Dusk.
In Divine Essence Star Ocean, Su Ming saw the sun rise, set, and dusk on the continent.
This could not be explained. He was clearly in a dark galaxy and the continent was floating in it, so where did the sunlight come from, and where did day and night come from?
But the sun was indeed there. Strangely, when a person stepped into the galaxy, they would not be able to see it, but if they were in a cultivation planet or the continent Ninth Tribe chose, they would be able to see it.
Su Ming had asked Dijiu Mo Sha about this before.
"That's … the light and heat spreading out from the fifth kiln. Before the fifth kiln, the world in Divine Essence Star Ocean was dark. The darkness here has existed for an endless amount of time, and people are already used to it.
"Once the fifth kiln arrived, it caused light to appear in Divine Essence Star Ocean.
"However, you can see it, but you can't find it, unless it appears before everyone on its own once in a while. Some people say that the fifth kiln's true location is in the world in the vortex," Dijiu Mo Sha answered.
Su Ming sat on the mountain rock and watched the sun formed by the fifth kiln gradually set in the distance. At that moment, when he looked over, he could see that the sun was indeed not round, but had the outline of a kiln. That … was indeed the fifth kiln.
The afterglow of dusk shone on the ground, bringing with it the warmth of the day. It fused with the cold wind blowing towards them and landed on a person's body. No one could say whether it was warm or cold.
Su Ming had been sitting there for two days. Ever since he came to the Barren Lands of Divine Essence, his heart had calmed down, which was a rare sight. He could watch the sunrise and sunset. Perhaps cultivators would not be used to the lifestyle in the tribe, but to Su Ming, this place was filled with the familiarity of his memories.
People would always like to recall the past when they were familiar with something, immerse themselves in it, and turn their heads back to look at their lives.
The children playing by his ears made him remember Dark Mountain Tribe. The friendship between the members of Ninth Tribe made Su Ming remember Ninth Summit. As he looked at everything around him, Su Ming told himself more than once that this … was the tribe where his Master had once lived for many years.
Perhaps the people here still had his Master's figure in their memories.
'If eldest senior brother, second senior brother, Hu Zi, and the others learned about Master and came here as well, how good would that be …' Su Ming shook his head.
As the sun set, night fell.
The area gradually grew quiet. The children's play turned into rhythmic breathing. The elderly fell asleep. The members of the Ninth Tribe either meditated or fell into deep sleep. It caused the mountain to be completely silent in the middle of the night.
Su Ming continued sitting on the mountain rock and looked at the dark sky. He could not see the moon, neither could he see the stars. The only thing he could see was endless darkness. It was as if he was the only one left in the world at that moment. He was already used to this sort of feeling.
Since he was used to the sadness of being alone in this life, why should he still be unable to extricate himself from his memories? He always liked to look at the dark sky and the fireworks that blossomed in his heart.
Since he was used to living alone, then even if he had a past life, he would have reincarnated for thousands of years.
Su Ming smiled in the darkness.
No one would be able to see the anguish in his smile. Only those who had truly smiled like this before would be able to see the bitterness in his smile, as if it had fused with the water. Only those who had tasted the water before would know the bitterness in it.
"What's wrong with you..?" A gentle voice did not break Su Ming's thoughts, which had sunk into the darkness. Instead, it fused into his mind gently and surrounded his ears before turning into a petite figure dressed in sackcloth. She slowly walked out of the house and sat down gently beside him.
"I miss home," Su Ming said softly.
"If that's the case, then we can leave tomorrow." Xu Hui stared at Su Ming in the darkness. She could only see his silhouette, but she liked being stared at like this, because she knew that only at that moment could she see the true person … and not Dao Kong.
She understood. She understood, but she did not want to say it.
"Do you believe in fate?" Su Ming shook his head.
"I do …" This was Xu Hui's answer after a moment of silence. When a few pictures flashed in her eyes, she answered softly.
"There aren't many cultivators who believe in fate." Su Ming looked at Xu Hui through the darkness.
"I believe in fate, or else I wouldn't have appeared here," Xu Hui said softly.
"Once you're healed, you can go to the nine old Frail Darknesses. As for me … it's not time for me to go home yet." There was an ancient tone to Su Ming's voice in the darkness.
"Are you staying here to wait for me to recover?" Xu Hui looked at Su Ming.
"Sleep. I want to meditate here alone," Su Ming said calmly. Su Ming did not answer. Instead, he spoke calmly. There was no longer any ancient air in his voice, and neither was there any nostalgia.
Xu Hui did not stay. She stood up and walked into the house, leaving Su Ming alone in the darkness.
"Perhaps you are missing home, but more than that, you are missing a person." Xu Hui's voice came from the house. Her voice drifted through the air and landed in Su Ming's ears.
