The crimson-haired Su Ming threw his head back and laughed. There was madness in his laughter, along with the resentment he had accumulated for countless years. It was the first time it had erupted.
The resentment contained in his explosive words reverberated through the chamber, causing the figure with his back turned to Su Ming to tremble slightly and remain silent.
"Make it up to you? What will you use to make it up to me? How will you make it up to me?! " Su Ming swung his arm, and red filled his eyes. When he turned around, ripples immediately appeared under his feet, and he took a step into the air.
"My mother. The fifth kiln in which she resides belongs to me. From now on, I will protect her. You … are not worthy!" When Su Ming spoke, he disappeared from the chamber with a bang.
His final three words were like an invisible sword that stabbed into the figure's body, causing him to shudder. He lowered his head, and blood trickled out of the corners of his mouth.
The blood splashed onto the ground, staining the rattle-drum, as well as the violet-colored wooden sword next to it. This sword was something that he had nourished for countless years, something that he had prepared to give to his son. It was a gift that represented his apology, a gift that he wished to make up for what he had done to Meng Hao.
If Su Ming could see it, he would be able to recognize the wooden sword. He had carved it when he was young. When he played with it in his hand, he had even told Lei Chen the bold words of a child. He had said that he would practice Berserker Cultivation, that he would fly in the sky and tunnel through the earth, and that he would use the wooden sword to wander through the land of Berserkers.
His blood fell on the wooden sword and fused into the wood patterns. The figure stared at the wooden sword in a daze, then closed his eyes in anguish.
The chamber might have been Dao Chen's isolation grounds and the defenses there might have been incredibly terrifying. It could be said to be one of the strongest spots in True Morning Dao World, but the bald crane's power to ignore all seals and Runes could weaken the defenses in the place. It might not have been able to allow Su Ming to leave without stopping, but … Su Xuan Yi had removed almost all the seals and Runes in the place at the instant he left so that the Runes in the place would not turn against him.
This was the first time in countless years that the seals and Runes in the place had disappeared, but Su Ming did not know about it.
When Su Ming left the isolation chamber, he did not see the person who had her back turned towards him caressing the rattle-drum while trembling. Her eyes were shut, and tears were still falling down her cheeks.
They also couldn't see the sealing power flashing on the body as it trembled.
"Is the plan to restore the Abyss Builders to their former glory more important … or is my family more important?" he mumbled softly. There was an endless amount of fatigue in his voice.
Su Ming left. He did not ask for his cultivation base, did not ask for his divine abilities, and neither did he ask about anything, because at that moment, he walked out of the isolation grounds in a crazed, red-haired state. With resentment and a rage that he could not suppress, Su Ming walked out of the isolation grounds. When he appeared, he was standing on the altar in the world.
In the distance, Dao Lin and Dao Hua had also returned at some unknown point in time. At that moment, they had their eyes closed, as if they were meditating, but in truth, their bodies and souls had been frozen.
With bloodshot eyes, Su Ming cast a glance at Sang. He did not speak, but walked down the altar. A brutal will filled his body. He wanted to vent it, but at that moment, he could not find a target to vent it on.
At that moment, Su Ming was in a state of madness. There was not a single shred of rationality left in him. With just a single spark, a sea of fire that surged into the sky would erupt from him … and he would not care about any consequences!
Sang stared at Su Ming and sighed softly. He had expected this outcome a long time ago … because he understood Su Ming.
As he sighed, he swung his arm, and the air immediately distorted. An invisible gust of wind swept up Su Ming, Dao Lin, and Dao Hua, and they disappeared from the world to … go to the place for the Anointment Ceremony!
"Young La Su has grown up." Sang shook his head. A hint of sentimentality appeared in his eyes, along with a benevolence that Su Ming could not see. He stared at Su Ming leaving into the distance, and after a long while, he lifted his foot and stepped on the Rune on the altar. He disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in Su Xuan Yi's isolation grounds.
"Master, he … left." Sang stared at the figure in front of him, who was still trembling slightly. He sighed in his heart and lowered his head.
The figure was silent for a moment, then with fatigue, he asked slowly, "Sang, is restoring the Abyss Builders' glory more important, or is your family more important? If it were you … what would you choose?"
Sang was also silent. After some time, he lifted his head and stared at the figure before saying softly, "I will never forget Master's kindness.
"I will never forget your kindness, Master. I might not be an Abyss Builder, but for you, I can overturn True Morning Dao World and complete all the things you asked of me.
"Because you are my Master.
"Similarly … for Su Ming, I can also give up everything, because … he is the young La Su I watched grow up. I only care about you and your son." He did not answer Su Xuan Yi's question directly, but he had given an indirect answer.
Su Xuan Yi closed his eyes and fell silent. After a long, long while, the purple wooden sword in front of him shone and charged towards Sang.
"Give this sword to him …"
"Can he … control this sword?" Sang hesitated for a moment and stared at the seemingly ordinary purple wooden sword in front of him.
"He could have lived happily without knowing anything and without understanding anything. He could have lived happily for life after life, and even if it was fake, he would still be happy.
