Chapter 35: The Mockery of Ten Thousand Years Ago

  Su Ming was taken aback, and when he looked again, the red glow of the moon seemed to have disappeared, as if the previous scene had been just an illusion. Su Ming's expression turned solemn, he didn't think he would have such an illusion, at this moment, his eyes were fixed on the small holes staring at the bright moon outside, and he fell into deep thought.

  Time slowly passed, and as Su Ming looked on, the red glow in the cave dissipated because it was no longer circulating his internal energy. After a long while, Su Ming furrowed his brow.

  "Could it be that it's just an illusion..." Su Ming sighed softly, about to close his eyes and ignore the matter, but just as his eyelids were about to shut, his pupils suddenly constricted.

  "Not right!" He seemed to have grasped some thoughts, but those thoughts were elusive and fleeting, as if they could disappear at any moment, making it hard to sort them out.

  "Red moon... red moon... red..." Su Ming muttered to himself, suddenly lowering his head to look at his own body. In his mind's eye, he recalled the moment when he had just seen the red moon, as if he was now in a state of complete dispersion of medicinal effects, with blood circulating and a red glow emanating from him, illuminating the cave.

  His gaze brightened as his thoughts gradually cleared, and the vague thoughts in his mind also slowly became clear. After a moment, Su Ming opened his eyes without thinking, circulated the blood in his body, and suddenly all nineteen blood lines on his body appeared, emitting a dazzling red glow that not only enveloped his body in red light but also illuminated the entire cave with a reddish hue.

  Su Ming's eyes stared at the bright moon outside the small holes, under the bloody light around him, he took a deep breath, his expression becoming increasingly solemn and more enlightened.

  At this moment, the moon he saw had turned red!

  That red is not the moon, but the earth being enveloped in a reddish haze. Su Ming looked at the bright moon through the red light, and naturally had an illusion that the moon was turning red.

  "The way of the barbarians is fierce and unyielding, exhausting all corners of the world. The remaining flames melt blood, thoughts emerge from the ashes, thoughts are exhausted in the void... Like a fire that emerges from the clouds, the vastness of heaven and earth... At that time, silently pondering, blood and fire overlap, nine as the extreme, one as the law, burning barbarian fire nine times, becoming the common way of burning fire!" Su Ming gazed at the red moon, muttering to himself.

  "At that moment, he was deep in thought... At that moment, he was deep in thought... The meaning of this sentence is to quietly think and imagine at the moment when you see the fire moon... But what exactly is being imagined? ...Blood and fire burning together, nine as extreme, one as law, burning fierce fire nine times, becoming the commonality of fire worship... No, this sentence has nothing to do with imagination, but rather action." Su Ming furrowed his brow, at this moment his blood was constantly circulating, making the red light here more and more intense, making the bright moon's red even clearer in his eyes.

  "Imagine..." Su Ming's eyes suddenly flashed, and his mind was like a thunderstorm.

  "Could it be that this sentence should be read like this... When the fire moon rises from the clouds, in the vastness of the heavens and earth, then silently ponder! If so, then the meaning is greatly different, saying not to imagine when the fire moon appears, but to imagine the appearance of the fire moon!" Su Ming's whole body shook, he faintly felt that he had grasped the key point!

  He took a deep breath, silently imagining in his heart that the moon in the sky had turned red. This imagination was repeated over and over again in Su Ming's mind as time passed, until finally, he was almost completely absorbed in it, forgetting the circulation of blood within him, neglecting the fact that the snow light inside the cave had all dissipated and returned to normal.

  He tilted his head back and stared at the bright moon outside the small holes with his eyes wide open, and the fantasies in his mind overlapped more and more.

  "Red moon... burning moon..." Su Ming murmured, and in his eyes, the moon was glowing red, that redness growing more intense, slowly making the entire moon a deep crimson.

  At this moment, Su Ming's body hair stood on end as he felt a subtle relaxation. He vaguely sensed that in the red moon in his eyes, there were threads of red fine lines descending from the sky, flowing through several small holes, and merging with his own eyes, subtly circulating into his body, blending with his blood.

  A cool sensation emerged all over his body, and after merging with the blood, it made the Qi and blood in his body circulate on its own. As it flowed slowly, Su Ming was dazed and unaware of anything else, except for that one red moon which grew bigger and clearer in his eyes.

  The red in that moon seemed to contain a strange power, and as the moonlight fell, it pierced into his body.

  Time slowly passed, and Xiao Hong woke up early, staring blankly at Su Ming in the distance, with a puzzled expression in her eyes. She even looked out through the small holes and saw the moon outside, but to her, the moon was no different from usual. She scratched her head, unable to figure out what Su Ming was thinking about.

  No one noticed that at this moment, in the five mountain peaks of Wushan, all the places where the moon wings rested and slept also underwent a strange change!

  Especially in the depths of that black flame peak, in the basin covered with flames, on that huge red tree trunk, countless lines wandered, and from time to time, a face with wings like a crescent moon appeared. The expression on that face was not ferocious, nor sad, but a kind of infatuation and excitement.

  I don't know what they're excited about, but I can tell from their rapid movements inside the tree trunk that they're extremely agitated.

  As if they wanted to struggle out of that tree trunk, but were stopped by some kind of force and could not appear.

  It's as if they felt something, perhaps a call, or perhaps... worship... or perhaps... the passage of their brutal ancient years.

  Under the rolling flames that rose with bubbles of molten lava, in the ancient ruins of a savage tribe from millennia ago, the skeletal remains at the edge were soaked in hot magma, seemingly unchanged. However, where his finger pointed, on the wall, the inscription that Su Ming had once seen was now a blank slate.

  Nothing...not erased by human hands, but as if it had never appeared in the eternal years.

  The skeleton next to him was just a pile of bones, but at this moment, the hint of mockery and pride on its face was particularly striking.

  Perhaps he was mocking not his own death scene, but what came after...

  At night, when the moon in the sky had a hint of dispersing, it was like the moment when the dawn broke and the sun was about to rise. In this dark forest, there was a figure shrouded in black robes, slowly walking towards the distance.

  This figure was the person who existed in the Black Mountain tribe that day. He walked very slowly, but every step he took seemed to make his body appear illusory, and he directly passed through countless withered trees.

  "Still, there's nothing here... where is it?!" The figure seemed to let out a soft sigh, and spoke in a hoarse voice. It gradually walked away into the distance, and vanished when the morning sun first appeared in the sky.

  In the name of Xu Liguo who is now unknown where he is carefree and happy, let's double it~~~