Su Ming fell silent. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the darkness. He meditated quietly and circulated his cultivation base. In the cold wind, he felt as if he had returned to the ninth summit, as if he had returned to the cave abode that belonged to him. He meditated and watched the sun rise and set.
Cultivators did not dream.
Because dreams came from sleep. To cultivators, deep sleep could be replaced by meditation, but on that night, as Su Ming meditated, he had a dream.
In his dream, he returned to the land of Berserkers. In his dream, he saw the ninth summit. In his dream … he also saw Dark Mountain. He saw the people in the forest in his tribe when he was young.
There was Xiao Hong, and also … the girl who stood alone under a big tree in the snow. She was dressed in a white mink fur long robe and had a wild beauty about her. She waited alone on the snow.
She waited for a promise. A promise that she would walk in circles with a boy.
There were layers upon layers of mountains in the distance. The cold moon in the sky was hazy and sparse. Snow and pine trees were the only companions on the ground. The girl who was waiting for him was still standing on the spot, watching over him in a daze.
Wind, snow, dust, and the changing of the growth rings. Would she have no regrets …?
However, the clouds were separated by several galaxies and several layers of the universe. There were no longer any letters that could be sent to her.
A thousand years passed, and water fell without a trace. The cedar trees looked the same every year. He did not know whether the beauty had faded away, and whether still water … could also disappear without a trace.
"You gave me a wish for tomorrow, and I have already waited for you for a thousand years. "But don't make me wait for too long. Don't let my silence turn into darkness."
Su Ming opened his eyes. The mumbles from his dreams were still echoing in his ears. He suddenly understood. Perhaps he was truly not thinking about his home, and neither was he thinking about a person. Instead … he was thinking about a promise from a thousand years ago.
"Is this my obsession? Or is someone purposely causing me to have this obsession?" Su Ming looked at the sky in the distance gradually turning from darkness to light. He watched the night flow away like flowing water, and he asked himself a question in his heart.
'Or else, why would I keep thinking about that promise? Or else … why wouldn't I be thinking about Bai Ling? Or else … why would I dream while meditating?!' The dazed look in Su Ming's eyes swiftly turned sharp, and there was a piercing chill in them. It was as if he was an ancient, ferocious beast that had just woken up from its slumber, revealing the inviolability of its blood.
A domineering presence spread out from Su Ming's body. He welcomed the first ray of sunlight in the sky and stood up. He stood under the mountain rock, and his body was enveloped by sunlight at that moment. When he turned around, he looked towards the sky where the sunlight was shining and focused his gaze.
The purple thread at the center of his brows opened up and turned into the Malicious Eye. The clouds and fog within it turned into the Phantom Shadow, and with a ferocious expression, all of them looked towards the direction where Su Ming was looking.
At the same time, another Su Ming appeared in the sky without anyone noticing. It was the shadow of his clone that practiced the Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole. The Malicious Eye appeared at the center of the clone's brows, and it looked in the same direction.
Soon after, the Ecang clone who was meditating in the purple galaxy in Western Ring Nebula's foreign land had the small Candle Dragon snake coiled around his arm. The Ecang clone's eyes flew open, and the real Malicious Eye at the center of his brows opened as well!
When the Malicious Eye opened, the Ecang clone turned his head around and looked in the direction Su Ming was looking at with a focused gaze.
This was Su Ming activating the power of the Malicious Eye at the same time with all three of his great cultivation bases. All his power erupted at the same time to look towards the endless space.
Their gazes pierced through space as if they were moving through time. They moved past the area where the four Great True Worlds were stationed, the entrance to the Barren Lands of Divine Abyss, and looked towards True Morning Dao World!
They saw a war erupting in the place that belonged to the Immortals in the gigantic True Morning Dao World. It was … a war between the Immortals and Morning Dao Sect. An innumerable number of cultivators were casting their endless divine abilities in the galaxy.
Su Ming saw a physical body lying at the center of a Rune formed by a large amount of shattered continents at the back of the boundless battlefield.
He saw a person completely shrouded in black robes standing beside the physical body. That person had his slightly shriveled right hand lifted and was pressing it against the top of the physical body's skull. There was another person by his side. That person was also dressed in black robes, but based on her figure, it was a woman. She was mumbling softly, and her voice echoed in the area.
"... But don't make me wait for too long. Don't let silence turn into darkness." The woman's voice was gentle, and there was a hint of nostalgia as well as a hint of grief in it. At the instant she finished speaking, the tall black-robed figure with his right hand pressed against the top of the physical body's skull lifted his head swiftly and looked towards space.
With a bang, a wave of impact reverberated in the area out of nowhere. That impact brought with it wind, but it did not lift the tall figure's black robes. However, it lifted the woman's hood to reveal a face before Su Ming's eyes.
It was … Bai Ling's face!
The expression on her face was completely different from the grief in her previous words. It was an aloof expression, a calmness that contained not a hint of emotion. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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