Shao Chen and his sister accompanied Wutian for half a month before leaving as well.
During that period, the two of them wanted to help Wutian replenish his blood qi several times. However, no matter how they begged, Wutian did not agree.
How could the Shao siblings sit back and do nothing?
After discussing for a while, they told their parents and grandfather about Wutian's situation.
Cang Zheng and his wife, Cang Shen and his wife, came to the Dragon Village immediately but were rejected by Wutian.
After that, Wang Yankun, Gao Yang, Han Zheng, Shen Xi, Gu Tian and the others rushed over to persuade him when they heard the news.
Furthermore, they brought large amounts of spirit essence to extend Wutian's life.
However, he rejected them all.
Birth, old age, illness and death were the fates of ordinary people. Why should they change it?
Spring passed and autumn came. Another ten years passed.
More than half of the blood qi in Wutian's body had been lost and he looked incomparably old.
Shao Chen and Shao Ling put down their worldly affairs and came to take care of Wutian personally.
They had never given up on persuading Wutian to consume spirit herbs. However, Wutian would only smile each time.
In his twilight years, he gave Wutian a great feeling.
He had completely let go of his past grudges and hatred. He only wanted to enjoy his old age in peace.
As time passed, it was gradually difficult for him to even walk. The blood qi in his body had been exhausted.
Shao Chen and his sister took care of him as if he were their biological father. Every day, they would wash his clothes and cook for him. They would accompany him to watch the sunrise and sunset. No matter where he went, there would always be someone by his side, talking to him and helping him walk slowly.
The siblings were actually very pained.
They had already treated Wutian as their closest kin. When they saw Wutian aging day by day, their hearts felt like they were being cut by a knife. The pain was unbearable!
This was the first time Wutian had aged and experienced the feeling of having one foot in the grave.
Similarly, it was the first time the siblings had experienced the feeling of losing a loved one. It was as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts. Apart from feeling uncomfortable, there was nothing else.
Often, after Wutian rested, the siblings would sit in front of the flowerbed and weep.
But in front of Wutian, they were all very happy. They didn't want Wutian to see their sadness, because Wutian had once said that they would happily walk to the end of their lives.
They didn't try to persuade Wutian to take the elixir anymore.
In the blink of an eye, another two years had passed.
At this time, Wutian was already on the verge of death. He couldn't even move. Eating, drinking, defecating, and sleeping were all taken care of by the siblings.
The two of them temporarily put aside their cultivation and focused on taking care of Wutian. Even when he was resting, one of them would accompany him. They would cover him with a blanket, pour him tea, and chat with him in case he was lonely. It could be said that they were meticulous.
Perhaps because they knew that Wutian didn't have much time left, Cang Zheng and his wife, Wang Yankun, Gao Yang, Han Zheng, Shen Xi, and Gu Tian all temporarily stayed in this courtyard.
On this morning, the siblings woke up early as usual and helped Wutian get dressed and washed up. Afterwards, Shao Chen carried Wutian on his back and Shao Ling carried a chair covered in beast skin to the flowerbed in the front courtyard.
The two of them worked together to place Wutian on the chair. Then, they stood up and looked at the white-haired, doddering old man. Their hearts ached and their eyes immediately became misty.
"This is my own choice. Don't be sad."
Wutian said hoarsely and intermittently. It was as if he didn't even have the strength to speak.
Cang Zheng and the others walked out of the wooden house and surrounded Wutian. Their brows were filled with sorrow that couldn't be dispersed.
The sun rose, rays of light, and vitality flourished!
However, at this moment, Wutian's life was nearing its end.
"Life is like a dream. Time is merciless. A mortal's life is only a few decades, but it's more exciting than a cultivator's life …"
"I'm very glad that I can grow old …"
"I want to thank him …"
"If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have crippled my own godhead, and I wouldn't have crippled my own bloodline …"
"It was him who gave me the chance to return to being a mortal. Otherwise, I would never have been able to experience this feeling …"
Wutian's low voice was intermittent and weak. If one didn't listen carefully, they wouldn't be able to hear it at all.
However, Cang Zheng and the others were listening carefully and didn't miss a single word.
Apart from Shen Xi, only now did they know the real reason why Wutian's cultivation was crippled.
However, they didn't know who exactly caused Wutian to cripple his own godhead and bloodline.
What exactly did Wutian experience to abandon and cripple his own godhead and bloodline?
How much pain and despair did he feel in his heart at that time?
Although they were very puzzled, they didn't say anything and listened quietly.
"I was once in despair …"
"I was once helpless …"
"I resented the heavens in my heart. Why were they so unfair to me …"
"I, Wutian, clearly distinguish between kindness and hatred. I asked myself if I could live up to my conscience. Why did I have to go through so many hardships, so many setbacks …"
"Grandfather died …"
"My lover died …"
"The person I trusted the most betrayed me …"
"From the moment I was born, it was a meticulously planned scam …"
"I lived for thousands of years, but I didn't even know my original appearance …"
"Yes, I couldn't understand it. However, when I grew old, when I was about to die, I figured it out. This is actually fate …"
"But what is fate? Why should my fate be controlled by others? I don't believe in the heavens, I don't believe in fate. The grudges of this life, the hatred of this life, the long-cherished wishes of this life, I am powerless to redeem them. However, in the next life, I will take them back little by little … "
"If people don't betray me, I won't betray them!"
