A man did not cry easily.
In Su Ming's memories, he had only cried a few times in his life, but on this day, he cried. Tears flowed down his cheeks. He looked at the broken ninth summit, and the faces of those who had chosen to self-destruct to protect him appeared in his mind.
There was also Bai Su and Yu Xuan.
All of this had turned into smoke and was blown away by the sea breeze. He hated the Immortals, hated Morning Dao Sect, and hated Yin Death's Fragmented Worlds for indulging in all of these things so that he could become Yin Death's Child.
Su Ming stood outside the broken cave abode of the ninth summit and looked at his second senior brother, who had his eyes closed, Hu Zi, who was snoring away, and his eldest senior brother, who had turned into a stone statue. Su Ming looked at them quietly with tears falling from his eyes.
He knew that this might be the last time he saw them. Perhaps he would never be able to see his senior brother and the ninth summit again in his life, because he had to go into the distance, to a place that was very, very far away.
Because at that time, he would no longer have any emotions, and he would no longer have any pain.
Su Ming stood there, and after a long while, he slowly knelt down and kowtowed nine times in the direction of the cave abode.
"Eldest senior brother, second senior brother, Hu Zi … I'll leave the matter of searching for my Master to you … Master, I have been unfilial …" Su Ming continued kowtowing with tears falling from his eyes.
After some time, when Su Ming stood up, the bald crane quietly handed him a white veil by his side.
It was the final thing Bai Su had left behind before his death. Su Ming had seized it with his right hand after his body had crumbled, and the bald crane had kept it so that it would not be blown away by the wind.
With the white veil in hand, Su Ming looked at it quietly.
A day later, Su Ming left the ninth summit. Behind him was a tomb buried at the bottom of the sea, right outside his cave abode on the ninth summit's mountain.
Buried in that tomb was a white veil. It was … Bai Su's grave.
Su Ming left. With the promise from the old voice in Yin Death Vortex, he knew that there was no longer any power in the land of Berserkers that could disturb his senior brother.
He left, and by his side was the bald crane, which refused to let him leave alone. No matter what, it followed him quietly and stayed by his side.
Tears fell from Qian Chen's eyes as he watched Su Ming leave into the distance. He swore in his heart that he would definitely become stronger. He would definitely become stronger.
He could not forget Su Ming. He could not forget the past few days, which might have seemed miserable, but now that he had lost Su Ming, he could not forget the memories that made him exceptionally precious.
But now, everything was gone.
Qian Chen cried and sat on the mountain peak.
Su Ming walked in the world at full speed, charging forward madly without care for anything else. He used three days and even burned his cultivation base to cross the Dead Sea, flying from Eastern Wastelands to the Alliance of the Western Region.
He didn't have much time left. Before he left, he had to make a trip to the Western Alliance. He had to see if Dark Mountain was still there, and if there were any old friends there.
The land of the Western Alliance was a vast expanse of black soil. At the edge of the land was a mountain. It looked like a man's four fingers, towering between heaven and earth. Beneath the mountain was a boundless jungle.
It was winter in the Alliance of the Western Region. Snow fell from the sky, causing the jungle to look as if it had been dressed in a white wedding dress. The ground was covered in silver, and it looked like a funeral.
As snow fell from the sky, Su Ming arrived at the place. He had come to the homeland that had always been in his dreams, Dark Mountain.
He did not find Lei Chen, neither did he find any of his old friends, but he found this mountain, and he found the beautiful memories that existed in his memories.
As he looked at Dark Mountain, tears fell from Su Ming's eyes once again. He walked up to Dark Mountain and touched the mountain rocks. Snow fell on his body, and he could not bring himself to wipe them off. He walked through the jungle at the foot of the mountain and stepped on the snow. This was the beautiful path he had taken when he carried Bai Ling on his back.
When he arrived at the place that should have belonged to Dark Mountain Tribe, he found … that there was no tribe here.
