I want to be a loyal son from afar and a lover for a short time.
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Among the gods' creations, I am the most perishable
With the irresistible speed of death.
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Like all the poets who use dreams as horses
My career is to be the sun's life.
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The sun is my name.
The sun is my life.
(Excerpt from Hai Zi's Dream as a Horse)
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A cloud drifted over from the universe.
The cloud was pure white and huge. It was very eye-catching even in the vast universe.
The core of the solar system had returned to normal. Bright light shone freely in it.
It was also starlight.
The starlight fell on the white cloud, illuminating every strand of light. There seemed to be crystals flowing in it.
Propelled by the fairy energy in the starlight, the white cloud moved faster and faster. It didn't take long before it passed the broken moon and arrived at the blue ancestral star.
The white cloud entered the atmosphere of the ancestral star and landed on the ocean with a few gusts of breeze.
The seawater rippled gently. There were no waves and no sound.
The breeze gradually died down. The fluttering strands of cloud also fell down and dropped into the seawater, wetting the edge of the cloud.
The white cloud revealed itself. It turned out to be a huge white cat with long hair.
There was a wheelchair on the beach, and in the wheelchair was an old man.
Ada's eyes were filled with complex emotions. He lowered his head slowly and bowed to the old man respectfully.
Some people walked out from the reed-like long hair on his back.
Those people walked to the beach along the slope formed by Ada's neck and head.
The one in the front was also a wheelchair.
Zhuo Rusui sat on the beach, paralyzed. He looked at Jing Jiu in the wheelchair and said bitterly, "It's all over now."
If only Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui, and the others came, there might be some hope.
But now, all the hope was gone.
Because Jing Jiu also came.
The reason why Zhuo Rusui's face turned pale a moment ago was because he thought of this.
If Jing Jiu couldn't solve the problem of the Inherited Heaven Sword, he would be in the hands of the Great Ancestor.
Who could defeat the Great Ancestor with the All in One Sword in his hands?
Zhao Layue pushed the wheelchair forward. When she passed by Zhuo Rusui, she said, "Don't worry."
Zhuo Rusui looked at her back and shouted, "Why?"
Zhao Layue did not stop.
Zhuo Rusui noticed that there was a little girl beside her. It was obvious that she was an ordinary human. He was confused.
Liu Shisui walked to Zhuo Rusui and patted him on the shoulder to express his gratitude. Then, he explained what Zhao Layue said.
"If you don't have confidence, why would you come here?"
Zhuo Rusui thought it was quite sensible. Given Jing Jiu's temperament, he wouldn't have come to the ancestral planet if he couldn't solve the problem of the Inherited Heaven Sword. He would have fled to the end of the universe, or even to the Sea of Dark Matter.
Peng Lang came over as well. He nodded to Zhuo Rusui with a grave expression on his face.
Zhuo Rusui had met Jing Jiu many times in Chaotian, so he knew that Jing Jiu was a mild and honest guy. It was rare to see such an expression on Jing Jiu's face. "Are you alright?" he asked in surprise.
Peng Lang replied while staring at the wheelchair in the distance, "I'm not alright."
He couldn't let anything happen to the Snow Girl; otherwise, how could he explain it to his wife?
If something were to happen to the Snow Girl, he would have to do something crazy that he had never done before.
The footsteps on the beach were still echoing.
"Are you done yet? Don't tell me that useless Yuan Qu is here as well? Aren't you afraid that all of you will be wiped out … "
Zhuo Rusui turned around angrily, and his voice stopped abruptly.
It was because he saw a childish face.
"You're not dead yet. Not bad," said Tong Yan.
Zhuo Rusui asked expressionlessly, "Why aren't you dead yet?"
"Isn't it obvious that I'm here to die?" snapped Tong Yan.
After saying this, he continued to walk forward and joined the team of only a few people.
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Zhao Layue pushed the wheelchair to the other side of the beach. She let go of her hands and took three steps back.
Jing Jiu looked at the old man in the wheelchair on the opposite side in Silence.
During the battle in the galaxy beyond the fog, the spiritual awareness of the Grandmaster of Aoyama had manifested in the universe.
Except for that time, Jing Jiu had only seen the portrait of the Grandmaster in the small building, and he hadn't observed him carefully.
The wrinkles on the face of the Grandmaster were very deep, and his legs were thin and dry. He looked like a regular old man who had one foot in the grave.
Of course, his condition wasn't any better.
