"Da Hua is good."
"Xiao Hua is good!"
"Da Hua is beautiful!"
"Xiao Hua is even more beautiful. You've never heard Xiao Hua's cries. That fur, that body … it's perfect!"
The Abyss Dragon cast the bald crane a strange look, and it could not help but say, "Xiao Hua is a male dog …"
The bald crane fell silent. A hint of melancholy gradually appeared on its face. After a long while, it sighed, as if fate was toying with it and the will of creation was toying with it.
Shaking its head, the bald crane walked towards the shore, but right when half of its foot was about to step into the water, its body suddenly froze.
It did not know why, but at the instant it was about to leave the ship, a sharp stab of pain rose in its heart. It was as if it would lose some people and things it did not want to lose if it took that step.
In silence, under the Abyss Dragon's surprised gaze, the bald crane turned around and stared at Su Ming in a daze. It saw the ancient face under the bamboo hat, along with the gentle smile on it.
That smile seemed to be able to see through time and space. It brought with it a feeling that the bald crane did not know what it was feeling. It felt as if a bolt of lightning had flashed in its head, and it … seemed to have remembered something.
The bald crane lowered its head and stared at the River of Forgetfulness. Gradually, it saw a bald crane turning into the Crane Deity in some tribe, then running into a young man called Su Ming.
It saw the bald crane turning into a seven-colored sparrow in the sky. It saw everything that had happened between it and the young man in Divine Essence Star Ocean, Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos, Dark Dawn, and Saint Defier …
The scene in the river finally stopped at that moment. It was the bald crane, who was about to take half a step out of the ship.
The Abyss Dragon seemed to have noticed something. An anxious look appeared on its face, and it quickly said, "Boss, what's wrong? Come on, we promised to have the world at our beck and call. We'll eat and drink well."
The bald crane was silent, as if it did not hear the Abyss Dragon's voice. It lifted its gaze from the River of Forgetfulness and looked at the old Su Ming again. It met his gaze.
"Go. Take that step. You will be happier in the world on the other side of the river than here," Su Ming said softly.
The bald crane remained silent.
The Abyss Dragon became even more anxious. It had never seen such an expression on the bald crane's face before. There was a reluctance to part, hesitation, and a faint hint of determination in it.
This sort of seriousness had never appeared on the bald crane, but right then, the Abyss Dragon … saw it with its own eyes.
It was afraid. It was worried that the bald crane would not come. In its anxiety, it wanted to rush to the bow of the ship, but there seemed to be a barrier that could not be seen between the ship and the shore. When the Abyss Dragon pounced on it, the barrier blocked its body.
"In my memory, there were a few people who treated me very well, but there has never been anyone like you, who made me experience friendship …"
"In my memory, you are not my master. You are my friend."
"In my memory, when I follow by your side, I don't have to think about the confusion that often appears in my head. I don't want to awaken my memories either. I only hope that this carefree life can last for a very, very long time …"
"In my memory, you are the incarnation of crystals. You have the divine ability to make crystals appear out of thin air, and it is something I have always dreamed of … Why should I leave?" The bald crane stared at Su Ming, then pulled back its lifted foot and stepped firmly on the wooden ship.
"So what if it's destroyed? Darn it all, I'm not leaving! No matter what, I'm not leaving!" The bald crane sat down by the side in a fit of pique. At that moment, it looked as if it was incredibly angry.
"No matter what, no matter what, I won't leave!"
Su Ming was silent for a long time before he looked at the bald crane and asked softly, "Are you really not leaving?"
"Even if it's fake, I won't leave!" the bald crane said angrily while glaring at Su Ming.
Su Ming sighed softly and stared at the bald crane. After a long while, he laughed and nodded.
"Then, watch Harmonious Morus Alba's destruction with me." As Su Ming spoke, he rowed the oars. As the ship left into the distance, grief appeared on the Abyss Dragon's face.
"Great Abyss, why the hell are you crying? It's not like I'm not coming back. Wait for me! When I come back, we'll plunder all the crystals in this place!" the bald crane stood at the bow of the ship and shouted loudly at the Abyss Dragon, which was gradually becoming blurry.
When the Abyss Dragon heard the bald crane's voice, it looked over in a daze. It did not notice that a woman in white had appeared behind it at some unknown point of time. She stood there quietly like a small white flower.
From then on, besides Su Ming, there was another figure under the wooden house. It was the bald crane. However, it was never quiet. It would always wander around the area. Even if it was incredibly bored, it would still circle around the wooden house until it was incredibly tired. Only then would it lie down beside Su Ming. Its bald appearance gave it a rather elegant air.
Su Ming stared at the bald crane. His smile was much brighter than it had been one hundred years ago. He seemed to have gotten used to the bald crane's company, gotten used to the bald crane's persistence towards crystals, and gotten used to having a friend that would occasionally make him feel resigned.
