Su Ming sat on a mountain on the rapidly moving planet that resembled a shooting star. He lifted his head and stared at the sky. There were no clouds in the sky, only a layer of chaos that looked like flowing water. It was like fog, and as it moved swiftly, starlight would occasionally appear, but usually, it would disappear in an instant. It was just like the Yu Xuan Su Ming had seen in Morning Dao Sect.
Su Ming's face was slightly pale. He covered his chest with his right hand. Stabbing pain traveled through his body, causing grief to appear in his eyes.
Once he left Morning Dao Sect, he had asked himself … what else he had.
Everything in Dark Mountain was fake. His elder was Su Xuan Yi's disciple, and his Master, Tian Xie Zi, had clearly become Su Xuan Yi's chess piece in the end. His fate was the same as that of the first God of Berserkers. His three senior brothers could not be found in the vast sea of people.
Bai Ling was his first love, but when he looked at it at that moment, it was also fake. Everything about it was not real, and it made Su Ming remember the desire to walk out of the world beyond the sky and see the world outside when he was still in the land of Berserkers.
Di Tian was using him, and Su Xuan Yi was treating him as a chess piece. His mother was immersed in the fifth kiln, and Su Ming turned his head around to look at his life. There were always hands that were wantonly manipulating him and affecting his fate time and time again.
It would have been fine if someone else had done this, but the source of all this was not an outsider … but his own father.
Su Xuan Yi was not wrong. From his perspective, he was not wrong. He was a person who had gone mad for the sake of his race rising to power. What could he possibly do wrong …? Su Ming might not agree with the theory that there was no home without a race, but it was just as he said. He did not hate, only resentment.
A person who could sacrifice everything for the sake of a race rising to power was not someone Su Ming could hate. In fact, he could understand it, but he could not accept that he had always been a chess piece since he was young. In fact, his friends had also become Su Xuan Yi's chess pieces due to their familiarity with each other.
This was something he could not accept. He could not accept it.
Like Yu Xuan …
Su Ming wanted to go to the Emperor of Abyss' True World and search for Yu Xuan, but what right did he have to do so? With his passion and willingness to throw caution to the wind, Su Ming's level of cultivation made it impossible for him to go to the Emperor of Abyss' True World and save Yu Xuan.
Su Ming understood this. If he wanted to go to the Emperor of Abyss' True World, then the first thing he needed to do was to fuse with his real physical body so that his level of cultivation could become stronger. Only by doing so could he succeed in one go!
Because Su Ming knew that he only had one chance. Only one chance.
"Su Ming," he mumbled bitterly, "Su Ming, I, I, Su. Su Ming mumbled in anguish. He did not want this to happen. He could not accept this. He had always wanted to control his own fate, but time and time again, he had thought that he was in control of his own fate, but in the end, he found that he was still in someone else's hands.
"Actually, I just want to understand that I won't take advantage of my friends. I'll be willing to do anything for you, for my father, for your ideals. I'll give up everything.
"Is this … so difficult?" Su Ming asked softly while looking at the flowing sky.
"I just … want a home." Su Ming lowered his head and closed his eyes, cutting off the tears that fell down his cheeks.
"Is it really so difficult …?"
Wind blew past Su Ming's body. After a long, long time, he opened his eyes. There was no life in them, and his heart was dim. A deep sense of loneliness rose from his body.
That loneliness sank into his soul and fused with his life, refusing to disappear even after a long time had passed. That loneliness came from a person, but it had nothing to do with love. He was a wanderer without a home. On the mountain in the planet, in the army of five million cultivators from the War Chamber's Earthen Pole, he mumbled … about the home he desired the most in his life.
"My family … I can overturn the galaxy for them. I can give up everything for them. I only want … a home."
Su Ming sighed softly. There was loneliness and desolation in his sigh. When he opened his eyes, he stared at the sky and shook his head. Su Ming knew that what he desired was the simplest thing to many people, but to him, it was incredibly difficult.
In silence, Su Ming patted his storage bag with his right hand. Immediately, a blade of grass appeared on his palm. He had obtained it in the fifth kiln, and it was a strange item that could allow a person to sense the laws of fate.
"Control the fate of the world around me, control my own fate, fate …" Su Ming mumbled. As he stared at the blade of grass, he closed his eyes again. He could only hide his loneliness and bury his dejection and desolation. He had to be strong, because everything in the future was just like fate. He could only continue becoming stronger so that he could truly become the master of everything.
With the power to control the universe, he could create his own home!
At that moment, a determination that would never waver in his life appeared in Su Ming's body!
"I will have a home … a home where I will have my parents, my elder, my friends, my Master, my lover, and all the people I am familiar with.
