This scene was seen by the tens of thousands of cultivators in the area, and it turned into silence as well as a chill that rose from the bottom of their hearts. It was especially so for the people who had been hot-tempered previously. Their hearts trembled at that moment, and they did not dare to say a single word.
To them, power was everything in cultivation, and Su Ming had revealed his strength. It was a powerful display of his control over the Sacred Wood, which no one had been able to refine over the years.
The tens of thousands of powerful warriors in the area knew very well just how strong a person was to be able to do such a thing. His strength had already surpassed theirs by far.
No one knew who was the first to wrap his fist in his palm and bow to Su Ming. Soon after, the others wrapped their fists in their palms and bowed to Su Ming one after another. There was respect that came from the depths of their hearts on their faces.
This was power. To them, power determined everything.
Before he gained his epiphany, Su Ming had also thought the same way, but now, he understood that power was just an accessory in the path of seeking the truth. It was a support that was developed to make the path of seeking the truth smoother. It was just the end, and it would never be the foundation. Once he put the cart before the horse, then he would forever walk down the wrong path in his path of seeking the truth.
Su Ming lowered his head to look at the Sacred Wood on his palm. It was not like what the others had imagined. No one had been able to refine it over the countless years … because it belonged to Old Man Extermination.
That was why unless someone possessed the same level of power as Old Man Extermination, it was impossible for anyone else to obtain it. As for why Old Man Extermination had left it there instead of taking it away, Su Ming did not want to make too many guesses. He only felt that it was a pretty good item. If he stepped into the vast universe one day, he could use it as a means of transportation.
That was why he put it away.
In fact, when he looked at the Sacred Wood, Su Ming could already imagine that the gap in the butterfly's fourth wing … might have been caused by the attack from the outside world.
He clenched his fist and put away the Sacred Wood, then cast a glance at the cultivators who wrapped their fists in their palms to him. He sighed softly. These people were happy, because they did not know that the disaster three hundred something years later would be their unavoidable destruction.
Sometimes, ignorance also meant happiness.
Su Ming shook his head, turned around, and left. He wanted to handle one last matter in Heaven Lacking Expanse Cosmos of the fourth wing before he left.
As he took a step forward, Su Ming walked through the galaxy. His footsteps were not quick, but the galaxy under his feet seemed to have become smaller. When he took two steps forward, he saw the planet where the boy was.
Su Ming saw the boy, the purple-robed old man, the young man in white, and four strangers he had never seen before on the planet.
Ever since the seven of them condensed their legacies, they had remained in this beautiful world of stars, never leaving again. It was as if they wanted to spend their final few hundred years here, to see the final brilliance of this world.
They were also waiting for Su Ming, waiting for the only hope they had left.
Su Ming stood under a red maple tree outside a bustling city in the planet. Behind him was the setting sun. The color of the setting sun was also red, and it served as a contrast to the maple leaves. No one could see that the sun was trying to compete with the other for beauty. There was only … a hint of sadness that came from some unknown place.
When the autumn wind blew and the autumn leaves fell, when Su Ming turned his head around … perhaps he would no longer be able to see the figure under the maple tree, and neither would he be able to see the setting sun behind him.
He looked at the last rays of light and the scattered lights in the city as the sun set, and it was as if he could see the rise and fall of the entire world. When the boy walked towards him from the distance, the purple-robed old man and the young man in white appeared beside him, they did not disturb Su Ming's gaze. Instead, they stood quietly by the side with respectful expressions on their faces.
Their four friends were also by the side at that moment. When they looked at Su Ming, they waited respectfully.
Su Ming was their hope. To them, even if they died the next day, it did not matter. As long as their Dao and their epiphanies could be passed down.
As long as their lineage … was not broken!
This was a spirit that low-level cultivators did not understand, and it was also a Realm that some high-level cultivators could not understand. It was precisely because of this spirit and people like this in the world of cultivation that they could leave behind countless legends and hopes for the future generations, so that there would always be cultivators in the galaxy and the Vast Expanse. It was as if … they were worshiping the path of cultivation!
The setting sun seemed to have turned into the world of Harmonious Morus Alba's butterfly. Once it set, perhaps it would not appear the next day. It was just like the red maple leaves. Once they fell, they could not return to the maple tree that dyed it red. They resented the wind for coming too quickly, resented the seasons for changing too quickly, and resented themselves even more … for falling.
Su Ming sighed softly. He stared at the lights of the houses in the city in the distance that were gradually being lit up. He watched as the sky gradually turned dark. He might like night, but at that moment, he would rather have everything last forever.
"You're here," Su Ming said softly.
The seven people beside him immediately lifted their heads to look at Su Ming, wrapped their fists in their palms, and bowed to him.
No one spoke. At that moment, no one wanted to speak. Everything was contained in that one bow. Words could not be spoken, and there was no need for words.
Su Ming averted his gaze from the city in the distance and looked at the boy. The boy stared back at Su Ming, and their gazes met. Su Ming saw the sadness on the boy's face, as well as a hint of hope.
