Pursuit of the Truth

One hundred thousand years...

Two hundred thousand years...

Three hundred thousand years...

Until a million years passed, Su Ming walked silently in the vastness of reincarnation that had become a whirlpool. He used all his cultivation skills to turn into spiritual consciousness, not sparing any area, and paying careful attention little by little. Looking for their traces in reincarnation.

Gradually, in this isolation and loneliness, Su Ming seemed to have forgotten how to speak, how to make his voice come out, and thick fatigue permeated his body. This fatigue was not physical, because he had become Dao Wuya. , it is difficult to show physical weakness, what makes him tired...is his heart.

He kept searching and was constantly disappointed, but he never gave up at all, because he knew that once he let go... there would be no hope anymore.

He can only search. Even when the sky dies and the vastness is extinguished, he will continue to search. This is his persistence and this is his path.

In the first million years, Su Ming walked like this in the vast sky, searching. In the second million years, his figure was still the same... He walked past the mulberry trees one after another, and went through one event after another. The reincarnation of the whirlpool continued until in the fifth million years, when Su Ming's inner fatigue became depression and the sad feeling melted into the depths of his soul, he searched for five million people in this vast area. The young man suddenly paused.

This was the first time in these five million years that his figure paused. While he paused, Su Ming slowly turned his head and looked at the vastness beside him. In the constantly rolling mist, Su Ming looked at We arrived at a fragment. The fragment was very broken and floating in the mist, as if it had existed for countless years.

Stare at the fragment. Su Ming's eyes suddenly revealed a sparkle. He raised his right hand and grabbed at the mist. With this grasp, the rolling mist seemed to be enveloped by a will that transcended the vastness. It stood still for an instant, as if it did not dare to move at all. The fragment inside it came straight to Su Ming with a sway, and gently , floating on the palm of Su Ming's hand.

Looking at the fragments in the palm of his hand. A smile gradually appeared on Su Ming's face. The smile was very happy. This was the first smile that appeared on Su Ming's face in five million years of searching.

Horse... fly... Su Ming's voice was hoarse. He had remained silent for five million years. He seemed to have forgotten how to make a sound. His words at the moment were hoarse and vague, like the murmur of an old man in his dying years. .

Most of this fragment is stone. It is a kind of fragment formed by countless dust condensed together in this vast sky. Therefore, it can always exist in this vortex, because it itself is part of the dust.

But...among the many dusts in this fragment, there is a piece of dust...it contains traces that are familiar to Su Ming. That is the person Su Ming met named Ma Fei in the Daochen Sect of the Daochen Realm. A girl, her traces.

Although this woman was not the face that Su Ming wanted to look for the most, the appearance of this fragment gave Su Ming unimaginable confidence and firmer persistence, making him understand that his path of search was Correct, no matter how much time passes, no matter how long it takes to search for countless five million years, he will continue to search persistently.

This obsession is just to meet each other.

Gently holding the fragment in his palm, when Su Ming released his palm, the fragment dissipated, and the mixed dust inside became fly ash. Only the traces belonging to Ma Fei, like a broken soul piece, floated In Su Ming's palm, Su Ming cherished it and put it away.

After a long time, Su Ming raised his head. A clear light appeared in his eyes, making his eyes look very clear, like a child. He took a step forward and walked forward with persistence.

Time has passed, and millions of years have passed. Year after year, I have been searching for it, and I have spent all my efforts to transform it into spiritual consciousness. In this vast reincarnation, I have walked around in circles...

Su Ming didn't know when he was going to find it, maybe it would be a lifetime, and he would keep searching with his endless life, just like the Xuan Burial in his memory, meditating on that compass for who knows how many years.

When time passed here for the tenth and five millionth year, Su Ming's expression was almost numb, and some death energy began to appear on his body. This death energy was not due to the end of his lifespan, but to the fact that he was in this vast world. The isolation and loneliness in his life made his heart feel dead still under the constant exhaustion and search.

But even the dead silence could not drown his search, even if he no longer walked on his feet, even if he had sat cross-legged and walked in the vastness a long time ago, it still...could not bury the love for each other in his heart. Looking forward to seeing you.

Search, search, search.

When the sixteenth five-millionth year came, Su Ming found Ye Wang's traces. Just like Ye Wang's people, the sharp light emitted by his traces was a bit dazzling. It was a ferocious beast that existed in the vast sky. The beast, the horns on its head.

This ferocious beast was lying in front of Su Ming, its body trembling. It felt just a hint of Su Ming's breath, and it almost died from the shock.

