The sun set in the west and gradually disappeared. The golden dusk slowly disappeared as well. As the sky darkened, the stars in the sky formed the outline of the starry sky in Su Ming's memories. The brilliant moon also made those who looked at it feel homesick.
Yet Su Ming did not know how a person who was in his hometown could feel homesick. He only knew that on the first night he returned to Dark Mountain, he still missed this place as he looked at the moon.
He saw the elder, he saw Lei Chen, he saw all the people in his memories, and Su Ming's heart gradually calmed down. Every single blade of grass and tree in this place was incredibly familiar to him. Everything here was buried in his heart, and he would never forget it.
Bei Ling was still cold towards him, but Chen Xin was still slightly concerned about him. The house that belonged to Su Ming was clean and spotless. It was Chen Xin's silent care.
Perhaps it was love, or perhaps it had nothing to do with love. Chen Xin might have liked Su Ming before, but perhaps she liked Bei Ling even more.
Wu La's disdain. This girl, who was not particularly beautiful, fell into his arms and mumbled Mo Su's name in his memories. Her beauty surpassed everything else, and it was branded deeply into Su Ming's heart, causing him to be unable to forget it.
When he saw her again, there was only warmth in Su Ming's heart. There was nothing else.
Lei Chen's hearty laughter and the oath he swore made Su Ming feel the warmth between brothers. He did not want to believe that all of this was fake.
The elder's kindness and warm embrace also made Su Ming believe that he had a dream the previous night. It was a cruel dream that had nothing to do with romance, but was filled with blood and time.
Now, perhaps he had woken up from his dream.
Su Ming sat outside his house and lifted his head to look at the moon in the sky. The dinner he had at Lei Chen's house made him remember many, many things …
There were only a few lights in the tribe at night. It was quiet all around. There was … no wind.
Yet there was a mournful song of the xun echoing in the night. It was a song played by the people in the tribe. Su Ming could not forget this song.
"Perhaps it's not three days. Perhaps yesterday was a dream. Perhaps … I can stay in Dark Mountain forever," Su Ming mumbled. Su Ming mumbled. Lei Chen was not with him. At night, he was scolded by his mother again and was forced to stay at home. He had to pretend to be asleep.
Su Ming looked at the moon in the sky quietly and listened to the song of the xun. It was as if … he was dreaming and did not know he was a guest.
All of a sudden, he wanted to take a look at Whitty, who might not know him yet!
When he thought of Bai Ling, Su Ming felt a stab of pain in his heart. The promise he had lost was gone forever. When he turned his head back, he could only hear sighs, but he could no longer see each other.
Su Ming stood up and walked towards the tribe's gate. Yet the moment he reached the gate and was about to leave, his footsteps faltered, because a person walked towards him from the darkness.
"Who are you!" An eerie voice came from the figure as he gradually walked out of the shadows and into the moonlight. He was Shan Hen!
A cold and dark look appeared in his eyes as he stared at Su Ming. When he spoke, faint ripples of his cultivation base could be seen on his right hand, as if he was about to form a blade.
"You're not Su Ming. You can deceive others, but you can't deceive me. Every single time Su Ming looks at me, his gaze is different from yours," Shan Hen said in a low voice as he stared at Su Ming.
Su Ming looked at Shan Hen quietly. In his memories, this was a senior of his tribe that he had killed with his own hands.
"I am Su Ming," Su Ming said softly and walked forward. Su Ming spoke softly and walked forward. Shan Hen's expression changed, and he lifted his right hand swiftly, but the moment he did so, Su Ming walked past him with light footsteps. Shan Hen's entire body shuddered, and he found himself unable to lower his lifted right hand. During that instant, when Su Ming walked past him at a speed that surpassed what his eyes could see, he had felt a powerful wave of power that suffocated him.
That ripple was very faint and only spread out five feet. Only he could feel it. The strength of that aura surpassed all the Berserkers he had seen before, and it even surpassed those in the Transcendence Realm!
He had a strong feeling that with just one thought, this person could destroy him, this tribe, and this entire land!
In the midst of his shock, Shan Hen's entire body was drenched in sweat. After a long while, he slowly turned his head around, but he could no longer see Su Ming.
Su Ming walked on the path in the forest. His footsteps were not quick as he walked towards Bai Ling's tribe in the middle of the night.
As he walked, Su Ming stopped. He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Dark Mountain in the dark. Suddenly, he lifted his right hand, placed it by his lips, and let out a sharp whistle.
The whistle reverberated in the air and gradually disappeared into the night. Su Ming waited quietly. An hour later, a fiery red figure suddenly charged towards him from the forest in the distance.
Along with the appearance of that figure were joyful cries. That fiery red figure … was Xiao Hong!
It charged forward and soon appeared before Su Ming. With an excited look on its face, it danced around Su Ming a few times before sitting down on his shoulder and grabbing Su Ming's hair with its claws, fiddling with it nonstop.
"Xiao Hong …" Su Ming looked at the little monkey on his shoulder and simply let it play with his hair. He lifted his hand and stroked its body gently. A sentimental and complicated smile appeared on his face.
