Pursuit of the Truth

Su Ming looked at Sang Xiang who was exuding fear. When he spoke lightly, his eyes were closed. The moment he closed his eyes, Su Ming's majestic and indescribable will left his body in an instant and went straight to that place. Sang Xiang butterflies away.

The magnitude of this will made the Sang Xiang feel like a bright moon and a firefly compared with it. The Sang Xiang was unable to struggle and resist. He could only let Su Ming's will completely cover the Sang Xiang in the next moment. phase, fully integrated into its four wings.

At this moment, the four realms that existed within the four wings of Sang Xiang, the starry sky shook, and the world stopped for an instant... In this stillness, Su Ming's will swept through every life like a storm, without harming them. They, instead, went to find the traces he needed.

After a few breaths, when all four realms within the mulberry phase returned to normal, Su Ming's will had dissipated, but only the mulberry phase itself knew that the existence that made it feel terrifying was even there. The will of the figure with some vague impression deep in the memory did not leave, but turned into several copies and condensed in the realm of its four wings.

It was anxious and didn't know what traces Su Ming was looking for. It could only hope that Su Ming could leave here as soon as possible in this panic. The terror and power coming from Su Ming made it completely insecure. The power of resistance, even it understands that to erase itself, it may only need a finger from the other party.

Time passes slowly...

Su Ming's body sat cross-legged on the compass, floating in front of Sang Xiang, while his will was transformed into several copies, each existing next to the people he found with traces.

He did not directly take away this trace, but accompanied them. As the years go by. Until a long, long time passed. Until the wings of the Sangxiang began to overlap, until the four worlds began to be destroyed...

When the destruction and rebirth alternated, Su Ming left, accompanying them with the traces of his needs. After an era, his will left the always nervous Sang Xiang and returned to the body on the compass. Su Ming . Opened his eyes.

He raised his right hand, and in his palm were several groups of weak souls, which contained the first senior brother, second senior brother, Hu Zi, Cang Lan, Yu Xuan, Xu Hui, Grandpa... and so on, all the faces in Su Ming's memory.

These people, they only have a trace of who they are, but they are not what Su Ming wants.

When the wings of the Sangxiang Butterfly spread out again, Su Ming had already sat on the compass and moved away. In this vast sky, he continued to move forward alone, and another ten thousand years passed...

a thousand years. Twenty thousand years, thirty thousand years...this passage of time. There was no sign at all. In this calmness, when the second hundred thousand years came, Su Ming opened his eyes again, because in front of him, there appeared... the lucky one who never encountered Xuan Burial. Nine mulberry signs.

It floats in the vastness and is full of vitality. The world with its four wings has multiplied countless sentient beings.

Even when he sensed Su Ming's arrival, this mulberry-like creature might have existed for so long that it had forgotten its instincts and tried to show hostility. However, the hostility was almost immediately dismissed by Su Ming as soon as it was revealed. The outpouring of will was directly shattered, trembling, frightened, and horrified appeared on Sang Xiang's body in an instant.

Ignoring the Sang Xiang's emotions, Su Ming's will directly covered the four wings of the Sang Xiang and spread in. After finding traces under the sweep, they dispersed and condensed.

In this tension of Sang Xiang, Su Ming was just like before. He did not immediately choose to take away the traces he found, because taking away the traces was tantamount to killing them with his own hands. He could not and did not want to. He could wait and wait for this. When the Sangxiang world was destroyed, this trace was taken away.

Time passed, accompanied by the tension of this Sang Xiang, until the end of this era, Su Ming did not stay, and took the traces he found, leaving the Sang Xiang who started the rebirth of the world within its four wings. Amidst Sang Xiang's nervousness and anxiety, Su Ming left.

One hundred thousand years later, Su Ming met the Mulberry Butterfly that he had given life to and transformed from a bead, and he began to search for traces again.

One butterfly after another, time passes like eternity, until ten epochs have passed.

After searching for all the butterflies, he found all the traces that Su Ming could find in the Sangxiang world, but... when all these traces were in Su Ming's hands, he sat cross-legged on the compass, carrying the vicissitudes of life with him. Su Ming let out a melancholy sigh.

Each of these traces is independent. If they are forcibly fused together, the imprint of life will still lack the familiarity in Su Ming's memory. He can open the gate of the underworld and resurrect them, but after the resurrection, they will not remember each other. , and became the most familiar stranger in Su Ming's heart.

Su Ming was unwilling and unwilling to do this kind of thing. He hoped to resurrect the faces in his memory. He hoped that the people being resurrected would still be themselves and have their own memories, not just the same faces, or even the same souls. But there is a strange distance between them.

Reincarnation is like a sea. Only by looking for the traces left by them when they dissipated in the reincarnations can they be merged together to become the imprint of their lives. Su Ming stared at the palm of his hand for a long time, and murmured. , holding the palm of his hand and putting the traces in it in his heart, when he released his palm, he pressed lightly on the compass under him.

With this press, the compass vibrated violently and slowly started to rotate on its own. As it rotated, the entire vastness seemed to be pulled to rotate, until after the passage of time, this boundless vastness became A huge vortex formed, and the vortex roared and turned into circles one after another.

In Su Ming's eyes, every complete turn of this circle in the vast universe was a cycle of life.

As the vastness of the whirlpool rolled, the sediments of the years within it were lifted up in the eyes, and the dust that fell into the depths was flying in front of the eyes. At the moment when the vortex rotated forever, Su Ming left the compass and walked inside the vortex, No matter how long the years will pass, no matter how many times life will reincarnate, he will continue to go on.

In the years, look for the traces left behind when they dissipated...

In the reincarnation, keep the memories of each other and the promises never forgotten in the memory.

Just to miss each other and meet...

In that dark night when the sangha phase was shattered and the palm fell and the soul dispersed, he already knew that if he didn't persist this time, there might be no chance of meeting him in the next life.

It's like waiting in a palace in the sky for thousands of years when the sky will be silent, and there are times of trance and soul pity. And in this world, there will be no more life. If life is just like the first time we met...

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Seeking the devil is about to end, either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. This chapter... is two thousand words long. (To be continued...)