His clone swiftly gathered together, and with a single move, it turned into his body once more. The galaxy looked like True Morning Dao World, but Lu Ya felt that it had turned into an inescapable net. There was no need to even mention leaving. Just maintaining his existence was already incredibly difficult.
When Su Ming closed his eyes, the entire world shattered. A terrified expression appeared on Lu Ya's face. A powerful sense of life-threatening danger instantly rose in his heart. When he saw a large part of the world around him shattering, the destructive presence became incredibly thick.
Madness appeared in Lu Ya's eyes. He lifted his right hand and struck the center of his brows again. With it, the mark of the gourd shone with light. At the same time, Lu Ya's body instantly withered, as if his life, soul, flesh, and blood had been sucked away by the mark at the center of his brows.
When he looked like a skeleton, the mark of the gourd shone with seven different colors. Once it shone with seven different colors, it swiftly separated from the center of his brows. Waves of pain showed up clearly on Lu Ya's face. At the instant the world around him shattered and closed in on him, a seven-colored gourd appeared in front of him.
Without the mark of the gourd at the center of his brows, Lu Ya instantly became much older, but the madness on his face became even stronger. He threw his head back and roared, and a powerful seven-colored light erupted from the seven-colored gourd. It instantly enveloped the area and enveloped his body. Then, he launched his strongest counterattack against the space around him that was about to shatter.
At that moment, Su Ming's eyes were completely closed.
There were no rumbles, no loud bangs, no astonishing divine abilities, and no Arts that caused the galaxy to tremble. At the instant Su Ming closed his eyes, the entire world disappeared as if it had been wiped off, including the seven-colored light, the Expanse Cosmoses that seemed to be in a continuous cycle, and … Lu Ya, who was in them.
All forms of struggle and resistance were so weak that they could not even withstand a single blow from Su Ming once he closed his eyes.
It was as if they were no longer in Su Ming's eyes, which was why they were no longer in his heart, which was why … they no longer existed.
When Su Ming opened his eyes again, he was in True Morning Dao World. Everything around him was the same. Not a single change could be detected in True Morning Dao World.
However, when Su Ming lifted his right hand, a seven-colored gourd appeared on his palm. That gourd was covered in countless cracks, and in Su Ming's hand, it shattered and turned into ashes.
"Ban Bu Zi's Dao is so domineering that it does not lose to the power that exists if I believe in it," Su Ming said softly.
It was all over.
With a flip of his hand, Su Ming scattered the ashes from the seven-colored gourd in his palm. When he turned around, he walked towards Ninth Summit. He wanted to go home. During the hundreds of years before the disaster, he did not want to go anywhere else. He only wanted to return to Ninth Summit … and there, he could quietly accompany his friends and wait for the disaster hundreds of years later.
Su Ming returned to the ninth summit.
He had not returned for a hundred something years, but the ninth summit's development did not stop just because Su Ming was not around. Instead, it became even greater, and the number of disciples also increased by a large margin. Under his second senior brother's lead, the ninth summit was moving towards the ranks of the gigantic sects.
When Su Ming returned, he saw his eldest senior brother and the others, Cang Lan, Xu Hui, Yu Xuan, his elder, and many other familiar faces.
Even time seemed to flow gently at that moment. Once Su Ming returned to Ninth Summit, he did not leave.
On that day, snow fell from the sky. As it floated down, it enveloped the ground in white. It shone with a silver light, and the snow in midair seemed to form a beautiful outline of tomorrow.
There was snow, and there was wind.
In the wind and snow, Su Ming stood on a cliff and stared at the snowy sky. Vaguely, he remembered Bai Ling, but when he thought about it, he felt as if too much time had passed. There was an ancient and unfamiliar feeling in his heart. It was as if he could see a boy and a girl gradually leaving into the distance on the snow. The footprints they left behind were slowly covered by the snow, causing him to be unable to find any traces of their return.
Vaguely, he remembered Xiao Hong. He saw Dark Mountain and a boy dressed in beast skins. He was climbing the mountain and picking herbs. A red Fire Monkey was by his side. It was a period of time, and it was also a beautiful period of time.
A smile appeared on Su Ming's face. He stared at the boy's figure, and there was a hint of unfamiliarity in his smile. It was as if his memories had become distant, and he saw Dark Mountain Tribe and the people in his memories.
Snow continued falling.
"What are you thinking about?" An old voice came from behind Su Ming. The elder's body was a little unsteady. He wore a thick leather coat as he stood behind Su Ming and spoke kindly.
Su Ming turned around and looked at the elder. There was a sentimental expression on his face.
"I'm thinking about the beautiful past."
"Those who like to reminisce about the past are all old people like me." The elder smiled and looked at the snow in the distance.
"This season in the past was the busiest time in the tribe. The food for the winter is almost ready. The tribe will light up bonfires, and the tribe members will spend the winter around them.
