He would spill his blood on the heavens!
At that moment, Su Ming no longer had arms, but when he used his mouth to tear off the talisman, it was filled with his determination, his promise, and an impulse that he had rarely experienced over the years!
The last time he had been so impulsive was when he was young in Dark Mountain Tribe. At that time, he had been bound by his elder in his house and was not allowed to join the battle of Dark Mountain. At that time, Su Ming had descended into madness with bloodshot eyes, and right then, he did it again.
This should not have happened in his current life, because many years had passed. Su Ming was no longer the child he was in the past. His intelligence was so great that he could control his impulses … but a person could not think through everything clearly. Sometimes … he had to follow his heart.
If Su Ming had looked at the battle of the Tree of Dao Verification tearing apart the sky calmly, he would not have fought so hard for the boy called Hao Hao. After all, everyone was selfish, even if the boy called Hao Hao had once helped him.
But if he had to pay such a price just because of Hao Hao's help … then he would have risked his life and death. To Su Ming, who was determined and wanted to resurrect all the familiar faces, perhaps he should not have done it.
Because tearing off the talisman was incredibly dangerous. If he died, then all of Su Ming's previous efforts would have been in vain. From a rational perspective, no matter how he looked at it, Su Ming's actions were incredibly unwise.
But … there were times when rationality was not everything, and calmness was not everything. He had to have a clear conscience!
It was easy to say that one had a clear conscience, but how many people could truly do it …? Questioning one's heart was to act according to the feelings in one's heart. Even if it was dangerous, one had to repay those who were kind to him. Hao Hao's voice telling him to go home had also moved Su Ming greatly.
'Help me, I will help you, or perhaps … I will help you, and you will help me.' It was a very simple sentence, but no matter how rational a person was, they would find it difficult to do it, especially when the price was so great, but Su Ming still chose to do it.
At that moment, Su Ming did not think about whether it was right or wrong. He did not think about what he would gain or lose. From the depths of his heart, he simply wanted to help the child … go home.
At that moment, the air rumbled. As Su Ming descended and tore off the talisman, the scar on the seal instantly cracked, and a gap was revealed!
At the instant the gap was formed, the entire third layer collapsed with a bang. The shattered space brought with it a destructive force that could bury all lives. When it swept out in all directions, Su Ming's body fell downwards, but a figure flashed by his side. The boy called Hao Hao could clearly see the path home, but he did not immediately take a step forward. Instead, he appeared beside Su Ming and hugged him.
"Help me, and I'll help you …" When the youthful voice reached Su Ming's ears, a smile appeared on his face. He saw the boy called Hao Hao carrying him and charging towards the scar in the sky.
"Let's … go home," Hao Hao said softly, and a longing for home appeared in his eyes.
"Go home." Su Ming mumbled and closed his eyes. As Hao Hao hugged him, he turned into a long arc, and like a shooting star, he instantly rushed into the crack in the scar.
At the same time, the dimension of the third layer crumbled to pieces. At the instant the destructive power rampaged about, Lin Dong Dong, the second prince, and the headless figure were forced to turn into long arcs and rush towards the crack as the dimension of the third layer crumbled.
Only there was a chance of survival. If they stayed, then even with Lin Dong Dong's level of cultivation, he would be buried together with the entire third layer.
Their figures instantly charged into the crack in the scar. Almost at the instant they disappeared, a shocking rumble came from the entire third layer. Under this rumble, the third layer shattered and disappeared into nothingness!
As the third layer's dimension shattered, it was as if a person's eyes were slowly closing. When they were completely shut, the world turned black. Everything disappeared, as if it no longer existed …
Su Ming had no idea how much time had passed when a ray of sunlight landed on his eyelids. It looked as if it could pierce through his eyelids and fuse into his pupils, causing him to feel as if the world was no longer black, but pink. He … slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the blue sky and the gentle but not piercing sun. Sunlight fell into his eyes, and Hao Hao's voice reached his ears.
"You're awake." There was happiness in that voice. When it landed in Su Ming's ears, he slowly sat up and saw Hao Hao sitting beside him.
The boy, who was about five or six years old, was smiling happily at that moment. His smile was incredibly innocent, and it was brimming with happiness and happiness. However, compared to the ruins around him, that happiness and happiness seemed to be incredibly precious.
The land around him was a wreckage of wreckage. Dust fell from the sky, as if it had been buried for an unknown number of years.
Su Ming could still vaguely see the mountains and rivers in the past. He could still vaguely hear the sounds of laughter in the past, but in the next breath, regardless of whether it was vaguely or vaguely, everything turned into nothingness. The only things left behind were the marks left behind by a raging fire.
