Volume 1: Life is Like First Love Chapter 157: Indifferent Eyes

  Su Ming's entire body shook, and his mind immediately had a deafening sound. This sound was desolate and boundless, as if it contained infinite years, like drifting in the long river of time for countless years, as if echoing from the soul.

  Su Ming's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes were momentarily filled with confusion.

  This hoarse and vicissitudinous voice turned into countless echoes in his mind, spreading throughout his body, like a wave of ripples emanating from Su Ming's body, causing his body to involuntarily pause.

  "You...... finally...... came......"

  "Old Ancestor of Handan Mountain!" Su Ming's face changed, fortunately he was wearing a mask and his head was lowered, so no one noticed his abnormality. This voice kept echoing in Su Ming's mind, finally like thunder booming, making Su Ming's face turn pale, as if he had entered a nightmare.

  "Lord Mo Su?" Came the tense voice of Dongfanghua beside him, Dongfanghua was the first to discover that something was amiss with Mo Su, he saw Mo Su freeze up like a statue the moment his foot stepped onto the red ground.

  "There's nothing... the ground in this passage is a bit strange." Su Ming let out a deep breath, and stepped forward one step at a time on the red ground. In front of him, Nan Tian and others turned their heads to look back at Su Ming, with a questioning expression.

  Nan Tian narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Ming carefully. He was somewhat skeptical of the other's words, but couldn't find any flaws.

  "Mò brother's first step into this place, feeling strange and natural, the deeper this passage goes, the ground is more crimson, like blood stains."

  "It's even more so in the tomb where the old ancestor of Handan Mountain sat and became a Buddha." Nantian said, turning around and continuing to walk forward.

  Dongfang Hua followed closely behind Su Ming, his heart racing with excitement. Previously, he had been the closest to Su Ming, so he felt something that Nan Tian and the others hadn't noticed - a strange sensation in the air. In that instant, it seemed as though he saw Su Ming's hair fluttering in the windless space, and the mask on his face underwent some kind of eerie transformation. It was an indescribable feeling, as if the mask had suddenly come to life.

  He didn't dare say more and followed Su Ming's side, carefully moving forward.

  Su Ming remained silent all the way, he didn't need to ask, through the expressions of Dongfang Hu and Nan Tian Xuan Lun's group, he could judge that the desolate voice just now, they hadn't heard it, only himself had.

  Faintly, Su Ming felt a weak summons coming from the end of this passage, slowly spreading outwards. As he moved forward, the feeling grew stronger.

  "Huan Shan Lao Zu really didn't die, this voice must be his, but why did he say... finally..." Su Ming's right hand clenched into a fist, his fingernails digging deep into the flesh, very painful.

  But this pain, compared with the confusion brought by a huge puzzle in his heart, made him feel that he was truly existing.

  He needs pain to make himself not hollow.

  He didn't want to think about Han Cangzi's pitiful and complex gaze, nor did he want to ponder why Nantian hadn't mentioned the barbaric tribe's great affair of sealing away the Fire Barbarian with the ancient art of Wan Gu Yi Zao.

  He didn't want to think about it anymore, but the words that came out of his mouth just now were... "What exactly happened to me!! What did I forget in my memory!! I clearly haven't forgotten anything, but..." Su Ming's fist clenched even tighter.

  As Nantian said, as they advanced, the red on the ground became increasingly vibrant, until finally it was enough to make one's eyes widen in shock, as if walking on a sea of congealed blood.

  Although he had come many times, every time he walked on this red ground, he would have an uncontrollable feeling of being startled and frightened. Although he knew there was no danger in the passage, he still couldn't help but be highly vigilant and alert.

  The ugly anger behind him, his face pale, his heart pounding, the red on the ground made him vaguely feel a sense of violence, but he could hold it in.

  Xuan Lun, like Su Ming, was also here for the first time. He gazed at the red color, trying not to look, but after walking a certain distance, he couldn't ignore the bright red on the ground. As he looked, his face turned ferocious, and vaguely, he seemed to see the vengeful spirits of countless people he had killed in his lifetime, their faces appearing on the ground, emitting mournful and shrill voices towards him.

  Xuan Lun coldly snorted, not caring in the slightest. He was born ruthless and had killed too many people in his lifetime. In his heart, he secretly decided to see how many illusions would appear on this road.

  "This road, everyone must be determined and focused... This road will not cause us any actual harm, its strange place is that in each person's eyes, it will reflect different illusions, but they are not strong, I have experienced many times, just endure and it will pass." Nan Tian's voice came as if from a thousand mountains and rivers away.

  The Easterner's face broke into a smile, that smile was very self-satisfied, revealing a hint of infatuation. He walked past Su Ming, taking big strides, looking at the red on the ground, his smile growing thicker and thicker.

