'If the birth and destruction of a world is the duration of a song …
'When the song ends, the world will disappear … How will you choose the rhythm of the song?'
'If the life and death of a person is the duration of a song …
'When the song ends, the life will also end … How will you choose? Who will you write in the lyrics and sing to yourself?'
'There is a ballad that sings about the passage of an aeon. During that passage of time, it is time …
The creator of the ballad could write names on it and have them accompany the ballad so that they would echo in time for all eternity. They could … never die.
In the ancient past, there were nine living beings and four races. Their names were written in the ballad, and as the ballad sang, they shone brilliantly during the passage of an aeon.
Right then, the ballad had already reached its end. It had not ended, but it would definitely end. The time they had right then was to write a new score for the rebirth of Life Extermination.
Su Ming stared at the giant in the sky kneeling in front of him. He stared at his gigantic body, but for some unknown reason, he saw a thick aura of death from the giant.
This was a living being who was so old that he had reached the end of his life. He was still alive, but he was like a candle that had burned to its bottom and was about to be extinguished.
"Please write me in your ballad … I am willing to offer up everything I have …" the giant lowered his head and said in anguish.
From the moment he noticed that the person before him possessed the presence of Life Extermination, he had given up on all thoughts of obtaining it. This was an item that could not be snatched away or snatched away. If the item did not acknowledge him, perhaps he could still snatch it away.
But once the Seed of Life Extermination was reactivated and fused with the person it acknowledged … then no matter who or what power they had, they could destroy the person it acknowledged, but they could not destroy the Seed of Life Extermination, and neither could they fuse with it again.
The person who destroyed it would also forever lose the right to be written in the ballad.
This matter had always existed in the giant's ancient memories.
Su Ming was silent. After a long while, he imitated the old man he saw in the dimension in the fragment and spoke slowly and calmly.
"What will you offer up as an offering?" When Su Ming said those words, there was an ancient air to his voice. The black stone fragment in his soul exuded waves of ancient presence. It existed in Su Ming's body, and as it slowly sank down, it spread out slightly, causing Su Ming … to look as if he had turned into the old man in the past.
The giant raised his head and his gaze fell on the ground. With a flash, the tens of thousands of Sand Earthlings on the ground immediately let out miserable screams. Their bodies instantly melted and turned into sand mounds on the ground.
The illusory old man's body trembled. Everything had happened too quickly, and he couldn't adapt to it at all. When he saw all his clan members dying, he trembled and was about to retreat, but when the God Spirit of his clan focused on him, his body turned into sand that was blown away by the wind.
The 100,000-meter-tall statue and the old man's physical body on top of it also dissipated.
In that instant, the entire desert lost all life.
Grains of sand that looked like crystals flew out from the ground. Each grain of sand represented a life. They gathered together and turned into a vase that floated in front of Su Ming.
"This is the source of life of the Sand Earthlings. This is my first offering. Please take it." The giant's eyes burned brightly as he looked at Su Ming.
Su Ming met his gaze. After a moment, he slowly lifted his right hand and seized the vase in front of him. At the instant he did so, a black vortex appeared on his palm.
The vortex was not formed by Su Ming's will. Instead, the black stone fragment in his soul had manifested on its own in his right hand. Once it devoured the vase, it sent out a wisp of black thread.
The black thread instantly charged towards the giant and fused into his back. The giant shuddered, and excitement appeared in his eyes. He might have been certain that Su Ming was the person who had reactivated the Seed of Life Extermination, but there had still been a hint of hesitation in his heart. Yet at that moment, when he saw the black thread he would obtain after he offered his Seed of Life Extermination in ancient times, the hesitation in his heart instantly disappeared. He was now incredibly certain of the identity of the person before him.
"My life has come to an end, but I can still attack for you three more times. This is my second offering … and also all I can do for now." There was an old air to the sand giant's voice. As it echoed in the air, it seemed to be waiting for Su Ming's reply.
"I can promise you that I will write your name in the ballad, but after you attack three times, you must give me your Divine Essence … as your third offering," Su Ming said calmly.
"As long as my Divine Soul remains, I will have eternal life. I will keep my promise." The giant remained silent for a moment before his ancient voice echoed in the air. His body gradually dissipated until he turned into a yellowish sand bracelet that floated in front of Su Ming. There was an indistinct face on the bracelet, and it was naturally the Sand Spirit.
Su Ming stared at the bracelet. After some time, he picked it up and put it into his storage bag. Then, he looked at the space around him. At that moment, it was dead silent.
