The dawn is shining brightly and the wind is calm,
The twilight is amiable and the sun is cold.
Yingyingwuwu's soul is broken,
The brocade book is broken.
People's writings are bitter, and the world's words are sour.
White silk is hard to scatter, but mortal world is easy to entangle.
The cotton is long, the pen and inkstone are short,
Mountains and rivers are easy to draw, but their astringency is difficult to describe...
The sword struck down like the setting sun falling to the ground, cutting off both ends of the red mist.
However, there are also thousands of creatures that turn into nothingness.
The national destiny has turned into the ends of the earth, dividing the ninth day into two sides.
The Human Emperor's Sword, which had the power of national destiny, was broken into several pieces in Su Mo's hands and fell into the void...
The ends of the earth are shattered and the corners of the sea are sinking.
When the dust settled, everyone looked up and saw the white clothed person sitting in the void.
The dragon pattern on the white clothes has disappeared, leaving only the feeling of twilight on the man in white...
Originally I only thought that Duan Tian would ruin the destiny of the country, but I never thought that Duan Tian would also ruin the long life of the Human Emperor in White...
The fragrance of tens of thousands of souls blended into Bai Yi's body, and also entangled the countless sorrows in Bai Yi's heart.
Is it bitter? Naturally very bitter?
But what choice did he have?
Did the Confucian sages have the same mentality thousands of years ago when they killed thousands of living beings in the divine realm?
Su Mo was swaying, looking at the new world barrier that stretched for an unknown distance and looked miserable.
He finally killed thousands of people with his own hands.
He didn't like killing, and he always hadn't...but he was finally forced to kill thousands of his subjects who regarded him as their faith and hope with one sword.
No one can blame him, and no one can resent him.
There is peace in those soul fragrances.
But where does the bitterness at the corner of the mouth come from?
I can’t tell, I can’t tell...
In the silence, everything seemed to have fallen into place.
People slowly knelt on the ground, looking at the white-clothed Pianpian above the void, their eyes filled with pain.
They saw that their Human Emperor seemed to have entered his twilight years in an instant, with a look of old age on his face.
The world knows that under this sword, the most painful thing is not those who died, but...
...that white coat.
The disaster has been resolved, but no one is happy.
On this day, the ninth day has died.
The fate of the country dissipated, the dragon of the country fell, all the cultivators in the Nine Heavens were dead and injured, countless people were buried in the red mist, and countless people died under the Sky-Breaking Sword.
On this day, Su Mo lost the power of national destiny, and nearly half of his people died in nine days.
Everyone's eyes were red and their hearts were heavy.
In the silence, a little girl cried softly to the lonely white man above the void.
"May my emperor be at peace."
Immediately afterwards, one voice after another spread throughout the world.
"May my emperor be at peace..."
They knew that with that sword blow, the young man was no longer a young man...
He will be burdened with endless pain in his heart that will last forever.
The man in white clothes sat alone in the void, looking up at the sky blankly, as if he had lost his soul.
The surviving immortal cultivators looked at the lonely white man with sad expressions.
Luo Yin wanted to go forward, but was stopped by the Great Elder of the Holy Sect.
"Leave him alone."
Luo Yin looked at the elegant white clothes that were blown by the wind, and finally nodded. BIquGe.biz
Everyone left, leaving behind a silent man in white.
The wounds of the Nine Heavens were all in his heart.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sky became dull and it began to rain slowly...
The rain is blown by the wind, spreading freely between the sky and the earth.
The cold wind blew, bringing with it rain, and slapped the thin body in white clothes.
The rain wet the long hair, flowed onto the cheeks, and then fell to the world below.
No one in the world left, they were all looking at the white clothes in the rain.
The setting sun sets and the darkness rises.
The white clothes disappeared into the dark night, and after their body could no longer be seen, everyone returned to their respective rooms in silence.
In the darkness, the man in white finally secretly shed tears all over his face...
"sorry......"
In Bai Yi's mind, the thousands of creatures who were buried under that sword emerged one by one. They looked helpless and helpless like a young man who had no experience in the world...
How can we describe the pain without suffering it?
The countless soul fragrances finally penetrated Su Mo's soul with countless nostalgia and fear.
Among them were scared children, old people who were old and peaceful, reluctant couples, and ordinary people who wanted to escape and live.
There is no such thing as all beings united in one mind and all sentient beings wishing to die.
It's just a helpless compromise in the face of despair...
The scent of soul cannot deceive anyone, and only Su Mo knows the myriad of emotions in it.
The world deceived Su Mo, they didn’t want to die at all...
They thought Su Mo would never know their true thoughts, but they didn't know that Su Mo also had the power of soul fragrance.
Su Mo can rely on the power of this soul fragrance to understand what the dead thought in life...
For example, the desperado who was the first to shout for our emperor to break the sky actually wanted to change his ways and live a good life.
For example, the warrior who stayed by my mother's bed actually wanted to die for her, then get married and have children.
For example, the little girl who cried "please my emperor break the sky" was actually very scared in her heart...
She was just hesitant and ignorant, and shouted that sentence along with everyone else.
These people all have their own nostalgia for the world.
In order to make Su Mo break the sky, these people pretended to be fearless...but in fact they were all terrified.
Their bodies were wiped out by Su Mo's sword, and not even tombstones were left.
How long can the peace in the world they exchanged for their lives last? The catastrophe is approaching, is their death really meaningful?
And many years later, how many people can still remember them?
Ignorance means no worries, and knowledge means much suffering.
The more he knew, the more painful he felt... This seemed to be the price the Book of Life and Death gave Su Mo for his heaven-defying power.
Things in the world are varied and people's hearts are full of emotions.
In that darkness, a stone door slowly appeared behind Su Mo.
Two enchanting and beautiful bodies stepped out of the stone gate.
A light gauze did not enter the void in the rain, looking softly at the wandering and miserable white clothes, the eyes were filled with red clouds, with a feeling of distress.
Bai Yi slowly raised his head, looked at the other person with a dull expression, and opened his mouth awkwardly.
"Big fierce sister..."
The plump figure in gauze did not use her cultivation to block the wind and rain in the sky, but still wet her body, as if to tell something.
Daxi gently hugged Su Mo into his arms and patted Su Mo's back gently.
She could feel the person in her arms shaking and the pain in her heart.
The goddess Xuan on the side turned her head to look at the newly appeared barrier of heaven and earth below with a dark expression. She sighed slightly with a complicated expression, then turned to look at Su Mo, who was getting older, but said nothing.
"It's all over..." Daxi said softly.
Su Mo shook his head and slowly broke away from Da Xi's arms, with a strong sense of sadness.
"There is no past!" Su Mo said in a low voice.
Daji looked at Su Mo's expression and was slightly startled. She had never seen such an expression on Su Mo's face.
Xuan Nu on the side understood something in her expression and sighed slightly:
"Why bother?"
Su Mo stood up slowly, the pain on his face became more intense, and turned to look at the vast red mist opposite the Sky Barrier...
"there..."
"...and my thousands of people in the Nine Heavens."
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