Thousands of lis of seawater disappeared, and thousands of lis of the seabed shattered. A gigantic pit appeared on the Dead Sea. The seawater in the area seemed to have gained intelligence under the impact of the purple light and did not dare to get close to it, causing the pit to remain there for a long time.
Di Tian stood in midair with his hair a mess. He did not say a single word. The bone xun before him had already disappeared, and Su Ming was no longer around.
After some time, Di Tian lifted his head. His expression was ferocious, and anger that could burn the skies appeared on his face. He let out a roar that shook the sky and earth towards the sky!
That roar reverberated in the air and spread in all directions, lingering for a long time.
His Destiny's Heavenly Punishment had destroyed everything within a circular area of thousands of lis, but he could not find any trace of Su Ming. He might have sensed that the power of Heavenly Punishment had taken effect … but Su Ming did not die.
He spread his divine sense outwards, and with killing intent and madness, he swept through the world, covering the limits of his divine sense, but he … could not find any trace of Su Ming!
Su Ming disappeared from Di Tian's world once again just like that, causing him to be unable to find him …
He had sent his clone here, but in the end, this was the result. Destiny's awakening also made Di Tian's heart tremble. He stood in midair until the seawater beneath him was filled up once again as the purple light disappeared. The entire Dead Sea sank slightly.
"I refuse to believe that you can hide forever. One of these days, I will find you again, and the next time we meet, I, Di Tian, swear that I will do everything in my power to … make you fall into oblivion!" Di Tian closed his eyes, but the dark look on his face did not disappear. He turned around and took a step towards the sky in the distance!
…..
The sky was blue and the sun was bright. It was almost noon, and when it shone on a person's body, it was slightly hot and forced out beads of sweat, but there was not much wind that could take it away.
The fragrance of the osmanthus flowers did not dissipate even with this little wind. It could only linger in the area where they grew and bloom to its heart's content.
Sounds of laughter could occasionally be heard not too far away from the osmanthus forest. Through the forest, a group of scattered houses could be seen.
There were about a hundred of them. At that moment, smoke could be seen rising from their chimneys, and the osmanthus fragrance made this place look like a paradise.
There were a lot of mountains around it, causing this place to look very remote. There were not many people around. There were only some faint tracks left by carriages on the road leading to the houses.
Perhaps it was because it had just rained not too long ago, but even though the sun was bright, the ground was still muddy. When someone walked on it, they would squelch.
In this osmanthus forest, there was a young man wearing patched clothes. He sat on some leaves and leaned against a tree. He stared blankly at the sky, which the leaves couldn't cover. No one knew what he was thinking.
His complexion was a little pale, but his pale face appeared very delicate and pretty. He was not very old, only about twelve or thirteen years old. His clothes, which were full of patches, were unable to conceal his temperament, which would cause others to have a good impression of him when they saw him.
However, his body looked very frail. As he leaned against the osmanthus tree, his eyes looked very lively as he looked at the sky.
He silently looked at the sky and held some grass in his hand. As he moved his hands, he gradually weaved the grass into the shape of a little person. All of this seemed to be his subconscious action. He continued to look at the sky, but no one knew what he was looking at. Perhaps it was the blue sky, or perhaps it was the white clouds. Other than himself, no one knew.
After a long time, footsteps came from afar. Along with the footsteps was the clear voice of a child.
"Big Brother Dog Leftovers, Big Brother Dog Leftovers … Our mother is calling you home …"
It was a girl's voice. Her voice was clear and pure, as if she had not been tainted by the world of mortals. She did not have any thoughts, and she still had the innocent dream of a child.
It was a little girl about eight or nine years old. She was also wearing patched clothes and had two little braids. She was not very pretty, and there was a birthmark on her face. However, her eyes were bright. If one ignored the birthmark, she would be a very cute girl.
When the young man heard the girl's voice, he retracted his gaze from the sky. A smile that came from the bottom of his heart appeared on his face. He sat up from the ground and looked at the little girl who was running towards him from afar.
"Slow down, the ground is muddy," the young man said gently as he walked over. There was a doting look in his eyes when he looked at the little girl.
"Big Brother Dog Leftovers, our mother made something delicious today. It's Ugly Little Thing's favorite yam. Hurry up, hurry up, "the little girl said with a smile as she ran to the young man's side. She even lifted her little hand and helped him brush off the mud and leaves on the young man's clothes.
The young man patted the little girl's head and held her hand with a smile. They walked out of the forest together.