Looking at the horn on the top of the beast's head, Su Ming silently raised his right hand and pointed forward. When he pulled it back, Ye Wang's soul piece appeared in the palm of his hand.

Putting away the soul piece that he cherished, Su Ming closed his eyes and continued his search.

As time went by, in Su Ming's search, no one knew how many eras had passed, and no one knew how many times the eight butterflies in the vast sky had spread their wings overlapping each other.

Until the fiftieth five million years passed, Su Ming's figure in the vastness trembled. His eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes revealed the brightest light in countless years. This light was so intense. , instantly made the entire vastness roar and vibrate, making the eight butterflies' trembling wings motionless.

Su Ming's face showed unprecedented excitement. His body slowly stood up from the cross-legged position, and his steps even trembled. His eyes were staring deeply into the mist ahead, where a flower was born. Little white flowers in the mist.

The mist is like a curtain of rain, and the little white flower inside it is like a flower in the rain. It looks fragile, but it has her own unique perseverance, as if she is also waiting for the arrival of the person she is waiting for.

She has been waiting for more than fifty five million years, waiting for the ferryman who protected her from the wind and rain by the Wangchuan River and took her into the lonely boat.

Su Ming's eyes shed tears, but a happy smile appeared on his face. He slowly approached the little white flower in the mist, stared deeply, and was about to open his mouth as if to say something, but he had already No sound came out.

Because he has forgotten to speak.

But he didn't care about all this. He smiled happily. Although the smile was silent, the appearance of this smile seemed to make ripples appear in the entire sky. In the reverberation of the ripples, Su Ming gently raised his hand and gently He held these small white flowers in his palms from the mist.

The tears in the corners of his eyes streaked down his cheeks, and one drop fell on the small white flowers, like dew, making the small white flowers seem to stretch out their branches and leaves, blooming... Su Ming was in a daze with a beautiful smile.

The branches and leaves touched Su Ming's palm, and the gentle feeling was just like the beauty in Su Ming's memory.

Looking at the little white flower in his palm, Su Ming's happy smile accentuated the vast reincarnation. He... found Yuxuan.

He gently took this little white flower into the world inside his body, turning it into a treasure and accompanying him, just like the silent companionship beside the lonely coir raincoat figure on the bank of Wangchuan River back then, under the rainy eaves.

The little white flower in the rain, she called Xuan, had no sad atmosphere. For Su Ming, it was his persistence and care, which seemed to bring sunshine into his life, making Su Ming stand out in this vast world in the years to come. In the reincarnation, traces were found one after another.

Although the faces that Su Ming was obsessed with no longer appeared in those traces, Su Ming cherished the bits and pieces in his memory, those people who were just passers-by, whether they were former enemies or strangers who passed by. The traces were taken away. At this moment, he no longer had any hostility towards any life.

He found Su Xuanyi, the people of the Barbarian Land, the remnants of the Divine Source Star Sea, Deshun of the Daochen Sect, old friends from the Three Wastelands, and the Dark Morning Nisheng. crazy.

In the endless reincarnations, Su Ming found the long river. What made him stare was that beside the traces of the long river, he found the traces of a strange woman.

That woman, dependent on the traces of the river, was his wife who had been dead for many years. While staring, Su Ming discovered that Chang He's wife had always been by Chang He's side, but he...didn't notice it when he was alive.

He found traces everywhere, walking in reincarnation and passing through the years. After countless tens of millions of years, Su Ming found his senior brother...

The traces of the eldest brother are not dust, but a fighting spirit. It is illusory and exists in the vast mist. Within a race of ferocious beasts, it has become the pinnacle of their fighting spirit.

The war lasts forever!

With every trace he found, with hope, and with persistence, Su Ming walked through a fog. As he passed by, the fog surrounded him, unwilling to dissipate, and seemingly unwilling to let Su Ming leave. There seemed to be a murmuring voice in the mist, as if it was saying something.

Su Ming stopped and looked down at the fog around him. For a long, long time, his eyes showed gaze and affection.

He found Fang Canglan, she... was this fog. In other words, it was Fang Canglan who found him.

After taking away this fog and Fang Canglan, the expectation in Su Ming's heart has become stronger and stronger. But in this expectation, Su Ming has already understood... When the world opens, when all traces turn into life The day when the imprint reappeared...

I will also watch silently from now on.

This is not a destined fate, this is the price Su Mingdao paid, this is the path he chose, which is different from the destruction of life... (To be continued...)