Su Mo was dazed and helpless, and could only watch the red mist slowly swallowing up the cities one after another.
Those below who were about to be covered by the red mist looked calmly at the exhausted Su Mo above the void.
There is endless pain and fatigue in the white clothes.
"Here we come..." A farmer looked at the slowly coming red mist and said to himself sadly.
"What a rare peace." The other woodcutter shook his head, not knowing what to say.
"The Human Emperor..." an old minister muttered to himself.
"I'm so tired." said the veteran's wife and children.
Everyone's hearts seemed to be shrouded in despair, just waiting for the red mist to hit.
They seemed to already know that their Human Emperor could not save them this time...
This heaven always seems to want to destroy these ordinary and kind people.
Some merchants returned home in silence, hugging their loved ones with open arms... wanting to remember this last moment of tenderness.
Some farmers reluctantly plucked the unripe fruits they had planted, and put the green fruits into their mouths. Their mouths were sour... After planting them for half a year, they still wanted to taste them.
A gentleman took his students back to the classroom and continued to teach them... Even if he was about to die, he wanted to finish teaching this volume and then die in the classroom.
They seemed to be able to see the fatigue of the man in white above the void, and they could also see the regret and helplessness in the eyes of the man in white.
He wanted to save everyone, but he couldn't...
Those people in the world seemed to have been prepared for it a long time ago, but they just looked at the relatives and friends beside them, still reluctant to give up in their eyes.
With sighs, the people below seemed to have accepted everything that was coming.
Luo Yin stared blankly at Su Mo, who was trembling all over, and the regret in his eyes turned into sadness...
Entering the Tao with the harp is the most emotionally hurtful thing.
The love of people in this world is greater than anything else...
The Great Elder of the Holy Sect also came back and walked to Su Mo's side. Looking at the red mist still spreading below, the old and pale face showed heaviness.
"You know that all this is in vain, why do you still send people away? You send them far away and wait for the red mist to arrive, but it will just be a delay in their death..." The Great Elder of the Holy Sect He spoke slowly.
"I don't believe that with your character, you can't see the futility in this."
Su Mo froze when he heard this and turned to look at the great elder slowly.
Yeah, why would I do that?
There seems to be no reason, so what's the point of sending people away?
Luo Yin also looked at Su Mo, and she saw Su Mo's hands tightening uncontrollably.
Everyone looked at Su Mo, waiting for Su Mo to give his reasons.
Su Mo turned his head and looked down at the people waiting to be swallowed up by the red mist, and finally remembered something in his eyes. ŴŴŴ.BiQuGe.Biz
"I want to free up a deserted 'Jedi'..."
There was a look of misery in Su Mo's eyes.
The Great Elder trembled fiercely, his eyes showed horror, and he looked at Su Mo blankly, as if he had thought of something...
Everyone looked at Su Mo blankly, and finally understood why Su Mo kept moving people outside the red mist away.
However, the speed at which he moved people could not keep up with the speed at which the red mist spread.
As for the people below, looking at Su Mo above the void, their expressions of despair gradually faded away, revealing a trace of peace.
A woodcutter below looked at the red mist that had entered the city, then looked up at the silence above the void, and asked in confusion: "What does the Human Emperor want to do?"
An old farmer turned to look at the woodcutter who asked the question, and said calmly: "The Human Emperor wants..."
"...Duan Tian!"
Su Mo wanted to be like the Confucian sages thousands of years ago, cutting off the ninth heaven and separating the two sides of the red mist.
This is the only way Su Mo can think of to stop the spread of red mist.
only......
"Why did the Human Emperor create a deserted land?" Someone asked again.
A seriously injured casual cultivator leaned on the stone steps nearby, turned to look at the red mist that had submerged into the street, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, shook his head and explained: "The art of breaking the sky will inevitably cause the heaven and earth to collapse."
"That will cost tens of millions of lives..."
"He doesn't want anyone to die under his sky-breaking technique..."
"I just don't know, does the Human Emperor have the ability to disconnect the ninth day..."
Everything suddenly became clear, and there was more than one swordsman who could understand it all.
Everyone on the edge of the red mist knows the crux of Su Mo's problem...
The people below also finally understood what a heavy thought was carried in their hearts by that line of white clothes above the void.
He wanted to free up an uninhabited land across the entire ninth sky, and then use this uninhabited land to perform the art of breaking the sky.
It's just that the heaven doesn't seem to want him to get his wish. He will never be able to vacate the uninhabited land. Now that he has reached the end of the road, he has to face a choice.
Should he kill some people to save the world, or watch Jiutianming be destroyed with his own eyes...
The choice that had been left to the emperors and dean of Jiutian a few years ago fell to Su Mo today.
Life is like a drama, drama is like life.
Su Mo looked at the people below and trembled all over.
The world seemed to fall into silence for a moment...
Finally, an elderly woman looked up at the young man in white who could not make a decision for a long time in the void, with a touch of softness and distress on her face.
He shouldn't have been allowed to make this choice...he was just a child.
In the eyes of the old woman, Su Mo was just her grandson.
The old woman raised her head and smiled at Su Mo above the void, breaking the silence.
"May my emperor be at peace..."
"May there be...peace on earth."
Having said that, the old woman took her old steps and took the initiative to walk into the red mist...
Su Mo couldn't bear to kill them with her own hands. She hoped that her suicide would alleviate Su Mo's guilt for making a choice against his own wishes... even just a little bit.
Everyone trembled when they saw the old woman's actions.
A teacher and his wife looked at each other and smiled, and immediately saw the determination in each other's eyes.
The two of them slowly knelt on the ground, bowed to Su Mo, then stood up and walked towards Hongwu...
"May my emperor be at peace..."
"May there be...peace on earth."
All the people on the edge of the red mist seemed to understand something, and they laughed calmly for a moment... They were about to die.
They... also didn't want Su Mo to fall into a painful decision.
Su Mo treated the world as if he were his own son, so they recognized Su Mo as their own son.
Someone raised his sword and pierced his chest.
Someone laughed and crashed into a beam.
Someone jumped into the river.
Some people did not want to commit suicide with their children, so they went to the red mist.
"Daddy, what are we going to do?" asked a child in a farmer's arms.
The farmer smiled and touched the child's head, and said reluctantly: "Go and relieve the Emperor's worries..."
There was silence, but sincere wishes rang out.
At the edge of the red mist in the entire ninth realm, a voice of farewell came into the void...
"May my emperor be at peace..."
"May the world..."
"...peace."
Biquge
