Chapter 309: [Top of the Dead] Mo Ran Not Far Away

He didn't mean it as a joke at all, nor was it a threat at all, he was stating a fact, a condition that he had thrown out.

No one dared to evacuate for a while, but those who were scared had to close their eyes and concentrate on their spirit.

Kilometre hundred metres

Closer

Boom!

As the waves beat down, eardrums trembled, heaven and earth drummed, as if billions of people were throwing hammers, and the sun and the moon were shattered in the waves. Fairy Tramper's arms were sinewy and her teeth were broken.

Behind him, Chu Wanning came to the intersection of the gates of life and death in space and time, and patted Xue Meng, who had been struggling to hold the waves back.

Xue Meng turns back to a very stoic face.

Although there are some wrinkles around his eyes, he looks at Chu Wanning with the same expression he did when he was a teenager.

"Master."

Chu Wanning looked at him: "I'm coming."

A blue light rises, Nine Songs appears in the world, Chu Wanning stands in the wind, the strings clang, and the edges of the gates of life and death in space and time close up with astonishing speed visible to the naked eye.

"Stand back." He said to the crowd as he played his lute, "Get behind me."

There was no need to say it again, but this time most of the people, even those who had been afraid of death, did not scramble to be the first. Some helped their seriously wounded companions, others carried the wounded who had probably never even seen them before, and slowly made their way to the back.

The edge of the rift in the Gate of Life and Death in Time is near the Kunlun Mountains, and many of them stopped retreating as they walked up the Kunlun Pass.

They stood there and watched Chu Wanning's figure standing in front of the snow-capped fields, his broad sleeves fluttering and the sound of his lute continuing

Who says that immortality is to be immortal for ten thousand years and to have the power to destroy heaven and earth?

Some people, even if they live for 10,000 years, are just a piece of stubborn stone. Some people, even if they only walk through the earth in a hurry, leave behind a trail of bright flowers.

For example, at this very moment, in front of that door of life and death in space and time, there is an immortal, using his flesh and blood, ten fingers of Brahma, to cross this red dust and prove his immortal dao.

Gradually snow drifts in the sky and falls on the shoulders.

Someone noticed something and was taken aback, "Huh it's not snow"

It was the Yandi sacred tree in the East Polar Sea that sensed that the ancient begonia from the beginning of the universe had blossomed, and that it was different from the rest of the species, emitting an extremely fragrant fragrance. The crystalline petals of the blown snow float from the ends of the earth to the ends of the earth.

The petals are raised, the clouds are swept away, and the light colours of the hair are like a stream of stars, surging towards the edge of the gates of life and death in time and space, helping to heal the earthly world.

Amidst the fluttering petals, many monks are reminded of the legend that the last time heaven and earth were about to fall, Shennong God planted the Yandi sacred wood and saved the fallen earth. Time has passed, and now Fuxi has passed away, Nuwa has fallen asleep, and Yandi has disappeared, but the sacred wood is still there.

He is a dying tree, but he still holds the blue sky in nine states.

As the rift shrank, Fairy Tramper looked back and said to those around her, "Fall back. Get back before the gates of life and death close."

Not all of them fled immediately, but some said they could still support themselves and some said they wanted to fight to the last minute.

Who doesn't have a bit of heroic blood in their bones?

Even if it is buried deep inside by the years and life, there is always a day when it will boil and burst forth.

Fairy Tramper laughed, "I told you to come or not to come, I told you to leave, are you trying to make me angry?

One by one, those people began to withdraw.

Suddenly I heard a trembling voice: "Where are you, emperor?"

Fairy Tramper froze for a moment and slowly turned her head. Seeing the rain of perdition, an old man hunched over in the distance, looking at himself.

" Liu "

Perhaps it was a blurred vision, but he actually felt that the old man was looking at himself with eyes wrapped in indefinable pity and compassion. It was like a father, looking at his child.

It's ridiculous.

If the old slave had been brave enough, the old man would not have dared to take the brutal and fierce Emperor Fairy Tramper for his own child. But at that moment, Fairy Tramper suddenly remembered in a vague way that the old man had lost his son in the war the year he entered his palace to serve.

If the boy were still alive, he would be about his age.

Fairy Tramper closed her eyes and said, "I am so capable that I will naturally be the last to leave. The Secretary need not be troubled."

"The Emperor"

"Let's go." Fairy Tramper turned her gaze away from the old man, "To the other side of the world."

""

"Maybe in that world your son isn't dead yet." He grinned suddenly, revealing his pointed canines and deep dimples, "Get lost old Liu. Keep him company."

As the gates of life and death shrank, the men in front of the Xuanwu boundary retreated in turn, each time a guardian was removed, the more force the Fairy Tramper had to apply to the Xuanwu boundary.

