Su Ming should have left.
Even if he did not leave, he should have cherished the serendipity the old xun maker had given him, because the serendipity during these three days could help him fight against the great disaster he was about to face.
He had to destroy this beautiful illusion and kill all the people who might have been made up, including his family, friends, love, friendship, and everything else. He had to have the determination to give up everything to become stronger and fight back. He had to have the callousness of a powerful Berserker. Once he destroyed everything, he would rebuild everything!
This was the true meaning behind the three days of serendipity. It was also what the old xun maker hoped Su Ming would be able to do. It was as if he had erupted in silence!
It was as if he had cut off all his thoughts and memories. He would no longer care about the past and the future. He would rebuild everything to replace his memories, and with callousness and mercilessness, he would complete an incredibly important metamorphosis!
This metamorphosis would allow him to attain great completion in the Bone Sacrifice Realm and become a powerful Berserker in the Berserker Soul Realm. This … was the serendipity!
As Su Ming came to understand all of this, his understanding gradually became clear. He had guessed that the old xun maker had helped him. He also had a vague feeling that if he followed the old man's method and rebuilt his life after he destroyed everything, then it would be the same as him controlling his own fate. At the instant he rebuilt his life, his soul would be affected due to the completion of his heart.
Due to the completion of his soul … the moment he rebuilt his life, he would be able to build his statue of the God of Berserkers!
It also meant that when he walked out of this place, he would no longer be a Berserker in the Bone Sacrifice Realm. He would become a powerful Berserker in the Berserker Soul Realm with this strange power and the serendipity that the old xun maker had perhaps paid a huge price for!
From then on, he would be able to face the great disaster of his life!
The old xun maker had paved a path for him. Su Ming might not know who he was, but he could feel that the old man bore him no ill will …
This serendipity, this great gift … But Su Ming could not accept it.
Because the price for this was the destruction of everything. Could Su Ming kill Bai Ling, who had her arms wrapped around his back? Could he end the sleeping elder's life in his sleep? Could he kill Chen Xin just because he had attained completion …?
Could he kill Lei Chen, kill his parents, and destroy everything in Dark Mountain Tribe?
"I can't …" Su Ming laughed brokenly. He could feel Bai Ling's warmth behind him. He could not do it.
Time trickled by. Su Ming stood there with Bai Ling hugging him from behind. The sky was no longer dark, but was slowly becoming brighter.
On that night, the two of them just stood there like that. They did not speak to each other. Bai Ling buried her head in Su Ming's back, and for some unknown reason, the feeling of his heartbeat made her cry tears of love.
Perhaps those tears were from longing, but they could not be brushed away. They stained Su Ming's robes.
When morning arrived, Su Ming chose to leave. Bai Ling lay quietly on her bed as if she had fallen asleep. However, the tears in her eyes were still there. They fell onto the pillow and disappeared.
That teardrop contained so many memories, thoughts, and sighs. Perhaps even Bai Ling herself couldn't count them all.
Su Ming walked out of Dark Dragon Tribe under the rays of the morning sun. He walked quietly in the forest and looked at the rays of sunlight shining through the forest and the falling leaves. Xiao Hong, who was sitting on his shoulder, seemed to have sensed Su Ming's complicated feelings and remained silent along the way.
This was the first day.
There were only two days left for Su Ming to make his choice.
He had originally intended to go to Wind Stream Tribe, but he no longer had that thought. He looked at Dark Mountain under the sun and did not have the thought of going to the ruins of the Fire Berserker Tribe. Exhaustion filled his heart.
He chose to go home.
Back to Dark Mountain Tribe, back to his home.
It was morning in Dark Mountain Tribe. It was as if all living things had come to life. The tribe members were doing their own things under the smoke from chimneys. The children seemed to never know fatigue. They looked forward to the arrival of the day and playing with their friends.
When Su Ming returned, he looked at the familiar tribe. He sat quietly outside his tent and looked at the blue sky and white clouds. He looked at the colorful sunlight. He looked at the tribe and remembered everything that was in his memories.
He wanted to remember all of this deeply once again. It was as if there was a blade cutting through this picture scroll and carving it deep into his heart and soul.
"Could it be that only by destroying these things can I control my own fate..?" Su Ming whispered to himself.
"Perhaps this sort of destruction can indeed allow a person to control their own fate, because a callous heart can't contain even a hint of warmth. If there's no warmth, then no matter what other people do, they won't be able to find a place to live.
"But …" Su Ming looked at the children running around on the empty ground before him and closed his eyes.
"Are they also fake..?"
The sky gradually darkened. Dusk was gone and moonlight shone on the ground. Su Ming continued sitting in his tent and looked at everything in the tribe. He no longer thought about it, but quietly watched the sun rise and set.
He knew that when the sun rose once again, it would be the last day he could remember in Dark Mountain.
