A hundred-foot-thick thunderstorm fell from the sky, bringing with it the aura of destroying everything, leveling thousands of miles of mountains to the ground...
Under this catastrophe of wrath, everything turned into nothingness.
White light reflected the world, and the dim sky was covered with snow-white the moment the thunderstorm fell.
Su Mo's breath was also wiped away by this lightning disaster, and no bones were left...
There is nothing earthly and heaven-defying, it is just the delusions of the world.
God...it is God after all...
Su Mo's breath disappeared between heaven and earth, and the thunder clouds slowly receded.
The two Yunlei sects who had left early felt Su Mo's aura disappear when the thunder calamity came to the world. They trembled violently and did not speak for a long time.
The complexity in everyone's heart is hard to put into words. It seems to be filled with joy and regret.
The Yuzong people returned to the Yuzong in silence. Yugu walked up to the mountain peak where he had talked with Su Mo that night. He looked up at the surging thunderclouds in the sky and dispersed, but the rain did not stop...
"Rain... this rain..."
After Yugu murmured something, he didn't speak again for a long time.
...
Outside a remote town, there is a newly built bamboo house.
An old man with white hair stood in front of the bamboo house. His old body trembled violently when the world-destroying lightning disaster came to the world.
A certain bond in his heart seemed to be cut off in an instant. He could feel that the perfect atmosphere of the way of grass and trees in this world was wiped away by the catastrophe...
The white light of the prosperous age shone on Du Pingsheng's old face, reflecting his lonely and desolate figure on the ground.
Raindrops fell on the top of the bamboo building, making a continuous "crackling" sound.
The withered grass under the bamboo eaves was bent down by the raindrops and could no longer stand up...
"I'm waiting for you..." Du Pingsheng lowered his arms and dragged Chi Mu's body towards the bamboo house.
"I'll wait for you to come back... help me practice 'double habitat' together..."
Du Pingsheng walked to the bamboo house in trembling silence, raised his hand and slowly closed the door of the bamboo house.
Three sets of footprints were left in front of the bamboo house, two leaving and one returning...
...
In the Ninth Realm, everything looks so peaceful.
Every time after sunset, hundreds of ghosts begin to appear and walk at night... People in the world gradually grew from being afraid of the ghosts to being kind to them.
They knew that this was something left by their Human Emperor, and these hundred ghosts would never harm anyone without any reason.
The Hundred Ghosts just guard the world with a terrifying image, and they no longer have to worry about immortal cultivators harming them regardless of right or wrong.
Work at sunrise and return at sunset.
Mortals also have mortal expectations... They look forward to prosperity for the country, and they look forward to peace in their families.
It was Su Mo who gave them hope for the future.
Everything now is the prosperous age they have been waiting for for so long...
In the palace, Princess Ying was sitting in the imperial garden. Holding the needle and thread in his hand, he was sewing a dragon robe densely and carefully, with careful and meticulous movements.
As the mother of the country who is respected by all the people in the world, she just wants to personally repair a dragon robe for Su Mo that Su Mo likes.
When waiting for Su Mo to come back, I can see Su Mo wearing it with my own eyes...
The dragon robe is about to be sewn. It is a pure white Confucian robe with golden dragon patterns embroidered on it.
As if she could already see Su Mo putting on the dragon robe that she had embroidered by herself, Princess Ying could not help but reveal a smile on her face.
After Prince Ying went to court, he also returned to the imperial garden. Watching Princess Ying slowly embroidering the dragon robe, he smiled helplessly and walked to Princess Ying's side.
"Why don't you just leave this kind of work to your servants? Why do you do it yourself?" King Ying walked to the opposite side of Princess Ying and said with a smile.
Princess Ying rolled her eyes at Prince Ying when she heard this, "Can this be the same? The servants' embroidery is not as detailed as my own..."
"Forget it, you don't understand even if you tell me."
King Ying smiled and waved his hands quickly, "Okay, okay, I don't understand."
Princess Ying snorted and looked at Prince Ying leaving the court so early today. She suddenly asked with some curiosity: "How is the court going?"
King Ying shook his head, "It's nothing. The hundred ghosts left behind by Mo'er are in charge of the affairs of the world, which reduces a lot of troubles."
"I also heard that many gangsters in the world who did all kinds of evil were wiped out by hundreds of ghosts..."
Princess Ying smiled proudly, as if it was her masterpiece. However, looking at King Ying's somewhat thin face, he still said with some distress: "I don't know why Mo'er wanted to centralize power. Wouldn't it be much easier if the counties were divided?"
King Ying shook his head and said: "Although centralizing power will be a lot tiring, it is the most suitable for the current situation in the world. Once the counties are divided, you can't tell how many things will happen next."
Princess Ying nodded, and said with a hint of melancholy: "I don't know how Mo'er is doing in the outside world...I don't know why, I always feel a little uneasy today."
A trace of worry flashed in King Ying's eyes, and he felt the same in his heart, but he didn't reveal what was in his heart.
King Ying comforted Princess Ying: "It's okay, Mo'er is alert and nothing will happen to her."
Princess Ying just nodded when she heard this and was about to speak...
Suddenly, there was a throbbing in my heart.
It's as if something was suddenly pulled away from my heart...
Princess Ying froze and the needle and thread in her hand fell.
The feeling of emptiness crawled from my heart to my mind, and my whole body felt cold.
A sparkling tear slipped from the corner of her eye. Princess Ying raised her hand to wipe it away in a daze, but she saw that the tears could no longer stop falling...
"What's wrong with me?"
Princess Ying looked at the tears in her hands, looking confused.
Looking up at King Ying, he was shocked to find that King Ying was stunned on the spot with his eyes blank...
"What's going on here......"
Princess Ying dropped the Confucian robe that was about to be embroidered in her hand, and hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it on her face.
But, for some reason, those tears just couldn't stop...
"What happened? Why...I feel like something is missing in my heart..." Princess Ying asked King Ying in a crying voice and at a loss.
King Ying turned his head dully to look at the anxious and panicked Princess Ying. He walked up to Princess Ying with red eyes, held her in his arms, opened his mouth but could not say anything.
clang!
A bell of national destiny rang between heaven and earth. The sound was majestic and carried a tragic meaning throughout the entire ninth world...
Biquge