Fairy Tramper narrowed her eyes and after taking stock said sternly, "Everyone close up and cross the gates of life and death."

By this time the space-time rift had shrunk to the height and width of an ordinary gate. Seeing a new wave coming, the remaining monks finally withdrew, one by one, through the rift and back to the other world, back to the Kunlun Snowfield.

But the wave hit so fast that most people had no time to cross the boundary before it slammed into the Xuanwu boundary.

At this point, the boundary was only supported by Fairy Tramper's strength, and even though he was more gifted than ever, he was already under a thousand pounds of pressure.

The waves are like the Yuuzhan Vong, the whale breaking the waves, and the depths of the ocean seem to be shaken by a dragon lady dancing and training.

Someone hesitates to turn back at the intersection of the gates of life and death: "Master Mo"

Fairy Tramper was suddenly angry at the name, and he cursed, "Fuck you and get out of here!"

The other side did not know what had touched his sore spot, so they dared not say anything more and stepped through the threshold of the Life and Death Gate with their heads bowed. The rest of the monks followed suit, and the door of life and death shrank smaller and smaller. However, the Xuanwu boundary was on the verge of shattering by now, and Fairy Tramper looked back to see that there were still more than ten monks who had not yet made it in. He cursed, and his scarred hands continued to cover the boundary membrane, the veins and tendons on the back of his hands showing.

But he couldn't hold out.

Although he is the number one fighting force in the human realm, in the end he is only a tiny man, how can he fight against the divine heavens and earth.

The grating crunch is incessant.

"The boundary is breaking."

Fairy Tramper stood in front of the deluge and shouted angrily at those behind her who had not yet evacuated.

"Get the hell out of here."

A black stain of blood seeped between his lips and teeth, two rows of long lashes fell, and Fairy Tramper glanced at her left foot, which was slowly eroding into a bit of robbed ash

He sneered, undaunted.

He is Shi Mei's re-creation of the living dead, and as soon as Shi Mei dies, his body will not last long and will soon be reduced to ashes.

It was enough for him to be able to fight fate this one more time before he was greyed out.

Just

Looking back sideways, Chu Wanning's silhouette is blurred behind the gate of life and death in space and time, the rift still shrinking, the last four or five people left pushing their way in. There are also the Xue Meng and Mei family brothers of this era who have not crossed the line.

The man at the top of death and life could not help but move forward, distraught, " young master "

Xue Meng coughed and pointed to his youthful self: "Your young master is that one, not me."

Youth Xue Meng :""

"Two tigers are not allowed on one mountain. How can there be two Xue Meng's in one world? Xue Meng smiled, with a frown in the corner of her eyes, "I don't belong in this world, so I won't be comfortable even if I stay here. Now that I can do my last bit for these two worlds, my wish has been fulfilled. What's more, I've been tired for too long, and I've long wanted to rest."

He turned his back and walked in the direction of the Xuanwu knot. By this time the knot was cracked to pieces and there were chapped holes everywhere.

He walked over to Fairy Tramper and gave the man a complicated look, opening his mouth as if to say something.

But in the end, it was impossible to say it.

" young master "

"Xue young master"

Behind him is the top of death and life calling to him, but so what even if it is this time, his father or his mother is gone.

What's more, his life had nothing to do with another red earth in the first place, and if he were forced to stay, he wouldn't know how to handle himself.

Xue Meng sighed and raised a hand to rub the back of his neck where his veins were popping out, and suddenly grinned.

This is the way it is with age, there are always times when one suddenly becomes dizzy and disoriented. But there are advantages to getting older, for example, when he is dizzy, heaven and earth are not black and many times he can see the figure of Xue Zhengyong, Madame Wang's smile.

Many times he could see the three little ones from his teenage years, surrounding a white-clothed immortal daddy yelling, "Master, Master."

These are things that belong to him and no one can take them away.

"I visit my old friend and half a ghost," he gulped, and before anyone could react, he was through the Xuanwu rift and into the tidal wave.

He belonged to this red earth, even if he was in pieces and drifting in the human world, and he felt he should return here.

He didn't feel much pain, in fact it was like going to sleep in a drunken stupor.

May the rest of your life be increased with the Duke of Zhou.

You are allowed to carry the wine and return it.

It was a great pleasure. He, Xue Meng, had suffered for more than ten years and had finally found fulfilment and relief.

After a few moments of dead silence, all the disciples of the Peak of Death and Life fell to their knees, silent. The palace members of Snow Walk Palace suddenly seemed to react to something, and many of them looked at the Mei family brothers with sudden changes of colour.

"Come over here, big brother, not over there."