Time passed. Nineteen years of the final twenty years of the one hundred and thirty cycles of sixty years went by. During the final winter, Su Ming waited for the final people he had been waiting for on the land covered in snow.
The Berserkers!
The one hundred thousand Berserkers arrived quietly in the snow. They stood quietly outside the wooden house and looked at Su Ming. Su Ming was familiar with the few people in the lead, especially Nan Gong Hen, the tribe leader of the Fated Kin. He stared blankly at Su Ming standing under the wooden house, and a hint of confusion appeared on his face.
"You're here," Su Ming said softly and stood up. Su Ming said softly and stood up. At the instant he did so, the one hundred thousand Berserkers knelt down and worshiped him.
"Greetings, God of Berserkers!" Their voices spread through the area and into the River of Forgetfulness, as if even the people on the other side of the river could hear them clearly. As they echoed in the air, Su Ming stared at them. They were the final batch of people he had been waiting for.
Once he sent them away, he would no longer have any regrets. He would no longer have anything to worry about in Arid Triad, and he could use all sorts of methods to fight for a chance of survival for himself.
He swung his arm, and a gentle gust of wind immediately stirred up. It swept through the area and enveloped the one hundred thousand Berserkers before sweeping them into Su Ming's sleeve. He lifted his foot and stood on the ship. The bald crane quickly followed him. Almost at the instant it stepped on the ship, it left on its own.
In what seemed to be the span of a breath, it felt like winter had turned into spring. The ship approached the other side of the river, and when Su Ming swung his arm, the one hundred thousand Berserkers appeared on the other side of the river.
They stared at Su Ming in a daze. No one spoke, but the reluctance to part with him in their eyes was so great that even spring seemed to be affected by autumn.
"All of you … take care of yourselves in this world!" Su Ming looked at them, wrapped his fist in his palm, and bowed deeply towards the one hundred thousand Berserkers. He bowed to them as the God of Berserkers.
With it, the spring wind fell, and the autumn wind rose, causing a hazy fog to appear between the ship and the other side of the river.
"Send them off!" Nan Gong Hen suddenly shouted in silence.
"God of Berserkers!" The one hundred thousand Berserkers knelt down and worshiped him … causing Su Ming to lift his head. Even when his ship left into the distance, he could still see the one hundred thousand Berserkers who could not get up from their bowing.
The autumn wind sent off the ship. To Su Ming, he was sending off the one hundred thousand Berserkers, but to the Berserkers, he was sending off their God of Berserkers. There was no need to distinguish who was sending off who, because the feeling of autumn when they parted was like walking through the spring on the other side of the river. As the ship left into the distance, it entered the depths of winter.
When they arrived outside the wooden house, it was still a world of ice and snow. However, this time, when Su Ming got off the ship and the bald crane landed on the riverbank, he turned his head around to look. The ship had already sunk into the River of Forgetfulness. Perhaps one day in the future, the ship would float again, and Su Ming would become its ferryman … bringing it to the other world represented by the other side of the river.
Su Ming smiled in a carefree manner and swung his arm lightly. The ice and snow in the sky instantly froze. Everything in the world fell silent at that moment, because the person Su Ming was waiting for was no longer there. It was time for Su Ming to wake up.
He walked up the stairs to the wooden house and arrived under the eaves. He walked to the door of the wooden house, which he had never pushed open over the one hundred and twenty years of his life. At that moment, with a push, it slowly opened before him.
Su Ming lifted his foot and stepped through the threshold he had never stepped on before. For the first time, he lifted his foot and stepped inside.
There was originally a slightly sad look on the bald crane's face, but at that moment, it seemed to have buried that sadness at the bottom of its heart. It continued to put on a carefree expression and swaggered into the wooden house with Su Ming.
The world outside the wooden house was quiet, and the world inside was empty.
It was like a vortex and a cycle of life and death. The wooden house seemed to be a point in the world. When Su Ming and the bald crane stepped in and the door to the wooden house slowly closed, the world outside the wooden house turned into an illusion. It gradually became indistinct and dissipated. When it turned into nothingness, it turned into a galaxy.
It was … True Morning Dao World!
As for the River of Forgetfulness, it had turned into a river in the galaxy that led straight into the distance. On the other side of the river was a huge vortex. It filled all of True Morning Dao World, and at that moment, it was gradually shrinking. Su Ming could vaguely see that there seemed to be another world in the vortex.
As for the wooden hut, it slowly turned into … Ninth Peak's sect amidst the haze!
Su Ming opened his eyes!
The one hundred and twenty years of his life seemed to have passed just like that when Su Ming closed his eyes and opened them. He lowered his head. In his left hand was the fireworks of his memories from his previous life, and in his right palm was the rise and fall of the sun in his current life …
"I'm back …" Su Ming lifted his head.
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