"But he chose another path. This path is filled with hardships and twists. Right now … he has only walked a small part of it. There is a limit to what I can help him. If he can control this sword, then he can walk even faster in the future. In fact … he can even walk out of Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos.
"If he can't control it … then it will be a good thing for him," Su Xuan Yi said softly after remaining silent for a moment.
Sang nodded in silence.
…..
In Morning Dao Sect was the space between the nine continents in the first plane. The Azure Dragon, the White Tiger, the Vermilion Bird, and the Black Tortoise were holding up four continents with the Azure Dragon's continent as the center.
On all four continents, a large number of tables had been set up. The Canonization Ceremony had already been prepared.
Among the ten million cultivators in Morning Dao Sect on the Azure Dragon's continent, there were less than one million who had the right to sit there. These one million people were standing on the tables on the Azure Dragon's continent.
The remaining cultivators were all in the Anointment Ceremony in space. They did not have the right to step on the Azure Dragon's continent.
The Vermilion Bird, the White Tiger, and the Black Tortoise's continents were located in three directions around the Azure Dragon's continent. As the three beasts roared, huge cracks in the sky swam about and continued expanding.
There were twenty-four Sect Masters guarding the area around the three cracks, especially Sect Masters Ri, Yue, and Xing. Each of them had a spot on their side.
Figures charged out from the crack above the Black Tortoise's continent. The person in the lead was the old man from the Fourth True World, which was also the True Spirit Hell World. He was dressed in a blue robe, and at the instant he took a step forward, Reverend Zi Long followed closely behind him.
"We welcome the Fourth True World!" Someone from the twenty-four Sect Masters around the crack above the Black Tortoise's continent immediately spoke. Immediately, the one million cultivators from Morning Dao Sect on the Azure Dragon's continent wrapped their fists in their palms and bowed towards the Black Tortoise's continent.
"The Fourth True World!" The voices of the one million people roared like thunder. When they reverberated in the air, the old man in blue from the Fourth True World walked out of the crack with a smile on his face. He wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed towards the twenty-four Sect Masters beside the crack. Behind him, Reverend Zi Long and the one thousand something cultivators from the Fourth True World wrapped their fists in their palms and bowed deeply.
"My fellow Daoists, you're too polite. Congratulations on Morning Dao Sect's Anointing of Dynasts. I have already prepared a congratulatory gift for the Dynasts of Morning Dao Sect." As the old man in blue smiled, he swept his gaze past the twenty-four Sect Masters before finally looking at the old man from Sun Sect, who stood in Morning Dao Sect's Sun, Moon, and Star.
"Old friend, how have you been?"
"Brother Tan, you're still as elegant as ever. Haha, please!" A smile appeared on the old man from Sun Sect's face. He gestured towards the Black Tortoise's continent with his right hand. The old man in blue smiled faintly. As he nodded, he brought Zi Long and the one thousand something cultivators behind him to descend on the Black Tortoise's continent.
A glint appeared in Reverend Zi Long's eyes. He cast a scrutinizing glance at the people on the Azure Dragon's continent. With his level of cultivation, he could see everything with just one glance, as if he was searching for something. In the end, his gaze focused, and he looked at the space above him.
At that moment, a cold and sinister presence burst forth with a bang from the crack above the White Tiger's continent. At the same time, ancient greenish-bronze swords charged out with an arrogant and domineering air. There were tens of thousands of them, and they filled the area in an instant. In the end, two old men who looked so old that they could not even open their eyes walked out from the crack. Their expressions were dark, and when they walked out, they turned their heads around with cold smiles to look at the twenty-four Sect Masters standing beside the crack. They were none other than Sect Master Yue of the Sun, Moon, and Stars.
With a smile on his face, Sect Master Yue wrapped his fist in his palm to greet them.
Old You and Ming let out cold harrumphs. Without a single word, they brought the tens of thousands of ancient bronze swords and charged towards the White Tiger's continent. Once they descended, not a single one of the tens of thousands of cultivators on the ancient bronze swords came down. All of them had grim, murderous, and hostile looks on their faces. Only Old You and Ming and the old man in Life Realm who had been keeping a lookout over the Divine Essence Barren Lands quietly followed behind them and stepped onto the White Tiger's continent.
"Welcome, True Sacred Yin World." Someone among the twenty-four Sect Masters said with a mighty voice. Once he said those words, the one million cultivators on the Azure Dragon's continent put on strange expressions, but they still wrapped their fists in their palms and bowed towards the White Tiger's continent.
"I can't accept this. Where is Dao Kong?" Old Ming asked coldly. There was a decaying presence in his voice, but at the instant he spoke, an astonishing dragon roar suddenly came from the crack in the air above the Vermilion Bird's continent. A gigantic Abyss Dragon revealed its huge head from the crack. When it rushed out, the one thousand Abyss Dragons behind it flew out at the same time.
Sitting on the largest Abyss Dragon was the third prince of the Emperor of Abyss' True World. By his side … was Yu Xuan, who had a complicated look on her face for a brief moment before it turned into an apathetic look, as if her heart had died.
"Welcome, Emperor of Abyss' True World!"
At that moment, all three Great True Worlds had arrived, and they were only waiting … for the Dynasts of Morning Dao Sect to descend.
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