"It doesn't matter whether it's real or fake … Is it important..?" Su Ming looked at the sea and sky in the distance and mumbled softly to himself.
Was it important..? How could it not be important? That was his most beautiful memory. That was his Dark Mountain … That was a yellowed scroll that was lifted by a breeze that he did not understand …
"It's not important." Su Ming closed his eyes. After a long while, when he opened them again, he felt slightly tired. This fatigue did not come from his body, but from his soul.
It was as if he had buried an entire city and blown out all the lights. What he touched was not darkness, but unfamiliarity that he could not see. There was also a setting sun whose face he did not know, and a dozen years of his childhood …
Memories from the moment he left Wushan emerged in his mind. In the end, they turned into a huge ball of string that no one could see through, touch, or sort out.
That fatigue sprouted in Su Ming's heart. As time passed by, that fatigue grew stronger, and when it occupied his entire being, it turned into a desolate look of loneliness on his face.
Wind blew against the surface of the sea, and as the waves sparkled, it reflected the gradually darkening clouds in the sky. That was the setting sun beyond the clouds. As Su Ming looked at the setting sun through the clouds, he felt as if he was hugging a raft called loneliness tightly, but he could not swim out of the sea of his memories. He could not learn to let go …
He stood there. His hair was lifted by the wind, and it looked as if it was dancing in the air. The wind that blew through the gaps between his hair brought with it a sound that turned into the saddest symphony in his life.
When Beiling and Chenxin left, Bai Su woke up from the illusion. At the instant her world became clear, she saw Su Ming looking at the sea and sky.
It was quiet all around her. The Lord of Heaven Gate, the old man in white, and the people who had chosen to stand to the left were all silent.
The fatigue in Su Ming's heart was like a soft song. As the song spread out, it caused all those who heard it to be immersed in silence. They did not want to let out a single sound, and neither did they want to interrupt the song.
However … he wondered who the ending of this song about Dark Mountain … was given to …
It had been a long time since Su Ming shed tears. At that moment, tears gradually fell from his eyes, but he did not know that they were falling. It was as if he had already forgotten about their existence.
The color of those tears was transparent, but when they fell on Su Ming's cheeks, they seemed to be tainted by his loneliness, causing them to turn into bitter tears when they fell on the corners of his lips.
Perhaps everyone's tears were tasteless when they fell. They were just like rain that had just been born. As they grew older, the color of their cheeks would gradually change and turn into bitterness.
Bai Su had arrived beside Su Ming at some point in time. Her face was slightly pale. She looked at him and lifted her hand gently, then used Su Ming's tears to dye her fingers.
"Thank you," Su Ming said softly. The warmth from the fingertips touching his face made him open his eyes.
The light from the setting sun shone through the clouds, giving it a slightly crimson hue. When it shone on the surface of the sea, it looked as if it was tainted with fresh blood … This scene was incredibly beautiful. The tall and slender Su Ming, the beautiful Bai Su, the hair that was lifted by the wind, and … the heads of the giants popped up around them.
However, the Sea Giants' roars shattered this beautiful scene and scattered the silent atmosphere. The low growls did not disappear because of Beiling's departure.
Almost at the instant the Sea Giants roared, Su Ming lifted his hand and seized the air gently in the direction of the sky. With it, he did not move the sky, but the sea. It rotated with a bang and turned into an incomparably huge whirlpool. It rotated with loud rumbles, causing the Sea Giants in it to struggle, and even their roars were drowned out by the sound of the waves.
Gradually, great respect appeared in the people's gazes as they looked at Su Ming, along with a hint of fear, because the whirlpool on the surface of the sea was spinning faster. Eventually, under that extreme speed, the wind that was stirred up and the water that was stirred up turned into a blade that could cut through flesh and tear bones!
Shrill screams rang out as they struggled to escape. However, under the rotation of the vortex, they were of no use at all. All they could do was turn into a pool of blood and flesh that was separated from the bones.
When … there were no longer any complete Sea Giants left on the surface of the sea. Only a sea of broken bones remained, and Su Ming slowly clenched his right fist.
At the instant he did so, drops of blood floated up from the rotating sea. As they gathered together, they gathered into a gigantic ball of blood before Su Ming.
Once the ball of blood appeared, the seawater returned to its original color. The souls of nearly a hundred Dead Sea Giants flashed in the ball of blood floating in front of Su Ming. Occasionally, they would let out shrill wails that could only be heard with Su Ming's heart.
The ball of blood looked as if it was boiling. As it continued gathering together and shrinking, it slowly shrank until it turned into an enchanting red that was the size of a fingernail and floated towards Su Ming.