"We meet again …"
Xiao Hong hissed a few times, looking as if they had indeed met again. It glared at Su Ming and gestured at him for a long time, expressing its anger. It was as if it was complaining that Su Ming had not appeared for a long time.
In the end, Xiao Hong gestured with three fingers. Su Ming knew that it meant three days, or perhaps three months. It could also mean three years, thirty years, or even longer …
Only Xiao Hong would know the specifics.
As he stroked Xiao Hong's fur, Su Ming turned into a long arc and charged towards Bai Ling's tribe. Before long, Dark Dragon Tribe's gigantic fence appeared before him.
There were also long spears erected on the fence. Those were the tribe's guards.
Su Ming looked at Dark Dragon Tribe and walked towards it. No one noticed his arrival until he reached the tribe. When he spread his divine sense outwards, he found the figure that made his heart ache in his memories.
It was Bai Ling's house. Bai Ling had already fallen asleep in the dark. There was a peaceful look on her beautiful face. It was a little different compared to the wild look on her face when she opened her eyes.
Su Ming stood by Bai Ling's bed quietly and looked at the beautiful girl. He looked at the smile on her lips as she slept. He did not know what kind of beautiful things she was dreaming about.
Su Ming's heart ached. The scenes in his memories appeared between him and Bai Ling. Their meeting under the blood moon, their running around in circles in the snowy night, their whispers as they told each other their stories, and the final moment when their hair turned white amidst the snowflakes …
Until the promise Su Ming could not keep. All of these turned into a wave of sadness that filled Su Ming's heart. He looked at Bai Ling with a dumbfounded expression. He looked at the girl who had been branded deeply in his heart. She was his first love.
"Ling Er … I'm back …" Su Ming mumbled softly. There was a gentle look in his eyes. He lifted his hand, wanting to touch Bai Ling's face gently. His actions were gentle, but the moment his hand was about to touch Bai Ling's face, Bai Ling opened her eyes.
She looked at Su Ming quietly. The wildness in her eyes was a sight that Su Ming would never forget.
Su Ming's hand froze for a moment, but it was only for a moment before he touched Bai Ling's face without any hesitation. Her face was a little cold and very soft, causing the gentleness in Su Ming's eyes to become even stronger.
Bai Ling did not dodge. Instead, she widened her eyes and looked at Su Ming, completely stunned.
When Su Ming lifted his hand, the gentleness in his eyes remained. He looked at Bai Ling deeply, then stood up, turned his head around, and was about to leave.
"Who … are you..?" Bai Ling's terrified and weak voice came from behind him.
"Su Ming." Su Ming walked towards the door of the house. At the instant he touched Bai Ling, the cold look on her face made him understand many things in anguish.
This place was not real. This … was fake. This was the serendipity the old xun maker had mentioned. This was an illusory world created with Su Ming's memories as the center …
This was a Void World …
Because in this hot season, the cold look on Bai Ling's face was the last thing Su Ming felt when he was in the snow. All of this was an illusion.
This serendipity that lasted for three days was for Su Ming to understand the existence of fate in the world of his memories … You can choose not to believe it, you can think that the Dark Mountain in your memories is fake. As long as you attack and kill all the people you are familiar with here, the elder, Lei Chen, Bei Ling, Wu La, Chen Xin, Bai Ling, and all the others!
As long as you attack, you will naturally be able to see the expressions on everyone's faces after they are killed by you. At that time, you will be able to tell whether all of this is real or fake. At that time, you will also be able to reverse Dark Mountain and completely forget about it. From then on, you will no longer be connected to it, and it will no longer affect your emotions.
It does not matter whether there will be people who will use Dark Mountain as a trap to do anything in the future.
As long as you choose to attack, then everything … will disappear. It will be as if everything has truly awakened. You will shatter this world that you do not believe in, and the people behind it who are manipulating your fate.
If you believe in it, then you will have the determination to bear the series of difficulties, the series of grief, and the parting that will appear because of Dark Mountain in the future …
No matter what choice he made, this would be a short period of completion. During this completion, Su Ming would be able to take half a step towards the end of the Bone Sacrifice Realm and step into the Berserker Soul Realm.
Because this completion could turn into determination, Su Ming would not be lost when he stepped into the Berserker Soul Realm, which would increase his chances of success.
"Why do I feel … that you're so familiar..?" Bai Ling's voice traveled into Su Ming's ears. She sat up behind him and stared at him blankly.
"Don't go …" she whispered softly and got off the bed. She leaned against Su Ming's back gently.
Starlight shone through the tent and shone on the ground indistinctly, fusing with the moonlight. Su Ming could not tell the difference between the stars and the moon, could not tell whether he had woken up from a dream, could not tell what was brilliant, what was sad, and what he missed. He could not tell whether it was a man or a woman, or whether it was a woman who was crying.
Even if he had a fleeting moment with the moon and the moon, he would not be able to bring away the companionship of this life after he had woken up from a dream. This attachment … was getting further and further away. It would be better … if he did not see her.
There are no fights in these four chapters, but writing them is much more tiring than fighting. Tomorrow, I'll continue breaking out! I'll see whether I can write five chapters tomorrow!
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