  He saw himself successfully breaking through the dust on this red ground, and after successfully refining his thirteenth vertebra, he returned it to its ancestral form, transforming it into a true barbaric bone, bursting all the way to the Barbaric Soul Realm.

  He saw himself becoming a barbaric soul, standing between heaven and earth, laughing loudly at the sky, seeing countless barbarians on the ground kneeling in worship, these people respectfully looking at him, looking at his Eastern Splendor, in the moment of becoming a barbaric soul realm, to condense out his own barbaric image!

  Su Ming walked silently, his eyes were bewildered, as he continued to move forward, the red earth made him see the familiar tribe and the familiar Wushan from inside.

  He saw Leichan smiling foolishly and Liu Didi leaning against the wall, closing her eyes and playing a mournful tune on her flute.

  He saw Dustine pulling North Ling's hand, a sweet smile on his face, North Ling with his back to him, the wind blowing his hair... He saw Ula, this was not a beautiful girl, her face full of blood, falling into his arms, muttering the name Mo Su.

  He saw the little girl hugging Pipi, blinking her eyes and whispering in her ear with a tender voice: "Su Ming brother, Tongtong has a secret, I'll tell you when you come back."

  He saw Ah Gong... saw the white spirit standing alone in the wind and snow... He watched as White Spirit's hair slowly turned white, watching her hold a beast tooth in her hand. The wind and snow were heavy, blocking his line of sight, but couldn't stop Su Ming from seeing the tears on White Spirit's face.

  As he watched, Su Ming bit his lip, all the beauty and sorrow were revealed on this red ground, just at this moment, Su Ming's body suddenly trembled, he saw that these exposed things were swept away by a large black hand from the sky, in an instant, those familiar figures, familiar everything, all became fragments.

  Behind the fragments is a pitch-black void, and in that void, there is a pair of eyes.

  These eyes are coldly staring at themselves, revealing a lack of emotion, as if no feelings exist within this world, only an air of detachment that dominates.

  "You've let me down..."

  Su Ming's mind was shaken by a sudden vibration, a kind of unprecedented tension suddenly arose, making him suddenly wake up. The road was still this path, and the ground under his feet was still that red earth.

  He stood there with his eyes closed, motionless, his expression was very strange, sometimes smiling, sometimes distorted, sometimes complacent and extraordinary, as if he was enjoying his own mind game.

  The wheel leaned against the wall, with a ferocious expression, revealing a cruel and helpless air at the same time.

  He knelt on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light, as if he was furious to the extreme, but in him, you saw not only anger, but also a hint of weakness.

  Dongfang Hua seemed to have gone mad, pacing back and forth continuously, his hands stretched out, laughing loudly with a look of satisfaction and pride on his face, immersed in his own world, unwilling to wake up.

  Looking at these people, Su Ming had an impulse. If he were to make a move now, he could easily kill everyone, including Xuan Lun and Nan Tian.

  "Nan Tian wouldn't put himself in a desperate situation, yet at this moment he had lost consciousness and was immersed in this state... He had entered here many times and wouldn't make this mistake... So to say, either he did it on purpose or... there were changes in this place that even he didn't know about." Su Ming closed his eyes, recalling the desolate voice in his mind when he first entered this red land.

  It also reminded me of the scenes I saw in this red earth's illusion, which finally froze in that dark place, a pair of cold eyes, and those distant words.

  "Is the change here because of my arrival...? Mount Huan's Old Ancestor, why did you do this...?" Su Ming opened his eyes and looked ahead. This was already the end of the passageway. In front of him was a smooth stone wall with countless grooves that drew out complex patterns.

  Wave after wave of faint light emanated from the stone wall, and as Su Ming looked at it, he felt a powerful force of obstruction on the stone wall.

  "This should be one of the restricted areas." Su Ming murmured, his eyes scanning over Chou Nu, Dongfang Hu, Nan Tian and Xuan Lun's faces, he always felt that these four people's expressions and behavior seemed to contain something.

  "They saw some pictures of their own on this red ground, just like me..."

  Su Ming fell silent, what he remembered most deeply was the scene he had seen at the end, those cold and emotionless eyes, and that sentence.

  "Your words... are very disappointing..." The tone was devoid of any emotion, cold as unmelting ice.

  "This sentence, and that gaze, why did they appear in my vision... Why was I so tense... very tense... and also, very afraid..." Su Ming didn't choose to kill anyone, but instead stood there, his first glance falling on Dongfang Hua, watching as Dongfang Hua walked back and forth, the complacency in his expression quite evident.

  "We may look different, but our experiences are the same; perhaps I can find answers from them..."