"Come back quickly you guys come back" "Oops, not coming back lah not coming back lah." Mei Hanxue smiled brightly as she waved at them from behind the boundary, "One Mei Hanxue can plague half of Xianxia's beautiful girls. If there were two of me in this world, it would be a mess. For the sake of the girls in this half of the world, I'm leaving, brothers. See you again in the jianghu."

Mei Hanxue stood beside her brother, looking at the long-lost Kunlun snow and the lofty sacred mountain of her master, and gave a formal salute to Ming Yuelou, who had long since passed away in her own time: "I, Mei Hanxue, bid farewell to my master today."

These two men seem to speak with ease, but everyone knows that their minds are already unshakable.

Ming Yuelou closes his eyes and a sigh falls into the wind.

The Mei family brothers stood beside the Xuanwu boundary, watching the last of the defenders squeeze through the crack in the gate of life and death, the younger brother smiled brightly, the older brother nodded, the heavy responsibility on their shoulders had been fulfilled. They faced the torrent of water, but as if relieved, they closed their eyes and plunged into the sea of the ocean a wave passed and their figures disappeared like the petals of a falling plum in the water.

At this point, all have either retreated behind the gates of life and death in time and space, or returned to the endless vastness of the sea.

At this point, the sound of the lyre clanged out.

Chu Wanning raises his eyes as Nine Songs returns as a golden light to his bones and blood. Kunlun On the snowy plains, he hunts in white, his back to the crowd.

For a moment no one knew what he was going to do.

"And the last bit of crack." Chu Wanning said, turning his face slightly sideways as the wind picked up, blowing his light coat and dark, broken hair.

"When I am gone, you will close it, and you will keep the peace of the present world."

""

After a few moments of silence, someone suddenly reacted and shouted, "Patriarch!"

" Master Chu "

Xue Meng almost stumbled through the snow of Kunlun with his hair standing on end: "Master, Master," but the path was so slippery and he was running so fast that he suddenly fell to the ground, his dark, beastly eyes staring up at Chu Wanning in panic.

"Master."

At the sound of his voice, Chu Wanning turned around.

His dark eyes looked away from him, and finally Chu Wanning said, "I'm sorry."

Sorry for what?

Xue Meng's pupils contracted in fear, as if the sky was being drilled open and someone was pouring white snow and cold ice into his skull.

I'm sorry for what? I'm sorry for his relationship with Mo Ran. I'm sorry for having cheated or for

Throats are saving and spittle is swallowed.

Or for

"Xue Meng finally broke down and fell to his knees on the snow-covered plain, bawling, "Don't you leave? Why are you all doing this? Why do you want to leave me alone?

Tears kept dripping down his blood-streaked face, washing out a white mark.

The heart-rending mournful cries seemed to be dug out of the throat and blood, as if the liver and guts were shattered and bloodied.

"Don't leave me behind come back ah you come back ah"

He howled like a beast, bowed on his knees in the snow, the snowflakes falling silently around him, as if he had become a man crushed to pieces by the drifting snow.

Never again could I stand up.

"Please come back."

What else do I have?

Father. Mother. Brother. Friends.

Even Dragoncity is broken.

Come back.

Don't take away the last of my backbone.

Master, please.

But Xue Meng doesn't know that Chu Wanning is dead.

A man, erected on the altar of the gods, carrying a burden too heavy to breathe because of his too great strength.

He watched as his lover closed his eyes in his arms.

He dismembered and mutilated his lover's body with his own hands.

He must draw his sword against his late friend.

Just one of these things would have been enough to empty his heart, let alone the fact that he had experienced them all. He could never go back.

I did my best to keep you alive.

So now, will you let me be selfish for a moment and let me die with him.

Chu Wanning has finally stepped through the gates of life and death, from the snowy land of Kunlun, where the dawn is about to break, back to the raging waters of the broken earth.

There, heaven and earth are without colour, and the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas have become oceans.

There, unaware of the morning and evening of the sun and moon, only the last man remains on the land of nine states.

Chu Wanning, dressed in white, came up behind the man and embraced him from behind. And then, lifting five slender fingers, he covered Fairy Tramper's bruised palm.

Fairy Tramper was shocked and turned around suddenly: "How did you"

Chu Wanning smiles, and beneath her long lashes are soft, dark phoenix eyes.

"I said so."

""

"Hell is too cold, I'll martyr you."

A warm body embraces a cold skeleton. Fairy Tramper's broken body was so badly shattered that almost all of her left leg had fallen apart and was reduced to mangled ash.

He had an extremely complicated look on his face, pursed his lips and finally looked away.

"You are the most annoying thing to this throne, why do I need you to keep me company."

Yet his heart felt like it had burst open, and all that gurgled out of it was tender and loving. He was only a corpse, but at that moment he suddenly felt so hot.

