405 Gate to the Void (1/2)
Su Ming looked at the stone statue of the petite girl in the coffin. As he looked at her face, that young voice traveled forth from his memories to his ears, causing a hint of sorrow to appear on his face.
”You’re awake.” Di Tian remained silent for a moment before he spoke calmly. The hint of shock that appeared previously on his face had disappeared by now. He became aloof once again.
”I remember her…” Su Ming mumbled. He suddenly understood. That dream was perhaps… not a dream.
The sorrow in his eyes gradually became stronger and it would not disappear. His eyes glistened and tears fell down from his eyes, falling onto the stone statue.
At the same time, the instant those tears fell on the stone statue, new scenes appeared in his mind… In those scenes, Su Ming saw himself, and that himself had red hair and red robes.
He saw his red-haired self walking out of the cave abode and drawing out earthen aura to turn it into a crimson dragon. He saw himself absorbing power from a large amount of powerful warriors in the land of the Shamans wherever he went, not even letting go of some of the powerful ferocious beasts he could find…
He also saw his red-haired self heading to Autumn Sea Tribe and sealing the heavens with just a lift of his hand. Once he also sealed that Zong Ze in the sky, he brought his hands down and sealed the land, and once he sealed all the members of Autumn Sea Tribe, he walked towards the Sacred Lady of Autumn Sea Tribe, then picked Wan Qiu up and left the place with his red hair dancing in the wind.
Su Ming saw that Art of the Dragon Subject, Yin Simurgh, saw the entire procedure of his red-haired self casting that Art with Wan Qiu. If was as if Hong Luo’s trip during those short few days was flashing past Su Ming’s eyes at a much faster pace.
He also saw his red-haired self fighting against the old Immortal and the halberd from the sky executing him in an incredibly domineering way, and also… himself casting the Art of the Dragon Subject, Yin Simurgh on the long-haired woman...
Right up to the moment the sacred mountain of the Shaman Tribe appeared, right up to the moment Di Tian appeared and engaged him in that earth shattering fight. Eventually, his memory stopped at the instant Hong Luo’s soul disappeared, while laughing and sending into his body… the Path to Life!
”I have practiced Daoism for thirty thousand years… Now I shall turn back and become a mortal, I will not be an Immortal!” That boisterous laughter stirred up layers of ripples in Su Ming’s mind, and when it eventually disappeared, it turned into a hoarse and ancient voice.
”Listen up, boy. I have a deep grudge against Di Tian, but his strength has surpassed what I remember. I don’t know how long I have been sealed away, and now I’m about to die as a mortal, but I’m not willing to!
”I am the son of the Emperor of Mortals. With the legacy Artof the royal family - Path to Life, I give you the power to release your seal. This Art will become stronger the higher your level of cultivation is, and it will help you break the seal on your memories!
”It can also transform your blood and let you possess the purest blood among all Immortals… Within that blood rests all my Dao, my Arts, my divine abilities. All of them will belong to you!
”I’m burning up what little remains of my life to cast this Path to Life and send you to the coffin. I can sense that the coffin is very important to you… Don’t bother about the threat of facing Di Tian alone. I’ve already thought about the way to help you solve that problem. As long as you can hear these words, then it’ll definitely succeed!
”The Path to Life can only be passed down to one person in each generation of the royal family, and once it’s mastered by that person, no matter how talented the others are, they won’t be able to learn it. This is a dead set rule! All the scions of this Art can only cast this once in their lives. It doesn’t contain any offensive abilities and can only be used to pass down the inheritance…
”That’s why Di Tian doesn’t know the Path of Life. He also doesn’t know that this Art can open the Gate to the Void, which can relocate you! This is originally a path to escape for us in case an emergency happens while we’re passing down the inheritance. I left a mark at the place I woke up previously, and the gate can send you back there…
”Once the Gate to the Void opens, Di Tian won’t be able to interfere with his power. The Path to Life can also cover up your presence, causing Di Tian’s divine sense to be unable to find you.
”Then you’ll have a period of time where you’ll be truly free… I didn’t use this Art earlier because there is only one chance for me to cast it, and if there is no scion for me, I couldn’t cast it anyway… Besides, if I used this Art to escape, it’d still be difficult for me to escape being sealed, and I might not have a chance to wake up again. I would… rather die!
”The Gate to the Void is in your heart. Call it, and it will open! Your level of cultivation isn’t high, but when you become a powerful warrior someday, help me take my revenge. Kill Di Tian!”
Su Ming felt a sharp stab of pain in his head and those scenes instantly disappeared. In truth, he felt that a long time had passed since the scenes appeared right up till they disappeared, but that lapse of time was just his mind replaying those memories. To outsiders, it only lasted for an instant.
Before his death, Hong Luo’s voice had traveled with the Path to Life and avoided Di Tian’s divine sense to imprint itself on Su Ming’s mind. Only when Su Ming woke up would he be able to hear it.
As he stared at the stone statue in the coffin, Su Ming lifted his right hand and grabbed the edge of the coffin in a death grip.
”You shouldn’t have awakened. Your current appearance makes me… very disappointed… Hong Luo was an accident, and I’ve already restored order. Sleep, Destiny…” After a period of silence, Di Tian spoke slowly.
Yet the instant his words left his mouth, Su Ming turned around swiftly and stared at Di Tian with his deadly still eyes.
”No one can seal off my memories again, and neither can you!” A strand of hair surrounded Su Ming’s right index finger without anyone noticing it. This strand of hair was the materialization of the power of a jab from the God of Berserkers, and strangely, when Su Ming’s body was under Hong Luo’s control, that strand of hair had disappeared as if it had dissipated. Even Hong Luo had been unable to notice it.