"Even if the universe is destroyed, even if Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos is destroyed, even if Saint Defier and Dark Dawn are at war, even if the disasters in the galaxy occur, even if disasters come one after another, even if countless cycles of reincarnation occur … I will still create a home that belongs to me!
"This is my Dao, my life, and my home. I am the one who created it. Even if it is in the Abyssal World, I am the one who created it with my own hands!" The blade of grass in Su Ming's hand shuddered at that moment, and the determination that had affected his entire life rose in his heart. It gradually turned into wisps of green light that fused into Su Ming's hand and gradually disappeared. Su Ming opened his eyes at that moment. Determination appeared in them, and a presence that was like that of spring instantly appeared.
At the instant the presence that was like that of spring appeared in Su Ming's eyes, his soul that belonged to the Abyss Builders let out a shocking roar in his body.
Su Ming's soul immediately started boiling. All the blood in his body turned into complicated runic symbols at that moment. When the blood formed by the runic symbols flowed through Su Ming's entire body, his soul also gathered together a large number of runic symbols.
In fact, there were also illusory runic symbols echoing around him at that moment. They surrounded him, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a windstorm.
When booming sounds reverberated in the air, the bald crane immediately widened its eyes beside Su Ming and retreated swiftly.
"The presence of the Abyss … the Essence power of Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos … the secret of the Nine Stars … the reason why Saint Defier and Dark Dawn are fighting over it … Between light and darkness … With a single thought, light, and with a single thought, the power of darkness …" The bald crane shuddered. Chaos appeared in its eyes. Something seemed to have appeared in its disappearing memories at that instant, causing pain to suddenly appear on its face as it mumbled unconsciously. It grabbed its bald head and let out a loud shout before quickly retreating.
At that moment, a long arc shone in the sky. Zhu You Cai and Flame Fiends' Progenitor arrived and immediately guarded the area. In shock, they stared at Su Ming, who was surrounded by the windstorm of runic symbols.
They could clearly sense a power and presence that they could not describe in the windstorm. That presence was incredibly strange. It was clearly not strong, but even Zhu You Cai felt as if his soul and even his flesh and blood were trembling.
It was even more so for Flame Fiends' Progenitor. He stared at the windstorm of runic symbols around Su Ming with a dumbfounded expression. The shock in his heart reached its peak, because he noticed … that there was one among the countless runic symbols in the windstorm … that gave him the feeling that it belonged to the origin of life of Flame Fiends.
It was as if that runic symbol represented the entire Flame Fiends' Race!
And this runic symbol was incredibly insignificant in the windstorm, like a drop in the ocean!
"What is this?!"
At that moment, Flame Fiends' Progenitor and Zhu You Cai were not the only ones who reacted this way. The three armored cultivators beside the man known as Wild Dog shuddered simultaneously on the planet. In shock, they stared in the direction of the mountain where Su Ming was. Their breathing quickened. They were very far away, but it was precisely because they were so far away that they could clearly sense … a power that seemed to belong to their souls. Perhaps it did not belong to the three of them, but to their race!
The expression of the middle-aged man who was drinking by himself also changed at that moment. He looked swiftly in Su Ming's direction, and his right hand trembled slightly. A huge storm raged in his heart. He was a member of a race that had already disappeared from the universe, and he was the only member of his race left.
Yet at that moment, he sensed … his race's soul in Su Ming's direction!
"What's going on?!" As the middle-aged man's breathing quickened, the five million cultivators from the Earthen Pole's War Chamber in the galaxy came to a halt. All of them turned their heads around to look at the seven-colored planet. At that moment, the five million cultivators from different races sensed the presence of their race on the seven-colored planet. They sensed their race's soul!
In Dao Ocean under Morning Dao Sect was a storm. As the sea of fog roared, a huge face was formed on the surface of the sea. That face belonged to the Predecessor of Dao Ocean, and a powerful light shone in his eyes.
"Yet another person has opened the Nether Gate. I wonder what kind of will his Nether Gate … contains, and to what extent will it grow? Will it be like all the people who have opened the Nether Gate in my memories, and eventually be assimilated, or … will he be able to truly open that door … leading to a single thought!"
At the same time in Morning Dao Sect, Su Xuan Yi's isolation grounds shuddered. His eyes flew open, and when he stared into the distance, his gaze seemed to be able to pierce through space and see everything he wanted to see.
"One of the three great inborn abilities of my race … opening the Abyss Gate," Su Xuan Yi mumbled. After some time, he sensed the presence of Su Ming's Abyss Gate, and anguish gradually appeared on his face.
"The will to protect … the thought of creating a family … Ming Er, one of these days, I will make it up to you … I will …" [If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.]
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