2085 Wither
A long, long time later…
“Let’s go back,”
Taking a deep breath of air, Su Zimo tried his best to reveal a relaxed smile. “You’ve been out for so long. It’s time for you to head back and take a look.”
Ji Yaoxue nodded slightly.
A fox dies in its hole and a leaf lands at its roots.
In the end, she still had to return to Tianhuang Mainland.
The two of them returned from the minor chiliocosm in silence the entire way.
Su Zimo could sense that Ji Yaoxue’s lifeforce was getting weaker and her life was hanging by a thread.
By the time she arrived at Tianhuang Mainland, it was already difficult for her to stand on her own.
She leaned against Su Zimo’s side gently and sensed the familiar aura of this world. She stood in silence in a daze, deep in thought.
“To Great Zhou?”
Su Zimo asked softly.
Ji Yaoxue raised her head and looked at Su Zimo, smiling. “I’ve thought of a good place. Let’s go there.”
Su Zimo looked at Ji Yaoxue’s smile and blurted, “Cang Lang Mountain Range?”
“I knew you would guess correctly,”
Ji Yaoxue smiled gently.
That was the place where they first met.
“Alright,”
Su Zimo nodded and tore through the void with Ji Yaoxue, descending above Cang Lang Mountain Range.
The moment he arrived, Su Zimo changed into a set of green robes.
He swept his spirit consciousness and quickly located the cave where the two of them had been.
Several thousand years had passed.
The cave was filled with dust and no one had been here for a long time.
Su Zimo’s spirit consciousness moved slightly and he waved his sleeves gently, wiping away all the dust in the cave. He supported Ji Yaoxue and entered.
“We’re back,”
Ji Yaoxue smiled gently and whispered.
She looked around and an indescribable feeling surged in her heart. It seemed like joy but also sadness.
Su Zimo felt Ji Yaoxue’s body getting heavier.
Initially, she could stand just by leaning against him gently.
But now, it was no longer possible.
“You must be tired. Let’s rest for a while,”
When Su Zimo saw the fatigue on Ji Yaoxue’s face, he supported her to lie down slowly so that she could lean against his embrace.
Ji Yaoxue’s face turned paler and her breathing turned weaker while her eyelids became heavier.
Su Zimo hugged her gently in silence.
Although he was the Eternal Martial Emperor and established the Martial Dao, he could only watch helplessly as Ji Yaoxue was passing on.
Ji Yaoxue lowered her head in a daze and closed her eyes gradually.
She felt a deep sense of fatigue.
She knew that she would never wake up again.
All of a sudden!
A drop of boiling water landed on her cheek, waking her up.
Ji Yaoxue opened her eyes once more. There was a glint in her eyes and she had more strength in her body. Raising her palm, she caressed Su Zimo’s cheek gently. “Zimo, you’re crying.”
Su Zimo’s eyes were red as he shook his head gently.
“I don’t want to sleep. Zimo, talk to me,”
Ji Yaoxue said softly with a gentle gaze.
“Alright,”
Su Zimo spoke with a choked voice.
“Zimo, you don’t have to be too sad. Everyone has their own fates and it can’t be forced. Just bury me here after I die.”
“We have a shallow affinity in this lifetime, but I’m already satisfied with your thousand years of companionship.”
“I know that even if everyone forgets about me, there will still be someone in this world who cares about me. I’m very happy.”
“I’ll be happy even after I die…”
Ji Yaoxue smiled with a sparkling tear in the corner of her eye.
“Do you remember the first time we met?”
Su Zimo endured the pain in his heart and recalled the past. “At that time, I did not have a spirit root and did not know anything. I held the snatched storage bag but could not open it no matter how I tossed and turned.”
“I remember,”
Ji Yaoxue smiled. “You were so stupid back then.”
At the mention of the past by Su Zimo, Ji Yaoxue was invigorated as well.
Initially, she could still converse with Su Zimo.
However, as time passed by, Su Zimo was the one who spoke most of the time. She only replied occasionally and her voice became softer.
Gradually, she stopped talking and merely smiled gently. She looked at Su Zimo with a hint of reluctance and nostalgia in her eyes.
Ji Yaoxue closed her eyes slowly.
In her eyes, Su Zimo’s appearance gradually blurred, leaving only that upright green robe that was forever etched in her memories.
Even if her soul was destroyed and she was reincarnated for all eternity, she would not forget it!
Su Zimo hugged Ji Yaoxue and his voice paused for a moment, as though he sensed something.
He could no longer sense Ji Yaoxue’s lifeforce or hear that gentle and pleasant voice.
However, he did not dare to look down.
His heart skipped a beat and he felt a lump in his throat. He could not help but take a deep breath and continue speaking, as though he hoped that the person in his embrace would respond.
It did not matter if it was just a single word, sigh or his name, Zimo.
Su Zimo muttered to himself for a long time.
However, the cave was silent and his voice was the only thing that reverberated.
Su Zimo hugged Ji Yaoxue in a daze. His voice weakened and his expression was adrift as images flashed before his eyes.
“I’m Yaoxue of Azure Frost Sect. Thank you for saving me, Fellow Daoist,”
At that time, the two of them first met.
“Zimo, I’ve already said that we’ll definitely meet again,”
At that time, a woman with an imperial edict conferred Su Hong the title of King of Yan. When she walked out of the carriage, she smiled at Su Zimo and the sky seemed to have lost its color.
“Zimo, how is it?”
Right in front of everyone in the palace of Great Zhou, the third princess of Great Zhou came before him and turned around gently, lifting her pale yellow dress. She blinked her bright eyes and smiled like a flower.
“Zimo, today is your death anniversary. I’m here to visit you,”
Su Zimo could vaguely hear sobbing sounds coming from the Dragon Burial Valley.
“I’m now the Empress of Great Zhou. In the palace, in front of others, I don’t dare to and neither can I cry.”
“This is the only place where I can cry without holding myself back. Zimo, you must not laugh at me.”
“Zimo, don’t worry. I’ve already hid Mr. Su Hong. Unless I die, nobody will be able to find him. It’s just that…”
Dragon Burial Valley, an unlucky place.
Countless experts had been buried in the past 10,000 years.
Back then, countless living beings wanted nothing more than to avoid it.
However, a woman ignored the danger and crossed the Great Qian Ruins and the encirclement of countless otherworldly soldiers to pay her respects at the Dragon Burial Valley.
The woman stood by the Dragon Burial Valley and spent an entire day chatting.
For a full 20 years, she visited on the same day every year without stopping.
But now, this woman was lying in his embrace and would never wake up.
Su Zimo lowered his head slowly and looked over.
Ji Yaoxue laid quietly in his embrace. Her skin was fair and she was quiet and peaceful with a smile on her lips, resembling a young girl deep in slumber.
Instantly, Su Zimo could not contain his sadness and tears streamed down his face.