Perhaps he did not know when he would be able to see it again. Perhaps he would never see it again.
Su Ming closed his eyes. The song played by the people in the tribe echoed in his ears, and the night … passed by.
When the morning of the second day arrived, the sky was no longer clear. Instead, there were dark clouds, and it started drizzling. However, on this last day, Su Ming did not think about anything. He smiled and chatted with the elder, then happily helped Grandpa Nan Song tidy up the pharmacy. He even played with the children like a child and told them stories. Occasionally, his silver bell-like giggles would ring in the air, and they would become the most pleasing sound in the tribe.
He laughed and played around with Lei Chen, just like how he had been when he was ignorant of the world around him. In fact, he did not even think about it. He had his own friends, his own family, and he was happy and carefree.
Wu La might be scornful towards Su Ming, but Su Ming still had a smile on his face. He did not utter a single word of complaint and took the initiative to help Wu La with her tasks. His smile stunned Wu La, and the cold expression on her face slowly relaxed.
As for Bei Ling, Su Ming did not seem to know fatigue. He used his last day to be very courteous. When he thought about how he had helped him when he was young and how he had taught him the arrow, even the usually aloof Bei Ling nodded towards Su Ming with a complicated expression after a moment of silence. The two of them started shooting arrows just like they had done many years ago.
As for Chen Xin, she sat happily by the side and looked at the two men who had entered her heart. Occasionally, she would go up and hand them water as her laughter echoed in the air.
On this day, all the people in the tribe could feel that there was something different about Su Ming. On this day, he was busy from morning until dusk, and when night fell, no one could see the reluctance to part behind his smile.
There was always a smile on his face, but … as night fell and moonlight shone on the ground, no one could see the reluctance to part behind his smile.
When the sky darkened, Su Ming's smile turned into anguish. He looked at the lights around the tribe gradually being extinguished and watched everything turn from bustling to quiet. His heart clenched in pain.
"Am I going to leave..?" he mumbled. He knew that when the sun rose once again, he … would disappear from this beautiful world.
The anguish on his face gradually turned into a smile. He needed to smile. He wanted to smile. Even if he had to leave, he was already content to have these three days.
As he smiled, Su Ming did not look at the moonlight, did not look at the darkness around him, and neither did he look at the tribe. Instead, he lifted the tent's flap and walked in. He lay down on his small bed and looked at the familiar surroundings around him. With a smile on his face, he slowly closed his eyes.
'Sleep. Perhaps when I wake up, I will still be here …
Su Ming mumbled softly.
In the end, he did not choose the path the old xun maker had pointed out to him. Even if he could reach the Berserker Soul Realm if he continued down this path, even if he could gain the right to fight against the great disaster that was about to arrive …
Even so, he … still chose his own path.
All of this might not be true or false.
The moon in the water was still a moon! This flower was still a flower!
Destruction could create a new life, but if he could preserve everything and keep it in the depths of his memories so that it would become the most precious thing in his life, then his heart would not turn cold, his love would not die, and he might be able to create a new life!
'My fate is mine. I will choose it myself. If I say it's true, then it … will truly exist in my heart.' Su Ming closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
"Farewell … my Wushan …"
'Goodbye … my family …
'My friends … my love, all of my childhood … All of you will forever be in my heart. In the deepest parts of my heart, you will become my warmth … Goodbye …'
This was a feeling of deep sleep that he had never felt ever since he left Dark Mountain, not even when he was on the ninth summit. That feeling was something that was in his memories …
At the moment he fell asleep, Su Ming could not hear a sigh echoing in the air. There was a feeling within that sigh that could confuse others, and he could not tell what it was.
The world was gradually enveloped by fog, and the world gradually turned into nothingness.
When Su Ming opened his eyes once again, the first thing he heard was the sound of the sea. He smelled the stench of blood in the sea, and he saw … the lonely island. There was no Dark Mountain around him, no tribe, and not a single person.
The only thing there was the bald crane lying on the island with its eyes open.
Su Ming stood on the island for a long, long time, until he closed his eyes once again before opening them slowly.
'I've woken up from my dream.' The things that had happened during those three days still appeared before Su Ming's eyes. A wave of sadness would fuse into his temperament from then on. This was the sadness of his soul, the pain of homesickness.
This was the bitterness that could not be blown away by the wind. This was the beauty he had chosen.
With a soft sigh, Su Ming wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed deeply towards the island beneath his feet. He was bowing towards the old xun maker, thanking him for the serendipity he had received during those three days.
Once he bowed, Su Ming lifted his head and took a step forward. With the bald crane in his hand, he turned into a long arc and charged into the sky.
The island slowly disappeared behind him. Only the mournful song of the xun remained, moaning and echoing in the air, as if it was sending Su Ming off until he left into the distance.
First update! Throw your monthly votes at me! You won't die from exhaustion! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
