After listening to Dao Hua's explanation, Su Mo stood aside lonely and said nothing for a long time.
Cheng Anan kept looking at Su Mo and never spoke from the beginning to the end. She remembered a lot, from the initial encounter to her subsequent admiration for him.
Until he died, and he claimed everything about him.
Things in this world are so unpredictable. It turns out that he is waiting for them here...
But when she saw the flowers on the other side of the river left by everyone who walked through Wangchuan, she understood why Su Mo never went to find them when he came back...
Perhaps he was also afraid that he would not be able to send his friends across the River of Forgetfulness.
Thinking of this, Cheng Anan laughed slowly.
"What's over there?" She pointed to the other side of Wangchuan River and asked Su Mo.
Su Mo replied: "Rebirth!"
Cheng An'an suddenly smiled like he did back then, "Will you come there too?"
Su Mo was silent, looking at the vast river of forgetfulness on the other side, with longing in his eyes.
"Maybe it will pass!"
Cheng Anan smiled and said, "Then I'll wait for you over there!"
"Okay!" Su Mo nodded.
The two seemed to be making an agreement to meet again soon...
After saying that, Cheng Anan stepped onto the stone bridge without looking back and walked into the unknown place... If I die, I still want to see you again! But at that time, I will never hesitate again!
If only back then, in the mountain gate of the Demon Sect, when my ancestor asked you to marry me, I could stand up and agree... how wonderful it would be...
If... if...
As Cheng Anan walked through the River of Forgetfulness, tears seemed to fall down, and a flower of the other side bloomed on the river bank that he could not let go of!
There is an indescribable sadness in that flower!
She and Ning Baixue seemed to be in similar situations, but Ning Baixue's answer was: I'll marry you!
Dao Hua and Su Mo fell into silence watching Cheng An'an leave.
"Over the years, she has been regretting that she was not braver..." Dao Hua said.
Su Mo didn't say anything, just confused.
Dao Hua turned back to look at Su Mo, "After you died, she claimed everything about you and seemed to have forgotten you, but I know she never forgot."
"Maybe you have a clear conscience, but in my eyes, you still owe her."
Dao Hua took steps towards the stone bridge.
"If you can really create the afterlife, then don't let those beauties down again in the afterlife."
"If you live your whole life, why do you need to put so many shackles on yourself?"
Dao Hua seemed to be dissatisfied with Su Mo as he walked across the stone bridge.
Two flowers from the other side bloomed on the riverside, piercing Su Mo's eyes and causing boundless waves in Su Mo's heart.
Su Mo slowly sat on the ground, looking lonely.
This is the first time he has sent a friend away except Ning Baixue...
Unlike the peace that was given to those who met by chance, the departure of his friends made the unforgettable regret in his heart even heavier.
Cheng Anan put aside her regrets and walked through the River of Forgetting with hope.
Dao Hua let go of the despair and regret of the death of the world, and walked through Wangchuan with dissatisfaction with Su Mo.
But...can Su Mo really let go by then?
He couldn't let go of the regret, and he couldn't get over it himself.
And there will be many, many more regrets like this in the future...
...
The world continues to move forward in the long river with the despair of not dying.
The originally chaotic world gradually calmed down without anyone's intervention.
In a world without hope in the eyes of the world, there seems to be nothing worth fighting about.
The world is getting quieter and quieter, and more and more depressed.
The secular world is also covered with a lingering haze.
People looked numbly at everything in the world, feeling the tranquility before the end...
Old people keep dying, but new people never come.
Another ten years have passed, and there are no more young people in this world...
Looking at this desperate world, there are still people who are cultivating immortals who choose to fight on their own!
It seems that even they can't see any hope...
Everyone who dies only knows after death that there is still a glimmer of hope after despair. They put down the regrets of despair and walked through the River of Forgetfulness with peace of mind.
I don’t know how many people were crowded into that unknown place...
On the mountainside of the capital city, it doesn't look like the clouds or the human world. As if between heaven and earth and the human world.
Everyone in the academy gradually spoke less and less, often looking at the man in white and not knowing what to say...
The six people in the academy stopped exploring the tomb of the world and just stayed in the academy doing nothing. It seems that just lying down like this is not bad.
Du Pingsheng looked at his disciples, getting older and older!
Ying Huang and his wife also looked at Su Mo with distressed eyes...
In the pavilion in front of the courtyard, wood is burned to make wine.
I don’t know when, the aroma of wine from Xinghua Village wafted again!
Su Mo sat lonely in the pavilion halfway up the academy, looking at the world shrouded in despair.
The little girl was lying in Su Mo's arms, looking at the indifference on Su Mo's face.
"elder brother......"
"Huh?" Su Mo lowered his head.
"Is this the lower reaches of the Yangtze River you are talking about?" the little girl asked.
Su Mo nodded gently, "Yes, there is actually something further downstream, but there is nothing there."
"That must be a desperate sight." said the little girl.
Su Mo looked up at the dimly lit world at the foot of the mountain, lowering his head and not knowing what to say.
The little girl rested her head on Su Mo's chest, smelling the fragrance of flowers emanating from Su Mo's body, and gently closed her eyes.
"However, this girl is very satisfied to be able to accompany her brother during the last time down the river."
Su Mo trembled with his hands, gently touched the top of the girl's head, and ruffled the little girl's hair.
The girl pouted as if she was dissatisfied, but did not resist Su Mo's hands on her head.
The evening wind blew, bringing with it an endless chill.
The collapse of the world came earlier than Su Mo expected.
Before a hundred years, there were not many people left in the world. In a world where no new people are born, those who exist seem to find no meaning in living.
After hastily walking through this absurd life, he walked into the tomb by himself.
In Su Mo's spiritual sea, there are fewer and fewer people walking through Wangchuan...
...
This year, heavy snow fell in the world, covering the entire sky and earth. A vast white desolation fell on the capital, and no one lit a fire to ward off the cold.
The boundless chill is just like before.
Finally, the last mortal in this world...
Walked through the River of Forgetfulness......
In the snow-covered sky and earth, only those cultivators were left. The lifespan of a practitioner is much longer, far more than a hundred years.
But over the years, countless practitioners have committed suicide.
In today's world, it seems that only those monks are left, but in a world without mortals, those monks are filled with boundless confusion and despair.
The mountains and rivers remain the same, but no one speaks.
Groups of monks walked out of the sect and walked into the world, looking at it with desperate expressions...
...that empty human world!