Su Ming lifted his head swiftly. The loneliness in his eyes and expression was buried at the bottom of his heart. What appeared before him was his usual calmness. He lifted his right hand swiftly, and at the same time he swiped his index finger across that drop of blood, he looked as if he had hooked it. It was as if his fingertip had turned into a brush that was drawing lines in midair. One stroke, another stroke, another stroke …
Su Ming did not know how many strokes he had drawn, but a complicated runic symbol appeared before him. That runic symbol shone with a blood-red light, and it also exuded an overflowing life force. It was the gathering of all the Sea Giants' lives.
Usurp Life. That one word could represent everything!
Su Ming did not know how to change lives, but while he was trying to gain an epiphany from the black log, he had woken up on the way and had yet to fully understand it. However, he had managed to come into contact with a path he had not known in the past.
Life!
Everyone had a different Life! That was the pattern of life force. It was the most brilliant light in a living being's body. Not everyone could see that light, but if it was extinguished, then all lives would be destroyed. If it was changed, then their fates would undergo a drastic change!
This was Numerology!
Hu Zi's smiling face appeared in his head. Hu Zi's simple and honest face appeared in his head, along with the person who stood before him in the end and protected him like a mountain.
'I might have some understanding of Life, but I still don't know what Life is … I won't change Numerology, and neither will I resurrect the dead … But since my blood and hair can give Si Ma Xin's puppet life force and my life is so strange in Yin Death Region, then I can use my life force and my blood as a guide. With my life … I can help my senior brother recover!' Su Ming mumbled in his heart. He had drawn that runic symbol, and it was the only thing that had appeared in his head right before he woke up while he was trying to gain an epiphany from the black log!
Su Ming had obtained that runic symbol through his epiphany. The moment it appeared, he had a vague sense of familiarity towards it, and that familiarity made him feel as if the runic symbol was him!
This was the mark formed by his Numerology. Su Ming could sense that the runic symbol was incomplete, but even so, it still contained his Life.
As the runic symbol was drawn, the clouds in the sky suddenly stopped moving, as if they had come to a standstill. There were no longer any waves on the surface of the sea, as if they had gained life and did not dare to show themselves at that moment.
An incredibly powerful presence of Life Cultivation spread out from Su Ming's body at that moment. That presence spread out in all directions, and at the instant it charged into the clouds, the thick layer of clouds in the sky became fainter. Gradually, they became much thinner, causing the light from the setting sun to shine through the clouds where Su Ming sat. The light from the setting sun was even stronger than the light from the area around him.
Bai Su stared at Su Ming in a daze. In her eyes, Su Ming's hair gradually gained an ancient air …
That ancient color was gray, white, and a boundless expanse of snow.
One stroke at a time. When Su Ming finished drawing the final stroke, he bit the tip of his tongue and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That blood fell on the blood-red runic symbol, causing it to instantly gain intelligence and let out a piercing light. When Su Ming lifted his right hand, the runic symbol hooked him and took a step towards Hu Zi, who was lying on the ground.
When his foot landed, Su Ming was already standing in front of Hu Zi. With the blood-red runic symbol on his right index finger, along with Su Ming's own life, he tapped the center of Hu Zi's brows.
At the instant his finger touched the center of Hu Zi's brows, quite a number of his hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Hu Zi shuddered. That runic symbol was swiftly branded at the center of his brows. As it shone, it looked as if it had been branded on Hu Zi's body and soul.
A hint of blood shone at the center of Hu Zi's brows and covered his entire body. When that blood spread to his chest, the hideous tear on his chest was wiped away. As that blood spread through his entire body, Hu Zi's arms, which had been a bloody mess, returned to normal.
Snoring came from Hu Zi's mouth. That sound was like thunder, and it shook the sky and earth …
Hu Zi's life force had not come to an end, but he had suffered a grievous injury that was difficult to heal. He had lost all of his life force. This sort of recovery was much simpler than stealing the life force of the heavens, but it was still not something a normal person could do. Only those who practiced Life Cultivation could make someone with such injuries return to normal!
Su Ming did not have the ability to change Hu Zi's Principles of Life, but he could use his own Principles of Life to nourish Hu Zi and wake him up!
However, Su Ming had yet to truly step into the path of Life Cultivation. He was only lingering at the threshold. Because of that, he would have to pay an incredibly great price for healing Hu Zi's injuries.
Yet no matter how great the price was, Su Ming would not hesitate, because … this was Hu Zi. This was his third senior brother!
Once he heard Hu Zi's snoring, a smile appeared on Su Ming's pale face. At that moment, the clouds in the sky were continuously thinning, and a ray of golden-red light shone down through the cracks between the thinning clouds. It landed on Su Ming's body and his hair.
It was a mixture of black and white. It was an ancient air that looked like it was gray, but was not gray. It was the light of a candle in the clouds, and it was the sorrow of being homeless or unable to find his home … [If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.]
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