Covered with a blanket, he looked like a patient who didn't have much time to live as he leaned sideways in the wheelchair with a pale face.
The chilly wind blew over from the surface of the ocean and landed on his face, causing him to cough.
Coughing, yawning, smiling and the spores of the Sea of Dark Matter were the most infectious objects.
The Grandmaster clenched his fists and coughed a few times by his lips.
He was the founder of the Aoyama Sect and the first immortal ascended in the human Cultivation circle.
Jing Jiu didn't need to say anything more.
Without a doubt, they were the most outstanding figures in the Aoyama Sect and even in the entire human Cultivation circle.
They were the beginning of the human Cultivation history and the current peak.
These two immortal-like figures looked so feeble when they met for the first time.
The first thing they did after meeting each other was to cough at each other.
The sound of the wind by the seashore suddenly grew louder.
It had nothing to do with the sound of coughing; it was just that Ada had returned to his original size.
He leapt to the back of Zhuo Rusui at a high speed and a low noise. His gaze fell on a pile of sand not far away, as if he was ready to crawl into it and hide at any moment.
The ocean wind kept on gushing into the empty spot.
A shabby robot dropped down from the sky and dropped into the ocean with a crisp "pah" sound.
Along with the cracking sounds, the robot stood up from the ocean with difficulty and walked toward the beach, cursing profanities all the way.
As he arrived on the beach, he tore off the useless left mechanical arm and threw it toward Zhuo Rusui.
Zhuo Rusui waved his hand to knock the mechanical arm away. He cursed with furrowed brows, "Where did this freak come from?!"
Ada was fully aware that Shen Yunmai intended to hit him, but he didn't explain it to him.
Shen Yunmai had heard of Zhuo Rusui many times from Tong Yan. He turned around after shooting a glance at this person without saying anything.
Before Zhuo Rusui could curse him some more, Ada transmitted a piece of spiritual awareness to him hastily, explaining Shen Yunmai's identity to him.
After learning that this robot was the only son of the Grandmaster, the expression on Zhuo Rusui's face changed slightly, thinking that he would be at a disadvantage in terms of seniority if they quarreled. It was better to wait until the death of the Grandmaster.
Shen Yunmai opened the partition of the control room with his spiritual awareness and shouted at the wheelchair in the distance, "Old man, I'm coming!"
Looking at the head that he almost couldn't recognize, the Grandmaster of Aoyama said, "Since you're here, watch carefully."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yunmai was taken aback. Then he said angrily, "Do you think you're qualified to teach me? Do you think you're … "
Before Shen Yunmai could finish his words, the Grandmaster interrupted him indifferently, "I've never regarded myself as the sun."
Shen Yunmai winked at her and asked, "Did you hear what I said?"
The Grandmaster replied, "Your voice was so loud that it was hard for me not to hear you."
"I was as noisy as when I was a child," Hua Xi added, "Fortunately, I don't like to cry anymore."
Shen Yunmai said angrily, "Aunt, can you please stop mentioning these things?"
Upon hearing this conversation, Zhuo Rusui felt it a bit strange.
Peng Lang and Liu Shisui didn't respond, but Zhao Layue and Tong Yan looked at each other.
This was the first time they had heard Shen Yunmai address Hua Xi, or the young priest, in this way.
Shen Yunmai continued, "If you don't regard yourself as the sun, what are you doing these things for?"
"Many, many years ago, probably in the early stage of the distant ancient civilization, when God was still a mortal, I met an arrogant man. That arrogant man liked to use the sun as a metaphor for himself. As a result, he died in a sun."
The Grandmaster of Aoyama said, "Even though I'm not wise, I still know how to learn from my mistakes."
Hua Xi said, "I'm the one who told you this story."
Zhuo Rusui couldn't help but ask from a distance, "Are you a supporting character?"
Shen Yunmai turned his head around and shot him a glance, thinking that what Tong Yan said was right.
Hua Xi paid no attention to Zhuo Rusui. She looked at the Grandmaster and said, "Hurry up."
The Grandmaster looked into her eyes as if he was looking at the soul in the deepest part of her soul. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Hua Xi retorted expressionlessly, "Do you think I'm alright?"
Even though they knew that the young priest had lived longer than the Grandmaster, they still felt that something was not right. Even Liu Shisui and Peng Lang could sense that something was not right.
Hua Xi spoke to the Grandmaster in a very cold and impolite manner, as if she were lecturing a child.
