Pursuit of the Truth

Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 7: How Many Reincarnations and One Less Person Chapter 1460: Why?

I walked through mountains and rivers, walked through ruins, saw all the dust, and saw all the deserts...!

Just like the blooming flowers in the previous breath, everything in this breath has withered. Whose face is not old, whose sighs are still there, whose past... was not beautiful.

Sitting in front of the ruins, watching the sunset, sitting by the mountains and rivers, watching the dusk come, the laughter seems to have penetrated the years, echoing vaguely in the ears, making people often unable to tell the difference when they lower their heads... The beauty of the past and the destruction of the present, what kind of cause and effect exists between them, and what kind of reincarnation is involved, otherwise... why would everything in the same world, such as the gap between opening and closing eyes, be different? changed.

In that early sun, on the edge of the desert, there was the figure of Su Ming holding the little boy. In that early sun, in the mountains and rivers, there was also Su Ming's stretched shadow, which seemed to follow him forever, and seemed to have become the existence of this world. The figure guides the coming of wind and snow.

Walking in the afternoon, walking in the four seasons...

I traveled through the desert, walked across the continent, and kept walking towards the heart in the center. I had no direction and I didn’t want to fly. In this once beautiful world, I walked, walked, as if I was walking on my own question. the road.

One year, two years, three years... until a hundred years.

Over the past hundred years, Su Ming has remained the same, and the little boy is still in his arms. The two of them have not changed, just like the world has not changed. It has always been the same.

In spring, everything revives, but in this world, there is no green, no flowers blooming, and no moments of frustration. In the summer, the heat is permeating the air, and the entire earth seems to be distorted by the heat wave. Only at this time, it seems that from the distortion of the ruins and mountains and rivers, we can see some figures from the past years or existence.

It's just that the figure is distorted. Since it can't be straightened, all it sees is memory.

In autumn, because there is no green in spring, there is no red in this autumn. Only the colorful clouds that appear from time to time in the sky seem to be because the monotony of the earth cannot bear it, and then they appear, as if giving hope.

In winter, the falling snowflakes are blowing all over the sky in the cold wind. Looking around, the world has become vast and you can't see the distance. All you can see are the countless snowflakes, which seem to be trying to survive in the falling snow. Touching each other, what determines whether two snowflakes can touch each other is not themselves, but the wind.

But no matter what the wind's will is, when the snowflakes fall to the ground, they can still gradually meet each other, but the faces they meet may no longer be the faces falling together.

In the wind and snow, Su Ming walked with the little boy in his arms. As he walked, he passed through the midwinter and ushered in the spring, bid farewell to the summer, and saw the autumn red. It was still a windy and snowy day.

Two hundred years have passed. In this once glorious world, they gradually saw corpses one after another that were either shattered, half turned into ashes, or still alive.

Most of those corpses have dried up, some are in large numbers in the ruins of the city, and some are scattered and scattered in the mountains, rivers, and deserts of the earth.

Countless corpses, some of which were men and women hugging each other before death, and some of which were mothers' instinct to protect their children, outlined their bodies together, and returned to the ruins silently.

In the little boy's grief, Su Ming went to bury each corpse with him, burying them all over the city...

Until this summer, on a rainy afternoon, Su Ming held the sleeping little boy in his arms. He stopped in front of a vast city that looked far away. He saw a man sitting cross-legged on the city. A headless figure.

This is a huge city. This is the third extremely majestic city that Su Ming has seen on the third continent he has walked. This place... was once the core of this continent and the capital here. .

Just like the imperial capital of the Ancient Burial Kingdom, in fact, in this once glorious world, one of its continents was comparable to the entire Ancient Burial Kingdom.

Looking at the figure sitting cross-legged on the city, Su Ming's eyes showed a hint of complexity. He had already recognized that the figure following the second prince was the senior brother in his memory.

However, he was not the first familiar person Su Ming saw in the Ancient Burial Kingdom, but even so, the sigh from the bottom of his heart still echoed in Su Ming's heart and could not dissipate for a long time.

The headless figure was motionless, sitting cross-legged on the city, facing the direction of Su Ming. There was no life or death in it, as if the whole person was fixed there and became... a statue.

At the same time, the gate of the city suddenly opened on its own. As the gate opened, groups of soldiers in black armor slowly walked out of it with a uniform voice that shook the earth. Every figure here, physically Everything was filled with a strong death aura. This aura was so strong that it instantly confused the sky, making the afternoon sunlight seem to turn black.

These figures, they are people of this land. After dying many years ago, they have been refined into corpse puppets and black armor, turning this city from a city of death into a world of corpse puppets.

"I am very happy to see you, old friend, in a foreign land. Please!" The moment the city gate opened, a majestic voice suddenly echoed from the palace in the city, spread in all directions, and fell into Su Ming's ears. middle.

This voice belongs to the second prince.

Su Ming was silent for a moment. He held the little boy in his arms, walked past the black-armored corpse puppets, and entered the city. In the city, he saw countless figures. Each of those figures was a corpse puppet, as if the entire city suddenly Looking at the prosperity, if you take a closer look, it is also an illusion.

