Fate would decide who could walk into a person's life, but fate could not decide who could stay in a person's life. The only ones who could decide it were themselves.
Since he could not forget it, then he might as well not forget it, even if everything became empty … even if everything turned into the afterglow of dusk and disappeared without a trace when night descended.
Su Ming walked past Tian Xie Zi, who was dressed in a straw cape and wore a bamboo hat. It was as if his entire life had moved from winter to spring, or perhaps it was another season. When he walked to the city gate, there was no longer any wind or snow behind him.
When he walked through the city gate, Tian Xie Zi sighed softly behind him. There was pity in that sigh, along with a complicated look, as well as pride.
It was pity for Su Ming's life. It was a complicated choice he had made, but it was also a path he was proud of. The sigh gradually left into the distance. When he walked out of the city gate and stepped into Ancient Zang's capital, the sigh behind him disappeared, as if it had been separated from him for countless years.
Su Ming did not turn his head back. He just walked and walked in the capital.
He did not need to know the direction, because at the instant he stepped through the city gate, he had already seen the direction. He saw the three towering towers in the distance. There was a figure sitting cross-legged at the top of each of the three towers.
The person sitting at the top of the tower at the center was dressed in an Emperor's robe. There was a thick presence of kismet about him, and it was as if the entire world, the ancient world, and all of Ancient Zang were centered around him. It was as if … wherever he was, Ancient Zang would no longer be known as Ancient Zang!
He was the king of Ancient Zang. He was … the Sovereign of Ancient Zang who had all of Ancient Zang's kismet gathered on him!
Sitting at the top of what could be considered the third tower was a middle-aged man. He looked incredibly beautiful, and there was a strange and enchanting air about him. That feeling was incredibly strong, and it turned into a presence that surrounded him. When Su Ming looked at him, he felt as if he was the most disharmonious person in the world.
It was as if not even the qi flow of this person could fuse with him. He did not accept Heaven and Earth, nor did he accept the Heavens. He did not accept all living things. That was because... Heaven and Earth, the Heavens, and all living things could not surpass him. That was because... he was the one and only creator of the Vast Expanse!
He could create the heavens and the earth, so how could he merge with the heavens and the earth? He could create the heavens, so how could he lower himself to merge with the heavens? He could create and change all living things, so how could he merge with them? If he had to merge, it should be the heavens and the earth, the heavens, and all living things trying to merge with him!
He was Asura!
The path he condensed was the supreme and tyrannical Asura!
The one at the center of the three towers was the Sovereign, the third was Tian Xiu Luo, and the figure sitting cross-legged on the first tower … was staring at Su Ming at that moment.
There was an ancient air to that figure, along with the flow of time. It was as if he had been sitting there for a long time and had been waiting for Su Ming … for a very long time.
That figure did not have all of Ancient Zang's kismet gathered on him like the Sovereign, and neither did he have Tian Xiu Luo's domineering air of saying that he was the creator of the world. However, there was an indescribable presence about the figure that seemed to be able to distinguish what was real and what was fake, see through all illusions, and even see through the passage of time.
That presence seemed to be the limit of wisdom. It was the end of a life that could understand, and it was also … a Dao that seemed to be able to understand kismet, domineering ways, and everything about all living things.
On that path, he could never see illusions. He could only see the truth he wanted to see!
It was … Gu Hong!
Gu Hong, one of the three ninth level Dao Gods in Ancient Zang, or rather, the three of them were no longer ninth level Dao Gods. Perhaps they had already severed their own Daos and achieved … Boundless Dao that belonged to them!
Tian Xiu Luo had already severed his own Dao and reached Boundless Dao. Gu Di had clearly also severed his kismet during the two thousand years to reach Boundless Dao!
As for Gu Hong … the fact that he could sit cross-legged on the tower meant that … he had also severed his own choice!
He had not severed his own Dao in a true sense, but a form of resolution, a choice. That choice … could not be turned back, and there was no turning back. If it was right, it was right, and if it was wrong, it was wrong. There were two paths. Perhaps one was right, and perhaps both were wrong …
Once he made his choice, it would be for the rest of his life.
Su Ming's footsteps came to a halt for a moment. He stood on the street of Ancient Zang's capital and watched the people who moved past him in a hurry. Su Ming did not look at them, because he knew that even if he looked at them, he would not be able to remember their faces, which was why he chose not to look at them.
The only person he looked at was Loneswan, who was on the first tower.
The old man was also looking at Su Ming, and a smile gradually appeared on his lips.
"Boy, I've already waited for you for two thousand years!" The old man's voice had a hint of laughter in it. At that instant, it came from the tower and echoed through the entire capital. His voice also reached Su Ming's ears.
It was a simple sentence, but there was warmth contained within it. Su Ming could sense it deeply, causing warmth to appear in his heart at that moment. That care was very real, so real that Su Ming … would remember it for the rest of his life.
"Disciple Su Ming greets Master." Su Ming stared at the figure on the tower in the distance, then wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed deeply towards him.
There was an ancient tone to his laughter, but it was mostly filled with joy. When he spoke again, the old man on the tower had already disappeared. When he reappeared, he was right in front of Su Ming.
He still looked the same, but there was less strangeness about him and more age about him. At that moment, when he looked at Su Ming, joy appeared in his eyes. Once he scrutinized Su Ming, his laughter became even louder.
"Good, good, good. In the end, you didn't make me wait for two thousand years in vain. I promised you in the past that I would let you personally witness the fight between me and those two old coots.
