'So Life Matrix can be used this way. ' Understanding appeared in Su Ming's eyes. The talisman itself was a treasure. It contained the presence of Life and could be used to bestow Life upon others. If the Great Patriarch obtained this talisman and fused it into his body, he could change his Life and turn it into a Life with nine deaths.
Su Ming yanked the talisman with his hand, and with a rip, a small part of the talisman was torn off. The remaining part disappeared without a trace.
'Outsiders can bestow Life upon others to increase their level of cultivation, but this method is the same as pulling up seedlings to help them grow … It was the same for Si Ma Xin in the past. '
Su Ming's understanding towards Life Matrices became deeper.
As the remaining half of the talisman disappeared in midair, the destructive ripples caused by the Great Patriarch's self-destruction spread out and crashed into Su Ming's long spear, turning into a loud bang that shook the sky and earth that swept outwards in all directions.
The entire ground trembled due to the explosion. Cracks appeared on the ground, and a large amount of seawater surged in from all directions, causing nearly a fourth of the God of Shamans Island to be submerged in an instant.
Circles of ripples continued spreading outwards in midair. Some of the Shamans did not manage to dodge in time, and their bodies were reduced to ashes. The ripples continued spreading into the distance before they gradually disappeared.
Su Ming walked out of the air where the ripples had disappeared. He was not injured in the slightest. At the instant he self-destructed, he had already stepped into the dimension in the fragment he had prepared a long time ago.
When he walked out, he looked towards the Shamans' sacred mountain, because at that moment, a ripple that surpassed his level of cultivation erupted from within the sacred mountain.
A figure sat cross-legged on the peak of the Sacred Mountain along with the ripples. It was a young man who appeared to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, but his body gave off an ancient aura. He sat there cross-legged, and his eyes … had been completely replaced by the glow of a crescent moon. Anyone who looked into his eyes would feel as if their minds were being sucked in.
There was half a piece of yellow paper stuck to his forehead. There was a runic symbol flashing on it. That runic symbol was incomplete, but it could still be seen that it was in the shape of a crescent moon.
The boy looked at Su Ming and said languidly, "I remember who you are. You were the one who fought against me with Tian Xie Zi and Guru Li Long in the past. Su Ming!"
"The moon waxes and wanes … If a man dies nine times and lives nine times … all he seeks is perfection. This … is bestowed by this old man's master, a life of nine deaths." The boy looked at Su Ming, who was several thousands of feet away from him, then slowly stood up and wrapped his fist in his palm to bow towards him.
"I haven't …" When the teenager wrapped his fist in his palm, he lifted his head to look at Su Ming.
At that moment, the Great Patriarch's presence had changed too much. Compared to before, he looked like a completely different person.
"The coldness of midwinter is the end of life. Winter, autumn, summer, and spring … are the Lives I have come to understand." Su Ming looked at the boy who was the Great Patriarch, then swung his arm, wrapped his fist in his palm, and bowed slightly.
The Great Patriarch of the Shamans who had turned into this boy was something that Su Ming had never seen in his memories of the cycles of reincarnation. He remembered that during the ninth resurrection of the Shamans' Great Patriarch, he had been a man in his thirties.
Yet now, he had turned into a teenager.
Clearly, the younger the Great Patriarch's life of nine deaths was, the stronger his level of cultivation would be. At that moment, it could be seen that the Great Patriarch had become much more refined compared to the past. He also had a deeper understanding towards the Life of nine deaths he had been bestowed upon him.
'My Master once said that it's very difficult for me to control the Lives he bestowed upon me and have them fuse perfectly with me … Unless I practice until I reach the stage where I become a Nascent Soul after nine deaths, only then will I be able to master this Life …
'Sir, I've gained a lot from my battle today, and I'm showing signs that I'm about to reach a breakthrough. Please give me some guidance so that I can reach a breakthrough. I … will never forget this great kindness.' When the teenager heard Su Ming mentioning his Life of understanding himself, excitement immediately appeared on his face. He bowed towards Su Ming once again, then slowly rose into the air. Once he floated a thousand feet away, he lifted his right hand and struck the sacred mountain behind him through the air.
Booming sounds instantly came from the mountain, and gradually, it was no longer flickering in an illusion. Instead, it had completely gained corporeal form, and a gigantic crack appeared on the mountain. As booming sounds echoed in the air, the mountain gradually split into two. A ray of dark light flew out from within and landed before Su Ming.
It was a coffin … a coffin Su Ming had seen in the past.
"This is the item that made you cry the second time I saw you. This item came from the Immortals, and they want to corrode you with Yin Death Aura. You came here for this item, and I will give it to you as a gift." Determination and fanaticism shone in the teenager's eyes. At that moment, he looked completely different from the Great Patriarch Su Ming had seen previously.
At that moment, he looked more like a Life Seeker who was willing to give up everything for the sake of reaching a breakthrough in his level of cultivation and fusing with the Nine Deaths Life.
Searching for his Life Matrix to complete himself was called Life Seeker.
Su Ming looked at the teenager's eyes carefully. He could not see any cunning or schemes in them. He could only see the determination to fuse with the Nine Deaths Life and search for a breakthrough.
This determination was very similar to Su Ming's in certain aspects.