"It's especially so for you young La Sus. You're the most excited." The elder smiled and shook his head.
"That's right. I still remember Xiao Tong Tong …" An image of a five- or six-year-old girl holding a doll appeared in Su Ming's mind.
"It's all in the past." The elder was silent for a moment. The ancient air around him seemed to have become stronger, and his body seemed to have become much thinner. He seemed to be feeling cold in the snow and wind.
"I'm old …" The elder shook his head. Once he cast a glance at Su Ming, he turned around and walked into the distance. Su Ming turned his head around and looked at the elder's back. He was no longer as big and built as he remembered when he was young. He was no longer like the sky that supported the tribe.
At that moment, his back was like that of an old man in the mortal world. He was slightly desolate during his final years … That person might no longer be the sky, but in Su Ming's eyes, he would forever be the elder of the past. He would forever be the elder who protected the tribe and Su Ming.
Snow did not fall for ten years, but sixty years had passed.
During that time, Su Ming let go of everything in his heart and no longer thought about the disaster or Arid Triad. He immersed himself in Ninth Summit, the friendship between his senior and junior brothers, and the companionship of Yu Xuan and the other two women.
This was his home, and it had always been so.
Eldest senior brother was no longer headless. Instead, after one round of isolated training, his body had been reconstructed and he turned into the person Su Ming was once familiar with. During the ten years, second senior brother had become companions with six women. Occasionally, he would laugh happily, and when Su Ming heard it, he would also smile.
When Hu Zi heard Su Ming telling him about Tian Xie Zi's reprimand, he felt rather aggrieved for a long period of time. Then, he picked up his wine again and began to sleep without a care in the world. He also … willingly picked up his habit of peeping.
Hence … he did not just peep at the female disciples in the sect, but also some of the interesting things about second senior brother, causing Ninth Summit to gradually fill with a feeling similar to the one in Su Ming's memories.
Winter passed and spring came. There were quite a lot of flowers and plants in Ninth Summit. They were placed there by second senior brother. He seemed to like them, but it was a pity that he no longer had the figure that would occasionally wander about at night.
During autumn, Su Ming sat outside his cave abode in the autumn wind. There was wine by his side, and he took a sip while watching the autumn leaves fall and tasting the fragrance of the autumn wine. Cang Lan accompanied him quietly by his side. They watched Yu Xuan and Xu Hui practice their divine abilities and Arts against each other.
Xu Hui's eagerness to win and Yu Xuan's refusal to back down caused some friction between the two women. Usually, when it was about time, Cang Lan would say a few words in a seemingly unintentional manner, and the two women would start fighting with Arts.
Usually, at that moment, Su Ming would pick up his wine and watch with a grin on his face. This sort of time was very beautiful, so beautiful that Su Ming would sometimes think … how good it would be if it could always be like this.
Compared to what Su Ming thought was beautiful, the bald crane had long since returned to its original nature. It would occasionally go out with the Abyss Dragon to gather crystals. In fact, it would even change into all sorts of forms and go with the Abyss Dragon to turn the crystals in the sect disciples' pockets into its own.
This had practically become its proudest achievement. Every single time it succeeded, it would excitedly run to Su Ming and ask him to create another crystal for it. In the bald crane's eyes, Su Ming's Art of creating crystals was the strongest divine ability in the world, and it was incredibly fascinated by it.
Day after day, year after year, when second senior brother married his thirty-seventh wife, one hundred years had passed.
During them, Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos started trembling. The tremors became more obvious with each passing day. In fact, quite a number of cultivators noticed that the entire world seemed to be tilting. There seemed to be an invisible suction force around, causing the galaxy to no longer be calm. Faint ripples gradually appeared.
Some planets also started showing signs of life gradually disappearing, as if the sea had dried up, the ground had shattered, and the life force of the planets had gradually disappeared …
Su Ming knew about these changes. He could sense that these changes in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos were something that was bound to happen before Harmonious Morus Alba's wings overlapped. Everything would become stronger, and when the wings overlapped, the disaster would descend.
Over the one hundred years, the elder's body gradually became weaker. His life force was about to disappear, and his traces were about to be wiped away by time. In the end, he would not be able to live for long …
Su Ming remained in Ninth Summit, but when he closed his eyes, his body would appear in every single part of Arid Triad. One morning, it rained. Rain poured down, and when it fell on the ground, it stirred up a curtain of rain, causing the world to become indistinct.
"It's time for me to make a decision …" Su Ming mumbled softly as he stared at the rain.
Su Ming could not choose the path of the Vast Expanse, because even he did not have the confidence to survive in the Vast Expanse. The second path was to fight against the black-robed young man. To Su Ming … this was a gamble, and his chances of winning were practically zero.
There was only the third path … but Su Ming did not have the right to choose it.
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