"Your Dao is very special, and it has left me with a deep impression of it. It's just like your Daoist name, Ban Bu Zi … Perhaps in your Dao, when you open your eyes, the existences will fill in the gaps for you, and when you close your eyes, you will fill in the gaps for the existences.
"Ban Bu Zi, half a step …"
The boy shuddered, and a brilliant light shone in his eyes. He was stunned for some time before he wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed deeply to Su Ming.
"I have learned my lesson." This was the first time after he became the strongest in his aeon and watched the disaster of his aeon descend while he remained alive … he bowed to Su Ming as a disciple and addressed him as his disciple.
This was not a disciple between a master and his disciple, and neither was it a form of address based on seniority. Instead … it was a form of gratitude to those who had reached the top, and those who had reached the top were their teachers. It was just like how Su Ming had undoubtedly walked further than them on the path of seeking the truth. When he turned his head back, he gained their respect after he was enlightened.
Su Ming looked at the purple-robed old man and said slowly, "Your Dao is scattered and jumbled. You only managed to master it after you gathered your entire life's power. It's like all streams returning to their source. You became the mighty heart of a great person, and your Dao became the ocean, but in the end, you still could not drown your thoughts."
The purple-robed old man was silent. After a long while, he smiled. He did not speak, and neither did he bow to Su Ming.
"As for you … you are a sword cultivator who has reached the pinnacle. When you draw your sword, you will kill. You must be firm, not gentle. I will give you this … There is no sky that cannot be broken, and there is no earth that cannot be shattered. Everything that cannot be broken is because the sword has not been drawn!" When the young man in white heard Su Ming's words, he took a few steps back in silence. He lifted his head to look at Su Ming, wrapped his fist in his palm, and bowed to him.
"I have learned my lesson."
"I have never seen the four of you before, but since you've made your decision, I will not wipe away your hopes. However, I do not know whether that world exists." Su Ming cast his gaze on the remaining four people. They had unique characteristics. One of them was incredibly big and built. When he stood there, the air around him seemed to distort. Su Ming could tell with just one glance that the person was suppressing his power. If he released all his power, his body would definitely be incredibly large.
In fact, there was an indistinct star at the center of the person's brows. Clearly, he had a bloodline similar to that of the Ancient Gods. In truth, there were similarities between the races of each aeon, and the man was a descendant of the Ancient Gods from one of the aeons.
Beside him was a woman. She had a dignified expression, but Su Ming could see a vague shadow behind her. It was an existence with a single horn and a green body that looked like a monster.
The other person did not hide his true form. As he stood there, black smoke spread out from his body. It was thick, and there was a powerful corrosive quality to it. His face could not be seen. Only a pair of red eyes could be seen in the fog, but his true form could not escape Su Ming's gaze. It was a huge creature with two horns on its head.
The last person was a middle-aged man dressed in green robes. He had the air of an immortal and was filled with an otherworldly air. Su Ming was not unfamiliar with that presence. It belonged to the Immortal World he had seen before.
Su Ming only swept his gaze past them. He did not speak, but at the instant night descended, he lifted his right hand. Just as he was about to swing his arm, a glint suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"They arrived so quickly," Su Ming mumbled and closed his eyes. As Su Ming mumbled, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they returned to normal. He lifted his right hand and swung it. The entire sky instantly roared and turned into a huge vortex. As it spun rapidly, Su Ming opened his third eye, and the Dao Divinity in it also opened its eyes.
Su Ming had used his Dao Divinity to guide his will and open a crack in the world that might or might not exist!
"Send your legacies into it," Su Ming said faintly. When Su Ming said those words flatly, the boy opened his mouth with a resolute look on his face. Immediately, a black statue flew out of his mouth and charged towards the vortex in the sky.
A glint appeared in the eyes of the white-robed young man. What he sent out was the sword he always carried on his back. When it appeared, even the vortex in the sky shuddered with a bang, as if it was about to stop. It was a telling sign of just how strong the sword will was.
The purple-robed old man swung his arm, and the center of his brows squirmed. A crack opened up, and a crystal the size of a fist flew out from within. It shone with a black light and charged into the sky.
As for the other four, each of them had given out their legacy items. There was a total of seven items, and they were instantly sucked into the vortex. However, at that moment, the crystal the purple-robed old man had given out seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure and began to shatter. As cracking sounds rang out, more and more cracks appeared, but the purple-robed old man's expression did not change in the slightest. If one took a closer look, they would find that this person … was only an empty shell!
At the instant the others' expressions changed, the black crystal that was about to disappear from the vortex shattered, and a small person instantly flew out. That small person's appearance was similar to the purple-robed old man's. He let out a scream filled with indignation and wanted to rush into the vortex … but in the end, as the vortex rotated, his body and soul were destroyed.
The purple-robed old man's body also turned into ashes at that moment and disappeared from the world.
[Wei Xin's laptop is up until eight thirty at night. I don't think I'll be able to announce the results today. I'll have to wait until tomorrow. I'll fight for it, because there are quite a lot of people, and the difference between them isn't great. I need to make an accurate count.
The next chapter will be released around eight. I'm writing right now.
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