"Besides this coffin, I also need Nine Li's Blood in your physical body." Su Ming looked at the coffin before him, and his expression gradually turned gentle. A hint of melancholy and nostalgia rose in his heart. Once he put away the coffin, he spoke languidly.
The teenager fell silent. After some time, a carefree smile appeared on his face. He lifted his hands and clapped them together. With it, the lines on his palms shone, and as they changed, a transparent coffin appeared before him.
That coffin was not big, and since it was transparent, Su Ming could see a dried up skeleton lying inside.
As he looked at the skeleton, the teenager lifted his right hand and tapped the center of the skeleton's brows. A drop of purple blood that exuded a thick presence of the Shaman Tribe flew out, and as the teenager swung his arm, that drop of blood charged towards Su Ming.
Su Ming seized the air with his left hand, and a jade bottle immediately appeared in his hand. Once he poured that drop of blood into it, the color of the jade bottle immediately turned purple.
"I've devoured the blood of all the previous Shaman Lords of Nine Li and refined them into nine drops of Shaman Essence Blood. I originally thought that this blood could help me reach a breakthrough, but it was useless even after so many years … I'll give you four drops. Please enlighten me!" The teenager patted the coffin, and it immediately fell to the ground.
The moment the coffin fell to the ground with a bang, a powerful light appeared in the teenager's eyes. He lifted his right hand swiftly and pointed at the half of the runic symbol at the center of his brows.
Immediately, a gentle light spread out from that runic symbol. Once it enveloped his entire body, the teenager started growing rapidly, as if time was flowing by several times over his body. His hair gradually grew longer, and a light started flowing out of his skin. His body also slowly grew larger, and from a teenager, he turned into a young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six years of age.
At the same time, overlapping shadows suddenly appeared on his body, and a person walked out from within. It was naturally the teenager. He pointed at his twenty-five or twenty-six year old self and looked at Su Ming.
"This is my eighth Anima, the Life of a Young Man!"
The moment he spoke, a glint appeared in the young man's eyes, and time flowed on his body once again. In the blink of an eye, he turned into someone in his thirties, and overlapping shadows appeared on his body again. This time, the young man walked out of the overlapping shadows and stood beside the teenager. He pointed at his thirtysomething self and looked at Su Ming.
"This is my seventh Anima, the Life of the Prime of Life!"
This strange sight caused a focused look to appear in Su Ming's eyes.
He saw the man in his thirties growing once again. When he looked to be in his forties, the same thing happened.
"This is my sixth Anima, the Life of Middle Age!
"This is my fifth Anima, the Life of Fifty Years!
"This is my fourth Anima, the Life of Dusk!
At that moment, there were five Great Patriarchs of different ages standing by the boy's side. They were old men whose hair had turned white from their youths to their temples.
At the same time, the passing of time continued on the body of the old man with white sideburns and white hair …
"This is my third Anima, the Life of Old Age!
"This is my second Anima, the Life of Desire Decay!
"This is my first Anima, the Life of a Candle Withering! The last person to appear beside the boy was the Shaman Tribe's Great Patriarch, who Su Ming had seen for the first time. His face was covered in an aura of death, and his teeth were so yellow that they were almost gone. He stood beside the boy with a pair of eyes that looked like crescent moons.
"And I am in my ninth Anima." The boy looked at the eight versions of himself of different ages standing beside him. When he spoke softly, he looked at Su Ming, and determination appeared in his eyes.
"This is my Life of Nine Deaths. Fellow Daoist Su, please grant me your teachings."
Su Ming remained silent for a moment. He looked at the boy and the eight Great Patriarchs of different ages standing beside him. After a long while, he pointed at the coffin on the ground.
"What Life is he in?"
The boy was momentarily stunned. When he lowered his head to look at the coffin on the ground, his body suddenly started trembling. A hint of understanding gradually appeared in his eyes, but it was still not clear.
"Moving from the Life of a Candle Withering to the Crying Infant is the same as moving from death to new life. This path of Life is somewhat similar to what I have come to understand, but it is different." Su Ming remained silent for a moment. When he spoke, he lifted his left hand, and immediately, snowflakes appeared on his palm. Freezing air spread out from the snowflakes and filled the area.
"This is my Life …" Su Ming looked at the snowflakes drifting down from his palm. As he spoke, the snowflakes gradually changed color. They were no longer white, but had turned red. They were not crimson red, but … the color of autumn.
A faint wave of life force was mixed in with midwinter, and it turned into the will of autumn.
"Do you understand now?" Su Ming swung his left hand, and the will of autumn on the snowflakes in his hand disappeared.
The boy shuddered. Confusion and absent-mindedness appeared in his eyes, along with understanding and ignorance. He had a vague feeling that he seemed to have understood something, but he could not see what was going on.
"Moving from death to life requires true death … and you know that you will not die. The Life of Nine Deaths might seem like you will not die, but in truth … this will of not dying has caused you to lose your desire to live. How can you talk about living when you are like this?"
Su Ming asked faintly.
The boy shuddered. When he lifted his head, he stared at Su Ming in a daze. After a long while, a resolute look appeared on his face. He lifted his right hand and struck the coffin that was his physical body on the ground through the air.
With a bang, the coffin shattered, and the physical body inside shattered. The remaining five drops of Shaman Essence Blood flew out. The boy swung his arm and swept them towards Su Ming.
"I will remember your kindness!" The boy wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed deeply towards Su Ming.
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