After walking through the crowd until he reached the outside of the palace in the city, Su Ming looked at the open palace door. His eyes seemed to be traveling through the palace, and he saw the figure sitting on the imperial chair in the middle of the palace.

It was a figure wearing imperial robes and an imperial crown, but he was in the darkness and could not see clearly.

In silence, Su Ming walked along the bluestone road and the steps until he entered the palace in the middle and saw the man sitting on the imperial chair.

The face was exactly the same as that of the second prince, but the feeling it gave Su Ming had changed from the familiar one he once had.

"Di Tian." Su Ming spoke softly.

"It's me!" The man in the emperor's robe smiled when he heard this, and stood up suddenly. When he walked out of the darkness, although he was different in appearance from the Emperor Tian in Su Ming's memory, he still had that kind of momentum. , no one else but Ditian.

There was still a whirlpool in Ditian's right eye. The whirlpool was like a seal. But what was sealed in the whirlpool now was a struggling and roaring soul. That soul was the second prince.

Two hundred years later, Su Ming didn't know how Di Tian was able to turn his back on the guests, but he thought that with Di Tian's sophistication, and that he and Su Xuanyi could calculate the scheming of thousands of years, this person could survive in Sang Xiang's world. After the destruction, judging from the fact that he was connected to Su Ming's destiny and escaped the disaster, it is obvious that he is definitely not under the control of the second prince. As long as he is given a chance, he can replace the second prince.

"In the seventh Sang Xiang, Su Ming, the most talented cultivator in countless epochs, witnessed the destruction of Sang Xiang with his own eyes. In front of Xuan Zang, he still chose to seize the body. We... haven't seen each other for a long time." When Di Tian spoke calmly, he took a step forward. His voice echoed in all directions, shaking the entire palace and making the world outside seem more chaotic.

"Because of you, I was able to escape death. Because of you, I stepped into that illusory world together. For many years, I was suppressed by the ridiculous second prince, but I always understood that I am Emperor Tian. I am definitely not the second prince, because he is just a prince, and I... am the emperor of the immortal clan!" Di Tian took another step, and when he took this step, he stood directly in front of Su Ming, looking at Su Ming. Looking.

"Don't you realize that the world we are in now... is different from the Ancient Burial Kingdom? The world of the Ancient Burial Kingdom is false, but this place... is real!" Ditian Daxiu said Immediately, bursts of black smoke filled the air, and in an instant, a huge table formed between him and Su Ming.

There were countless drinks on it, and there were some corpses around, singing and dancing silently. Just the stiff movements, the pervasive aura of death, and the dim light here made everything full of weird atmosphere.

"We treat old friends in a foreign land like a feast. Su Ming, do you dare to drink the wine here?" Di Tian smiled slightly and looked at Su Ming as proudly as ever.

Su Ming was silent. He held the little boy in his arms and looked at the Emperor Tian in front of him. His expression gradually filled with sadness. He was sad that the illustrious Emperor Tian in the Sangxiang Realm had been lost in this world.

Or maybe he was willing to get lost, otherwise with Di Tian's determination, it would be difficult for him to get lost if he didn't want to.

"What are you... doing for?" Su Ming sighed softly. To Su Ming, here in the Emperor's Heaven, whether they are enemies or old friends, their fates were determined by Su Ming's Jiu Sheng Dao Spirit. The sound has been cut off, but after all... This is the second person Su Ming has encountered with self-awareness besides Bei Qiong. But seeing the other person lost now, this feeling makes Su Ming have no choice but to sigh.

He looked at Di Tian, ​​and his eyes finally landed around the imperial chair behind Di Tian, ​​where Su Ming seemed to see the answer.

"Su Ming, do you dare to drink?" Di Tian did not answer Su Ming's question, but said with a smile. With his eyes shining, Su Ming looked at Di Tian deeply, turned around and walked out of the palace.

Behind him, Di Tian's laughter echoed, and that smile seemed to be sending Su Ming off. It was not until Su Ming left the palace that the laughter gradually dissipated. In the palace, the singing and dancing were still there, but Di Tian's face was Gradually sadness emerged.

He turned around silently and walked to the emperor's chair. There was a formation around the emperor's chair. In the dark light of this formation, several corpses could be faintly seen. Each corpse's Runes were carved in blood on their faces.

Di Tian stood there in a daze, looking at the corpses. Gradually, the gloominess in his expression disappeared, and was replaced by determination.

"I promised you that I will resurrect you in that new world... This is my promise!" Di Tian murmured, slowly sitting on his imperial chair, his figure slowly Back into the darkness...can't see clearly, can't see.

"Only I think this is true. After you are resurrected, you will not doubt that this is false. I am lost in exchange for your existence. This matter... Even if it is wrong, I... Accept." Di Tian's face showed bitterness. When he looked at the singing and dancing corpse puppets from the darkness, he gradually heard the music. Gradually, the stiff corpse puppets in his eyes began to move, as if they had become life. However, in With this look in his eyes, his sighs could not stop singing and dancing, they could not be heard outside the palace, and no one could hear them.

Between destruction and glory, on the edge of reality and loss, when Ditian heard the sounds of singing and dancing and saw the corpses looking like real people, he was already willing to get lost.

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