"If people betray me, I will kill them!"
"If the heavens don't betray me, I won't betray the heavens!"
"If the heavens betray me, I will kill the heavens!"
At the end of his words, he seemed to have a final burst of strength. His turbid eyes burst forth with wisps of light. His intermittent and weak voice became sonorous and powerful, like a sharp sword that was unsheathed and had a shocking sharpness!
Everyone's hearts trembled.
They knew very well that Wutian was not just talking, nor was it the unwillingness before death. This was a belief that would not change even in death, a will that would never admit defeat!
His voice gradually faded.
Wutian's eyes gradually dimmed.
The aura of his body dissipated slowly.
His life had come to an end.
This would be the last day of his life, the last morning and the last sunrise.
Wutian said hoarsely, "Shao Chen, Shao Ling, give me your hands."
The siblings had long burst into tears. They squatted on both sides of Wutian and reached out to grab Wutian's aged hands.
Wutian smiled and said, "Thank you for accompanying me when I was at my most helpless. You didn't let me feel lonely and let me leave peacefully. After I leave, you must work hard to cultivate and protect your loved ones."
"We will."
The two of them nodded.
Shao Ling cried. "Uncle Ugly, will you really die? Haven't you already comprehended the mysteries of life and death? "
"When people die, the past is just a shackle. What should be forgotten should be forgotten." Wutian smiled and did not explain further. "After I die, I'll leave those two daggers to you. Consider it my coming-of-age gift to you."
Shao Ling said, "I don't want a coming-of-age gift. I don't want the daggers. I just want uncle to live."
"Death is not true death. Death is just the beginning."
Wutian smiled and looked at Shao Chen. "Haven't you always wanted to know what the real Life and Death Upanishad is? Now, I'll tell you. Life is a state, and death is a stillness. Life is hope, and death is dusk. Life is reincarnation, and death is the other shore. Life is the blooming of flowers, and death is the withering of flowers … "
His voice gradually faded away.
When he finished his last word, his eyes slowly closed. His life aura completely vanished.
He still had one last thing he didn't say.
If you don't know death, how can you know life?
It wasn't that he didn't have time to say it. He just didn't say it on purpose. If he said it too clearly, others would understand it. It could even have the opposite effect, trapping their minds.
He had only said the first part. How much Shao Chen could comprehend would depend on his fortune.
However, at this moment, to Shao Chen, the daggers and the mysteries of life and death were all thrown to the back of his head. There was only sorrow in his heart, endless sorrow.
He didn't cry. He just silently shed tears.
Shao Ling was already sobbing uncontrollably. She lay on Wutian's lap, crying and calling out to him. Her thin body trembled.
Cang Zheng and the others also shed sad tears.
"Amitabha."
It was rare for Gu Tian to not smile mischievously. His face was filled with sorrow, and his eyes were filled with reminiscence.
"Wutian, rest in peace."
There wasn't much sorrow between his brows. He seemed rather calm.
Just like what Wutian had said before, death was just the beginning. Why should he be sad? Instead of being sad, it was better to pray silently in his heart.
"Swoosh!!"
Yinglong and the Goblin Emperor walked out of the dense forest at the back of the mountain. They had been here for a long time, but they felt guilty. They couldn't be like Cang Zheng and the others, and calmly interact with Wutian.
Now that Wutian was dead, they wanted to send Wutian off.
They came to the side of the crowd and silently looked at Wutian, who didn't show any signs of life.
Although Wutian was dead and the danger of the Draconic Arcane Realm had been resolved, they couldn't feel happy in their hearts.
"Sigh!"
Yinglong sighed deeply and said, "This is Wutian's root. Let's bury him here. It's like a fallen leaf returning to its roots."
"Yes."
Everyone nodded.
This was the home that Wutian had created. Burying him here was also the best place to return to.
Shao Ling looked at Shao Chen and said with tears in her eyes, "Brother, Uncle Wutian has given us a new lease on life. He doesn't have any children, so we are his children. Let us bury him with our own hands, okay?"
"Okay."
Shao Chen nodded.
The siblings found a dagger and dug out a grave between two flowerbeds. They didn't use their cultivation during the entire process.
Shao Chen carried Wutian and placed him in the grave.
He scooped up a handful of soil and looked at Wutian, who was lying peacefully inside. He smiled and said, "Uncle, I will definitely remember your teachings. I will take one step at a time, steadily and humbly improve."
Shao Ling scooped up a handful of soil and said with a smile, "Uncle Ugly, don't worry. Brother and I will work hard to cultivate and protect our loved ones."
As soon as she finished speaking, the soil in their hands scattered.
Wutian's face and Wutian's body were gradually covered.
Finally, the siblings carved a tombstone with their own hands and inserted it into the grave.
There were seven bold and powerful words engraved on it — Tomb of the Asura King Wutian!
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