An aura of death filled the area. Perhaps it wasn't formed because of death. Perhaps... it was because this place had been devoid of the aura of the living for far, far too long. Gradually, a strangeness appeared, and silence appeared. Then, an aura of death was born.
"This is …" Su Ming averted his gaze from the area. His pupils reflected all the wreckage he saw when he swept his gaze past it, bearing witness to the past glory of this place.
"This is Hao Hao's home, but … its appearance has changed. I can't quite find it, but I remember the sunlight, the night sky, and the presence of this place." Hao Hao was silent for a while, as if he was feeling slightly downcast, but soon, he lifted his head and put on a happy smile. It was as if he had buried all his unhappiness deep in his heart, as if he was continuously telling himself to be happy and satisfied, that this was his home.
When that smile landed in Su Ming's eyes, he felt as if he had seen tears. In silence, Su Ming noticed that his originally lost arms had reappeared. This scene caused Su Ming to fall into deep thought. When he looked at Hao Hao again, he noticed that his body seemed to have become even more indistinct than before he fell unconscious.
"You …" Su Ming sighed softly. He lifted his right hand and patted Hao Hao's head. The boy stared at Su Ming happily. Great reliance appeared on his face and in his eyes.
"You help me, and I will help you." The boy's smile became even more innocent. When he stared at Su Ming, the reliance in his eyes became even stronger.
This was a child who was already afraid of being alone. Su Ming was his only support, and he did not want to lose him, because if he did, he would return to the loneliness of the past.
He … was afraid of that loneliness.
Su Ming was silent. After a long while, he nodded. When he sat down to meditate, he slowly closed his eyes. In this unfamiliar world, Su Ming might not feel too unfamiliar, but his cultivation base was everything. At that moment, the moment he circulated his cultivation base, he noticed that some of the cultivation base that had surged into him from Hao Hao had fused with his body.
Even though he did not fuse much with it, the seventh shadow of the six overlapping Dao Paragons appeared in Su Ming's third eye. The vast amount of cultivation base in Su Ming's body gave him a strong feeling that if he could refine all of it … he would be able to form his eighth overlapping Dao Paragon and become a Great Dao Paragon himself.
Time trickled by. When dusk arrived, the world gradually darkened. When the night sky was filled with stars, Su Ming opened his eyes and saw Hao Hao by his side. He was staring at the sky with a dazed look on his face. In that daze, Su Ming seemed to see tears at the corners of Hao Hao's eyes.
But when he took a closer look, he did not see any tears.
Days passed just like that. Half a month later, Su Ming brought Hao Hao through the wasteland. They walked through the world filled with the aura of death, and just like that, they continued walking.
They walked past abandoned cities, but they did not see anyone. Even the first prince and the others had been scattered once they descended into the world. No one knew where they were.
Hao Hao stood at the edge of a pit that looked like it was in the sky. He stared at it, and after a long while, he said softly, "This was once a lake …"
"I still remember this place …" Hao Hao closed his eyes, and there was nostalgia in his voice.
Su Ming stood by the side and stared at the sinkhole that was once a lake. He stared at the dust and cracks in it while he accompanied Hao Hao in remembering the past. Several days later, when they left, the sinkhole was still the same.
They walked past the wasteland, the mountains and rivers that were once there, and they arrived at the seaside. When they looked over, the sea had turned into a desert. It was just as boundless as before, but one of them represented life, and the other represented silence.
One of them was the line between the sky and the sea, and the other was the edge of the sand. They were as vast as ever, but the objects and people were no longer there.
Hao Hao lowered his head and crouched down to grab a handful of sand. As he stared at it, his voice echoed in the air. "Nine continents, nine butterfly spirits. They once surrounded me, but now … they are no longer around …"
Su Ming sighed softly. He could understand the anguish in the child's heart at that moment. He stroked his head gently with his right hand, and when Hao Hao stood up and hugged Su Ming, the five-year-old boy seemed to be crying.
After a long while, the boy lifted his head and stared at Su Ming while mumbling softly, "I am the spirit of the Tree of Dao Verification. I … don't have tears, but I want to cry. When I return to this place, my heart hurts …"
When Su Ming heard the youthful voice, his heart was moved again. He stared at the boy, then crouched down to pick him up.
"Everything will be fine." Su Ming carried him and walked into the distance. His voice echoed in the area and lingered for a long time, as if it was a beautiful promise.
"Bring me to the center surrounded by the nine continents. That is … the place where I was born," the five-year-old boy whispered while burying his head on Su Ming's shoulder.
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