Perhaps there had once been a tribe here many, many years ago, and its name was Dark Mountain Tribe. Yet now, in Su Ming's eyes, this place was covered in snow and dried up forest.
Su Ming stood there quietly. Time passed, and after a long, long time …
The bald crane stood by his side and looked at its surroundings, keeping him company in silence.
The sun set, and the sun rose. Snow fell from the sky for an entire night. Su Ming stood there for the entire night. He looked at the forest and the snow before he suddenly took a few steps forward and knelt down on the ground. With his hands, he started digging away the snow and the soil on the ground. As if he had gone mad, he continued digging with his hands. Gradually, his hands turned into a bloody mess, but he did not seem to know pain and continued digging.
When Su Ming dug out a deep pit, he found some discarded items that had been buried underground. There were some stone tools, some pots and bowls, and some scattered items that let out a rotten stench.
As he looked at them, Su Ming's tears fell on them. He was familiar with those items. They … belonged to Dark Mountain.
Su Ming did not know how he left Dark Mountain and the forest. He walked around aimlessly in anguish. When he walked out of the forest, wisps of smoke appeared before him. It belonged to a small tribe.
This was a small tribe that had at some unknown point of time started growing in this place. Su Ming looked at the smoke coming from the chimneys and slowly walked towards the tribe. Cheerful music and the children's happy laughter gradually traveled into his ears as he got closer to the tribe.
As he listened, Su Ming felt as if he could see Dark Mountain Tribe. Eventually, he lowered his head in the wind and snow. With a hint of melancholy, he turned around and walked into the distance. A mask appeared in his right hand. The black mask shone with a dark light, and it stood out in the snow.
Just as Su Ming was about to put the mask on his face, his footsteps suddenly came to a halt. He turned his head around and looked at the forest in the distance. There was a young man and woman arguing on the snow in the forest.
"You once said that you would be with me forever. You once said that this was a promise …" It was a woman's voice. She looked at the young man before her and spoke while crying.
"I did say that … but …" The young man fell silent. After a long while, he spoke in anguish.
"There are no buts. I know you still love me. Why must you leave? We swore an oath in the wind and snow that we would walk together in the snow until our hair turned white. Our hair turned white in that snow, but must we be separated in this snow? What about our promise …" The woman's voice drifted in the wind and snow as tears streamed down her face.
The young man lowered his head in anguish. He had his own difficulties.
Su Ming looked at the young man and woman. As he listened to their words, the image of a woman filled with wild beauty appeared before his eyes. That woman was Bai Ling, but also Bai Su.
"Can we walk together until our hair turns white in the snow..?"
"This is a promise."
Su Ming closed his eyes, and at the instant he did so, he spread his Atman outwards …
The young man in the forest shuddered. When he lifted his head, gentleness appeared in his eyes. That gentle gaze made the woman crying before him stop crying.
The young man smiled gently and walked to the woman's side. He took off Fang Gu from his neck and the earring from her left ear.
"If we can walk together until our hair turns white in the snow, then we can walk together beyond the snow as well. This is a promise!"
The woman hugged the young man, and her weeping voice was filled with joy.
At that moment, Su Ming opened his eyes in the distance. He did not turn his head back to look, but instead continued walking into the distance. With the snow and wind in his face, he lifted his right hand and slowly put the mask on his face.
At the instant he did so, not a single hint of warmth could be found in Su Ming's body. In its place was callous and merciless, a coldness that not even the snow and wind could melt.
He walked into the distance in the snow and wind. From then on, he no longer had any emotions, and he no longer had any pain. He … was no longer himself.
It was like a painting in the snow and wind. The name of that painting was: If Life Was Only What It Was When We First Met.
The third volume has ended. The fourth volume, the Barren Lands of Divine Essence, will be released tomorrow. Trust me, the fourth volume will be very exciting. Please send me a monthly ticket to Eastern Wastelands, please send me a monthly ticket to Divine Essence! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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