After a few moments of silence, Fairy Tramper suddenly turned back around: "Right. Actually, there is something. This seat should tell you."

"What is it."

He tilted his head up and took a breath against his stifled mind, then looked at Chu Wanning with determination, "Before I tell you, can you tell me the truth first?"

""

"Is it true that you hate me so much that you can't let go of me, is it just the ink clan master who died in your arms."

He finished these words with extremely humiliating wet red eyes.

If heaven and earth had not been overturned and life and death had not been seen, he was afraid that he would never in his life have sought the answer to this question with such a humble tone. He asked, only to feel so humiliated that he couldn't help but squeeze his fingers into fists only he suddenly realised that even the fingertips of his left hand were beginning to sand, slowly, little by little, turning to dust

After waiting for a long time without a reply from Chu Wanning, his feverish heart grew cold.

It was like the beating organ in the chest had been crushed and turned into mortar.

"Never mind." Fairy Tramper turned her head, "This seat knows the answer. It doesn't matter, this seat is anyway"

Before the words were out of his mouth, a warm hand cupped his cheek.

Chu Wanning looked at his face, broken and ugly and handsome, but his eyes were more sincere and passionate than ever.

"Are you stupid."

""

"It's all you." Chu Wanning embraced him. The Xuanwu knot flickered and darkened, and finally went out.

There is only darkness left in the world, and the last wave of the river comes in with winning pride, the sound of the rushing and trampling as if to mock how little human power there is, how dare it fight against life.

"That's what I said to him, too."

Chu Wanning embraces his vanishing lover, calm but solemn in his gaze, before the deluge, as the end tumbles down.

"Inkmaster or Fairy Tramper, it's all you."

The sanding has spread to the arms, gradually encroaching towards the chest.

Black eyes stare at each other.

Chu Wanning said, "I'll always be your man too."

"Never regret it."

Fairy Tramper froze and closed her eyes suddenly, tears faint under her long lashes.

He finally took off his cold mask and his brow slowly relaxed. He wrapped his remaining hand tightly around Chu Wanning's back, holding his lover against his chest as he dipped his head and kissed Chu Wanning's hair, his cheek rubbing lovingly against his lover's forehead.

"You're right." He sighed, "I was the one who was stupid"

Fairy Tramper murmured, "Wangning, I'm sorry."

How many years of love and hate, most of a lifetime of grudges and grievances, all settled in this sigh of relief.

After a few moments, Chu Wanning heard him pressed against his ear, his voice low and deep, a peace that Fairy Tramper had seldom had in her life: "Well, there's not much time left before I tell you the secret."

"What's the secret?"

Fairy Tramper lowered her eyes, "Something to do with the Ink Sovereign."

""

"Actually, I could feel it ever since I fused with his heart." He paused, "Patriarch Mo's soul fused in my body."

"" Chu Wanning was stunned, then looked up at Fairy Tramper's smiling face in disbelief.

"Those fragments of souls have always been inside me. It's just that I have a heart like a stubborn stone, and I feel that I have my own determination even if I am a fragmented body and a wisp of a conscious soul. So I am not willing to fuse with those two souls and seven spirits."

"But at this point, it would be unjust if I were the only one who could confess to you."

""

" Wangning "

Fairy Tramper closes her eyes, the pale smile on her face fading.

"Don't feel bad, he's always there."

""

At Chu Wanning's startled gaze, in a moment's time, Fairy Tramper reopened her eyes, the same eyes, but not so dark as to be purple, but pure and gentle.

" Mo Ran "

In the midst of the whale's wave, Mo Ran said nothing first, but held him tightly and sank with him into the pale ocean, the depths of the flood of destruction.

Splashes of water and crystalline bubbles tumble around, and in the blue sea, Mo Ran opens her eyes.

The sea is deep, like the affection in those dark eyes.

In the midst of the wave, Mo Ran's lips are parted as he speaks silently to Chu Wanning.

Don't worry, Master, it's me.

I'm always on.

And later too.

So go back. Don't stay here.

Believe me, I'll be fine and I'll do my best to see you and be there for you.

I am waiting for you in another world.

Lips opening and closing, he finally summoned the Seeing Ghost, who wrapped his body around Chu Wanning and carried him to the last inch of the gaping doorway of life and death.

" Mo Ran Mo Ran what do you mean by that you bastard what do you mean"

Mo Ran smilingly floats and sinks in the water, his shattered and broken body has sanded down to his face, the face that had been mad, sweet, innocent and evil, the face that had been both right and wrong, all at this point reduced to mottled dust and bits of crumbs.

Fade away.

Go back. Wangning .

You have to trust me.

I'll be fine, I'll always be there for you.

To forever.