322: Chapter 63: The Distant Him (6K)_2 322: Chapter 63: The Distant Him (6K)_2 Every word, filled with Tao Rules, was like a divine command, making the entire heavens and earth tremble.
In fact, there was no need for him to speak.
At this moment, the old woman sitting in the wheelchair was down to her last breath, like a candle burning out in the wind.
She should never have removed the “Dao Fruit,” for it was only after two decades with Qing Li that she accidentally glimpsed this Dao…
Now the Tao Rules were nearly extinguished, and her life would go out with them.
The old woman’s orifices were shattered, her skin oozing fresh blood, staining her clothes red.
Such immense power bursting forth from this ant-like body was bound to come at a cost.
Cicadas in spring, singing in winter, must meet Silent Annihilation.
Prince Jiu breathed deeply, extended his palm, and aimed it at the faint figure at the far end of the alley.
The old woman seemed to sense something.
Slowly, she looked up.
She smiled as she gazed at the fluttering royal robe hanging in the air.
Actually, after the Tao Rules had burnt out, her vision had already blurred, and she could no longer see the outside world clearly.
Prince Jiu clenched his fist coldly.
A loud “Boom” exploded at the end of the shattered alley!
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[“I have no name.”]
[“Those who died in that battle, the grudges that perished wandering in the Great Yue Kingdom, they actually have no names.”]
[“A thousand years…
it’s really too long, so long that we’ve forgotten everything, even who we are.”]
[“Shan Man, actually, is a name He gave me.”]
[“He said a person should have a name in their life…
Since I’ve lived again, I should have a pretty name.”]
[“He also said, deep in my Soul Sea, lies the Jade Scroll of the Historian clan of the Great Yue.
Using history as a mirror, one can distinguish right from wrong.
The Great Yue perished, history now past, if it could be done over, we should look forward, not backward.”]
[“The meaning of ‘Shan Man’ is a wise person who sees the future.”]
[“It’s a good name, I like it a lot.”]
[“I like ‘Shan Man.'”]
[“And I like Him even more, the one who named me.”]
[“But…
He said He has no name.”]
[“I spent my whole life chasing the answer to one question.”]
[“Who is He, actually?”]
They say that after death, one will see either endless darkness or infinite light.
This depends on what a person has done in their life.
The so-called retribution of good and evil is exactly like this…
It’s just a pity.
I died too young.
After death, my mind was chaotic, a blend of black and white.
However, I should consider myself lucky.
Because a thousand years later, I saw endless Holy Light and “He” standing in the midst of the Holy Light.
The Great Yue Kingdom has nine million lost souls, wandering aimlessly in the void.
Perhaps only one in a thousand of these fortunate souls will fall from the void, return to the earth, and live another life.
One percent of the lucky ones.
Can meet Him.
In the end…
it was probably only I who stayed by His side, accompanying Him through this long era.
It was one in ten million chance.
It was also a fate destined by the heavens.
Initially, I knew nothing, knowing only to follow by His side, always feeling endless warmth, forever a gentle breeze…
After many years, I gradually learned to read, and finally understood what the Great Yue Kingdom was, what ancient shattered history was, how fortunate it was to be alive by His side.
Later, I accompanied Him, walking “the world” together.
Books say.
This world is vast, with Sword Immortals flying with Sword Control, giants swallowing cities, and Saints moving mountains and seas…
But this place is different from what the books say.
Here there’s only endless gloom and choking fog.
It turns out my “world” is very small.
So small that it only takes a few years to traverse it completely.
Here there seem to be only straight shattered alleys and densely packed crumbling buildings.
He took me through this ancient nation, across the ruined alleys, evading cavalry pursuits.
Finally.
He took me to the most beautiful place here.
He said, this place is called the Great Yue Well.
Everyone in this world, as long as they are sincere, can see in front of the well whatever they most wish to see in their hearts.
The first time I went to the Great Yue Well, I dared not look much.
Having made it to the edge of the well, I only dared to cover my eyes cautiously, spying through my fingers at the well’s secrets below.
The reason for this is simple.
I was scared.
The well was too deep, I was afraid of falling down and never seeing Him again.
I was afraid that this life, barely salvaged from chaos, due to longing for the beautiful scenery, would just end pathetically…
just like those Li Mei trampled by the cavalry, who received their “life” after much difficulty and should blossom brightly like flowers, only to be easily shattered by some catastrophe.
“What did you see?”
The first time, He asked me this question.
I didn’t know how to answer.
Maybe it was because I didn’t dare to look.
Or maybe my heart wasn’t sincere.
Through the gaps between my fingers, I only saw two reflections by the well, one large, one small, huddled together.
Enveloped in Holy Light, He was holding little me; although there was no wind, “we” in the water were so fragmented, scattered swaying, turning into thousands and tens of thousands.
I regretted it.
Not being bolder.
Some things, once missed, require a long, long wait.
The me who was young back then dared not look at the Great Yue Well.
I could never have imagined…
that the next time I stood by the Great Yue Well, I would need to wait for decades.
And by that time, He was no longer the same as before, covered in holy light, divinely untouchable.
Decades later.
I came to the Great Yue Well again, this time leading Him.
Still one large, one small.
Only…
He had forgotten past events and had become blind, unable to see the scenes in the well anymore.