But the Grandmaster spoke to her in a very gentle and concerned manner. He could banish his only son to the end of the universe, and he didn't show any emotion even when he saw his son's head. Why was he so concerned about Hua Xi?
"Did you do it?" asked the Grandmaster of Aoyama while looking at Zhao Layue after he sensed the sword wills in Hua Xi's head.
Zhao Layue uttered "hmm".
The Grandmaster of Aoyama said, "Many people think that you are too impulsive, too sharp, and easily broken. They don't understand that this is the Dao that you cultivate. If you don't do this, you won't be you."
Everyone on the beach had learned the swordsmanship of Aoyama. He could immediately tell that it was Zhao Layue's sword wills. Other than her own attainments in swordsmanship, it was more about her understanding and mastery of everything in the universe.
Zhao Layue said, "Since you understand the Dao that I cultivate, please don't mess around."
She cultivated the Nine Lives Without Regrets Sword Technique.
She could even accept the death of Jing Jiu, let alone the others.
No one could stop her murderous intent.
If the Grandmaster took action, she would kill Hua Xi.
The problem was that the Daoist cultivators cultivated the Dao of Life and Death. If they could ascend and become immortals, they must have already thought through these things.
It was impossible to threaten a Daoist cultivator with the life and death of a companion.
"This is a very childish way of thinking."
The Grandmaster said, "But the Daoist cultivators should be a little childish."
Sometimes, being childish was having a pure heart.
Sometimes, being impulsive and stubborn was being naïve and hot-blooded.
The path toward heaven should be traveled alone, but it was not a single-log bridge. There were many ways to reach the other side.
Regardless of which way one chose, one would always be naïve in the end.
Shen Yunmai, Zhuo Rusui, and Tong Yan, who seemed to be astute and astute, were the same.
Liu Shisui, Zhao Layue, and Peng Lang were the same.
Master Yun, who was driving the boat on Mars, and Chen Ya, who was crying bitterly while holding General Li in his arms, were the same.
Even the Great Grandmaster of the Bloody Demon, the Immortal Chi Song, had this side.
This was probably what it meant to never forget one's original intention.
It could also be understood as the natural law.
What about Jing Jiu?
He of course had some naive moments.
For instance, he didn't like the morning sunlight or the spring rain, and he would get angry whenever Liu Ci was mentioned.
For instance, he was here at the moment.
He could choose not to come.
The Sword Formation of the Solar System was collapsing. All he had to do was wait for the last moment on Mars.
Like what the Immortal Tan had done, he drifted away after destroying the center of the formation with the moon as the bell.
By then, a large fleet would be able to invade the solar system and destroy the ancestral planet.
No matter how powerful the spiritual awareness of the Great Grandmaster was, he would have no choice but to die if his fairy body was gone.
This was the safest and most reliable plan, and it was also the one he was most likely to choose.
However, what about the Snow Girl?
Hence, he came.
The others came with him as well.
It was truly childish.
Then, he did two more childish things.
"What's your name?" he asked the Great Grandmaster.
Nobody expected the Great Grandmaster to ask this question in the first place.
Zhuo Rusui wondered if he could do a better job even if he wanted to disguise himself as that youth in blue clothing.
Shen Yunmai wondered if he could do a better job even if he pretended to be a fool and pretended to be a pig to eat a tiger.
The Great Grandmaster was the only one who understood what he meant. The way of addressing someone was not important, but it was important at some point, because it represented the relationship between the two of them and whether they approved of the relationship.
"Just call me by my name," said the Great Grandmaster calmly while looking at him, "Shen Aoyama."
From this moment on, you are not a disciple of Aoyama.
As far as I'm concerned, you are the All in One.
"Jing Jiu," said Jing Jiu.
From this moment on, I don't approve of your status and seniority as the Great Grandmaster of Aoyama.
As far as I'm concerned, you are my opponent.
Then, he did the second childish thing.
"I want to find a way to control the Snow Girl, or a way to control that thing."
Jing Jiu continued while looking at Shen Aoyama, "Then I'll leave and let you live."
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(The first chapter of this month is the first chapter of this volume, and it is also the first chapter of the last volume of the last month. Since I have manuscripts in hand, I should try to finish the book on time on the 21st. I've said all this nonsense because I'm afraid that some readers might think that I'm not good at math and that I've missed some people. No, no … I'm just playing with the plot.)
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