"Big Brother Dog Leftovers, why do you always come here? There's nothing here other than the osmanthus tree." The girl called Ugly Little Thing blinked and held the young man's hand as she asked curiously.
The young man smiled and did not say anything. He only lifted his head to look at the sky, and an ancient look that no one else could see flashed through his eyes.
When they walked out of the forest, the ancient look was buried in the young man's eyes and could no longer be seen. The only thing left was the sigh in his heart. Perhaps it could be felt by the emptiness, causing the sky, which was initially sunny, to become much dimmer in an instant. Dark clouds appeared.
The forest was not too far away from the house. It only took them a short while to reach it. The young man was dragged along by the girl, who was clearly in a hurry to eat the yam.
Along the way, there were some children who were about their age playing with each other. When they saw the siblings, some of the children teased them.
"Ugly Little Thing, what delicious food did you make at home today?"
"That's right, Ugly Little Thing. Didn't you say that your parents would make you a set of clothes without any patches?"
The girl holding the young man's hand lowered her head. Her body was slightly stiff, but she soon recovered. Still, she lowered her head and was about to leave this place as soon as possible. Not too far away was a very normal looking house. That was her home.
This could not be considered a tribe, because the people here were not related by blood. Perhaps this place could only be called a village.
When the boy heard the children ridiculing the girl, he frowned, but the girl was holding his hand in a death grip. There was also a pleading look on her face, which made the young man sigh in his heart once again. He quietly followed her back to her house.
"We're home. Pa, ma, I called big brother Dog Leftovers back. We can eat now." The girl smiled happily and pushed open the door to the house before running in.
Su Ming followed behind her and entered the house. It was a house made of mud. It was not big and only had two rooms. When he walked in, coughing sounds came from one of the rooms.
"Dog Leftovers, did you go to see the osmanthus again? It'll be gone in a few more months. It's good to look at it more … "As he spoke, a middle-aged man walked out of the room.
The man's face was ancient, and his clothes were simple and unadorned. His expression was simple and honest, and as he walked out, he looked at Meng Hao with a kind smile. He wasn't very tall, nor did he look very muscular. However, there was something very unique about his hands, which were covered with scars that covered almost every part of his body, especially his fingers.
At that moment, the boy could tell with just one glance that the scars on the man's hands were clearly new wounds.
Walking out with the man was a woman behind him. Her skin was rough, but the original beauty of her face could still be seen. However, time had left far too many marks on her body, causing her to look much older than her original age. At that moment, she held two bowls in her hands and looked at the boy with a smile.
"You little brat, if you don't let me call you to eat, you won't come back. You only come home when it's dark. Your body is still weak, don't catch a cold outside."
A warm smile appeared on the boy's face. He went up and took the bowls from the woman's hands before speaking softly.
"Father, mother, I'm fine."
"Alright, eat more yam later. Your Grandpa Zhang just had a grandchild born this morning, so he asked your father to weave a few grass dolls for him in exchange for some yam. He said that it's for you and Ugly Little to nourish your bodies." The woman looked at the boy and the young girl who was happily setting up the chairs next to him lovingly, then walked over with the man.
It was not a sumptuous lunch. Aside from the softness of the cooked yam and the addition of some fruit juice, it was very sweet. Ugly Little's cheerful laughter echoed in this ordinary family. The woman's love and the middle-aged man's gentleness turned into warmth.
The boy looked at them, and a smile appeared on his face as well. That smile came from the bottom of his heart. He was grateful to this family, and he was especially grateful to the girl called Ugly Little.
He had woken up in this place a year ago. The girl had gone out into the forest alone to gather different types of grass for her father to weave dolls. She had discovered him in the mountains and carried him back home. From then on … he had lived in this place.
He had a younger sister, and her name was Ugly Little Thing. This was because she was ugly, but her kindness, her adorable laughter, and her spirited eyes made him remember that when he was unconscious, there was a weak little body that carried him all the way here.
He had a father, who was a very honest and simple man. He was a mortal who lived his entire life in poverty and was plagued by illness. Only the grass dolls he weaved were very lifelike, and they were the toys of the children in the village.
He had a mother, and she was a very kind and gentle woman. She loved her husband, her daughter, and her family. She also gave him, an outsider, enough motherly love.
He was Su Ming.
When he woke up in this warm home a year ago, his power had scattered, but it did not disappear. Instead, it had hidden itself in his body. It was a remnant left behind by the injuries he had suffered after his battle against Di Tian, and he would need time to recover completely.
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