After remaining silent for a moment, Su Ming rubbed the center of his brows. Everything just now had happened too suddenly, and he had many thoughts in his head. At that moment, he calmed down and began to think quietly.
After a long while, he instinctively touched his neck. There might be nothing there, but he felt as if he could touch the black stone fragment. The various things about that item slowly appeared before his eyes as he experienced it.
'Seed of Life Extermination … Life Extermination's rebirth … composing a ballad …' Su Ming's experiences in the fragment's dimension appeared in his head. The ancient ship should be the Heavenly Ship the Sand Spirit had mentioned.
After some time, Su Ming sucked in a deep breath and no longer thought about the things that still left him slightly perplexed. He dispersed Ecang's projection and released the cultivation base he had fused with his clone. Then, with the unconscious Xu Hui in his arms, he charged forward.
Several days later, Su Ming followed the mark he had left in the past and arrived at the end of the desert filled with death. When he was at the edge, he turned his head around and cast a glance at the desert behind him.
He could sense that the desert was moving towards death. There was no longer any signs of life in it.
As he watched, he suddenly came to understand why the black stone fragment was known as … the Seed of Life Extermination.
After remaining silent for a moment, Su Ming turned his head around and walked out of the desert. Before him was a galaxy. It was incredibly clean, and when he cast his gaze over it, he could not see much dust or decay. It was like a calm pond, and he could vaguely see a planet right in front of him.
It was … a cultivation planet that had been split in half, as if it had been cut in half by someone. At that moment, there were still some connections between the two halves, but when Su Ming looked over, he saw that it was a wasteland.
"When you walk out of the desert, what you will see in the galaxy … will be my tribe." Dijiu Mo Sha's words before he left echoed in Su Ming's ears. He stared at the broken cultivation planet and walked towards it quietly.
He gradually got closer. In the silence, Su Ming stared at the cultivation planet, and his footsteps became faster. When an unknown amount of time passed, he closed in on the cultivation planet.
The decay of time filled the galaxy, causing all those who saw it to be immersed in it, as if they themselves had also become ancient.
Su Ming walked forward quietly. When he got closer, he saw that there seemed to be an endless amount of wasteland on the left half of the cultivation planet. Among them was a broken statue.
When Su Ming looked at the statue in the distance, he felt a stab of pain in his heart. He moved and instantly appeared on the cultivation planet. He stood on a black piece of land, and before him was an endless stretch of wasteland.
Death, the bloodiness that existed in the passage of time, the ancientness, and silence were the only themes in this place.
The statue standing tall in the wasteland had lost its right arm. It was … a gigantic statue covered in black fur. Sitting on its head was an old man. That old man was dressed in a robe whose color could not be seen clearly. He had his head lifted and was looking into the distance.
This was also a statue.
Su Ming stared at the old man and put down the still unconscious Xu Hui in his arms. He walked over slowly and descended on the statue's head. He stood in front of the old man's statue and stared at the familiar face. Memories of the past rose in his head.
The old man who always liked to change his clothes when he was in the ninth summit. The old man who brought him to the land of the Shamans so that he could get used to the battlefield. The old man who taught him the Art to clear his mind and helped him find a home in Freezing Sky Clan.
At that moment, he was right before him.
Su Ming stared at the statue in a daze, and tears fell from his eyes. He knelt down quietly and kowtowed nine times towards the statue.
"Master …"
His tears fell on the statue and spread out, sinking into the fine cracks on the statue, leaving behind only a wet stain.
"One thousand years ago, this was the tribe where I was born …" A low voice echoed in the area. The source of the voice came from an abandoned house not too far away. There was a thin and frail man sitting there alone.
Naturally, he was Dijiu Mo Sha.
He lowered his head and touched the house beneath him. His voice traveled through the ruins, and there was sadness, nostalgia, and a bitterness that could not be wiped away.
"The old man in front of you is the Patriarch of our tribe. He doesn't like to talk, and most of the time, he just looks into the distance silently. The place he's looking at is our tribe's sacred mountain, and it is also the symbol of our tribe. The patriarch called that place … the ninth mountain.
"The patriarch said that he had five disciples in his life, and each of them made him proud. He believed that his six disciples would one day become the center of attention in the entire universe, and they would spread their fame to this place so that he would know of them.
"Which of the patriarch's disciples are you?"
"Master only has four disciples, and that mountain is not called the ninth mountain either. It's called the ninth summit," Su Ming mumbled as he looked at the statue.
A barely noticeable shudder ran through Dijiu Mo Sha's body. He lifted his head slowly and looked at Su Ming.
"There are five stones in front of you. You can place your hand on them …"
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