"This is my promise, and since it's a promise, I will definitely keep it. Forget two thousand years, even if it's twenty thousand years, two hundred thousand years, or even twenty thousand aeons, I will continue waiting!" There were originally a lot of wrinkles on the old man's face, but as he laughed, some of them seemed to have disappeared.
"Let's go!" As the old man laughed happily, he grabbed Su Ming's right hand, and with a single move, he appeared on the tower where he had been previously.
There was originally only one seat at the top of the tower, because Su Ming could clearly see … that there was only one person sitting cross-legged and meditating in the second and third towers.
However, there were two spots for people to sit cross-legged on the first tower. The other spot had clearly been formed by the old man over the course of two thousand years. This action was very simple and looked very normal, but it was precisely this normal seat that caused Su Ming's heart to tremble at the instant he saw it.
The seat contained the old man's love for Su Ming and all his kindness towards his disciple. There was no need for anything else in return. It was just a form of love and a testimony to his Dao.
It was just like the fate between him and Su Ming, and the Dao they chose … was a similar path.
"You two old coots, we can fight now. My disciple is back, haha!" The old man stood there and laughed loudly. His voice was familiar to Su Ming, but it was so friendly that it was unreliable.
Almost at the instant he said those words, Tian Xiu Luo's eyes flew open, and a merciless glare appeared in them. His appearance changed, and his presence became different from before. The merciless look in his eyes caused him to look like he was no longer a cultivator.
"For a cultivator, you would rather use the method of sealing yourself and avoid fighting for two thousand years. Gu Hong … your Dao is still as hateful as ever!"
"Duh, my disciple is mine, not yours. Of course I have to care about him. If I don't care about him, who would care about him? Who would care about that old coot who plays with the Art of Kismet?" The old man rolled his eyes, let out a cold harrumph, and immediately started cursing.
As he spoke, the Sovereign of Ancient Zang, who was sitting on the tower at the center, slowly opened his eyes. When he looked at Su Ming, there was not much change in his emotions on his face. Only a sigh echoed in the air.
"Xuan Er …"
Su Ming stared at the Sovereign of Ancient Zang. After remaining silent for a moment, he said slowly, "My name is Su Ming."
The Sovereign of Ancient Zang, who was sitting on the tower at the center, fell silent. After some time, his deep voice traveled forth languidly, as if it was echoing in the entire world.
"Do you still remember … the story of the wanderer who left his home?"
Su Ming's eyes focused. He cast the Sovereign a few scrutinizing glances, and he remembered the old man he saw in a noodle stall three thousand years ago.
"Why continue being lost? I'm not surprised that you were chosen by Gu Hong as his disciple, because your Dao is similar to his. However, Gu Hong has already severed his choice. Are you … still not going to wake up?
"Wake up, my dear Xuan Er. When you wake up, you … will be the Emperor of Ancient Zang. When you wake up … all of Ancient Zang's kismet will gather on you. You will be the only scion of my kismet and Lone Swan Dao. You will … become the true Boundless Dao Realm!" The Sovereign of Ancient Zang slowly stood up from the tower. When he stared at Su Ming, his voice was like the sound of the world. As it echoed in the air, the hearts of all the lives in the capital trembled, and they instantly knelt down to worship him.
They were not the only ones. The sects and clans in all directions and all the cultivators in Ancient Zang knelt down to worship him … as if they were prostrating themselves to worship Ancient Zang's kismet!
The sky changed, as if it had turned into chaos. Fog rose on the ground, as if it had turned into a vast expanse. During that instant, everything seemed to be centered around that person!
"This is his Boundless Dao Realm, not mine," the old man said slowly while standing beside Su Ming and watching the changes in the world.
"Life has its limits, but knowledge has no limits. How many cycles of life and death can there be no limits to Boundless Dao?
The earth has its limits, but the sky has no limits. How many thoughts of life and death can there be no limits?
"I'll tell you about my bitter experience today. I had just recovered from a major illness and got up at around six in the morning to catch the plane that would take off at seven-thirty. I reached the airport before seven, and once I finished all the check-in procedures, I was suddenly told that the plane would be delayed and would take off at ten.
"At that time, I felt gloomy. If I had known this would happen, I would have just slept longer. "So be it. I found a seat, leaned against it, and dozed off. I set an alarm on my phone, and when I woke up at nine-thirty, I was full of energy, ready to board the plane.
"But at that moment, the airport told me that the departure time had been changed to eleven. I started cursing in my heart, so I went to a coffee shop and started writing my story, but the area around me was very chaotic, and my writing was slow. When I finally reached eleven, I suddenly received bad news. The flight was canceled, and the reason was because of heavy snow in Mudan River. The airport was closed, and I spent every single day!
"Not only was it canceled for one day, but tomorrow's flight was also canceled. If I wanted to go home, I could only go home the day after tomorrow. But I was in a hurry, so I quickly refunded the ticket. I clenched my teeth and bought a ticket to Bing City. I was determined to go home today!
I arrived at Bing City at three-thirty in the afternoon. I looked at the snow outside, and suddenly thought of Chen Meng's warm welcome at the airport in Guangzhou … I called an unlicensed taxi and rode on the highway against the wind and snow. I was still on the way, and I estimated that I would reach home in an hour and a half.
"I had just recovered from a major illness. I started writing this chapter at six in the morning, and I used my phone to connect to the computer to update it."
"There's only one chapter left, because I can already see my fellow Daoist with a cold, who left me this morning. He's slowly coming back with a lecherous smile."
"Damn the snow, damn the airport, damn the cold!"
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