivation of the peach blossom tree was considered as a type of demon.
The presence of the two ancient formations, Spirit and Spirit Lock, would weaken the strength of cultivators tremendously. However, the impact on demons was not great.
That way, it would be much easier for the peach blossom tree to protect Ping Yang Town.
The massacre in Cang Lang Mountain Range was coming to an end as well.
The air above the entire mountain range was filled with a thick blood stench. From afar, the mountains and rivers were dyed red in an extremely shocking manner!
The three dynasties were completely defeated this time round!
Without Genying Zhenjun, the alliance army of the three dynasties could not defend against the devouring of the beast stampede!
It was already extremely fortunate that a small portion of the hundreds of soldiers could escape alive.
With that, the external threat of the Great Zhou Dynasty was resolved.
The prince of Great Shang had once questioned Su Zimo as to why he had to make a move.
Su Zimo replied that he had to kill and bury everyone because of the death of his kin!
However, in reality, his true motive was to resolve the external threat of the Great Zhou Dynasty and protect the people of Ping Yang Town.
"It's time to leave,"
After standing still for a long time, Su Zimo murmured softly.
The peach blossom tree swayed with a hint of reluctance.
"I won't be able to see you again after this. Cultivate well."
Su Zimo hardened his heart and sped into the distance without lingering.
Before long, Su Zimo suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked down at a small valley that resembled a paradise.
In this small valley, he buried a person with his own hands.
Su Zimo's gaze shifted. Beside the grave, there was a person in ragged clothes sprawled on the ground. He was covered in dust and his hair was disheveled such that his appearance could not be seen clearly.
Su Zimo landed beside the grave and walked over.
The sound of his footsteps seemed to have alarmed that person.
That person stood up suddenly and bared his teeth at Su Zimo, hollering, "Get lost! Get lost! My sister doesn't want to cultivate! No! "
The moment their gazes met, both of them were stunned.
Shen Nan.
Su Zimo could barely recognize him.
He was already old.
His face was filled with wrinkles, his hair was gray and most of his teeth were gone.
It had been close to 30 years!
Su Zimo often could not sense the passage of time when he cultivated. However, when he saw Shen Nan again, a complicated emotion surged into his heart.
He still looked like he was 17 or 18 years old.
As for Shen Nan, he was already an old man with one foot in the grave.
"Get lost! Get lost! "
The confusion in Shen Nan's eyes paused for a moment before he became delirious again. He pounced in front of the grave at the side and hollered in shock and fear, "We don't want the immortal opportunity! My sister and I don't want to become immortals! "
Shen Nan had already gone mad.
Although the two of them had a grudge in the past, it was no longer important at this moment.
Su Zimo felt a sense of sadness.
After cultivating for dozens of years, his old friends had left one after another. Shen Nan could be considered as his last old friend in the mortal world.
This old friend was about to die of old age as well.
Su Zimo sighed and left with a flick of his sleeves. He no longer had any worries and severed his ties with the mortal world to pursue the Dao alone!
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