- Chapter 147 1 (1/2)

A Promise

Was it worth it?

What would it be even if it was worthy or not?

In the rain, Ning Fan’s thoughts condensed. He opened his eyes and gazed at Hu Fengzi’s grave calmly.

Perhaps it was not worth it after all…

However, if Ning Fan was in Hu Fengzi’s shoes, he would certainly do what Hu Fengzi did. He would sacrifice his life for the future of his clan.

The rain was formed in the sky and fell to the ground. The rain moisturized the grass and trees, giving life to all creatures… Water, rivers and sea were not the reason the people named it as rain. It got its name because of its Dao.

“If it is judged based on value, everything that is done on this world has its own worth. However, different people perceived different value for their actions. We all have our own Dao. And, I have my own! My Dao carried Que Shenzi’s mark. My Dao bears the similarity with Hu Fengzi’s. My Dao had the shadow of my master. However, my Dao is different from all of them. There are countless drops of rain in the world. I am just one of the drops, the one and the only drop…

“The old me was too obsessed with the idea of breaking through to Void Fragmentation realm within 100 years. Unknowingly, my impatience was just like a strong wind, blowing the drops of rain off the track of growth. In contrast with my cultivation, the aura of the Heart’s Devil became stronger than before. Now, I only have 70% chance to exterminate my Heart’s Devil!

“While condensing the Divine Intent of Rain, I have fused the third intent realm into it. It was not the battle realm, but the realm of loneliness. Loneliness brings the feelings of coldness. Coincidentally, it was the perfect representation of the moonlight in the night sky…”

At that moment, Ning Fan raised his head and looked at the moon. The moonlight quivered and slanted slightly, fusing with the rain. Shortly after, the rain around the mountain under the moonlight became piercingly cold. The coldness was not the cold felt by the skin. It was the lack of affection, the loneliness within the heart. A cultivator’s magical power could not withstand such Divine Intent, unless the cultivator had another Divine Intent!

Hu Ming from the Hu clan rushed to the Cold Moon Mountain without resting after receiving the order from Ning Fan.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he felt that the rain became extremely cold… Since the day he embarked on the path of cultivation, his body became stronger compared to normal people. He seldom felt cold. Even when he encountered cultivators who practiced Ice Magical Technique, the coldness could only be felt from the skin, but not the heart.

This rain made Hu Ming feel helpless and lost for the first time after ten years of cultivation.

The loneliness was just like the moonlight blending into the rain!

This feeling of emptiness was irrepressible. Weakness started to seep into Hu Ming’s heart who was once firm and tenacious.

He reminisced the night when calamity landed on Hu clan. He reminisced his grandfather, and the great elder who sacrificed themselves in the hands of the Giant Demon in order to save him.

Now, all of them were dead… In his mind, it seemed like it was only him who was left in the world, watching the rain and the moon alone. Loneliness was what’s left in him.

“It was tiring, very tiring. I, the successor of Hu clan, was planted with a *Mental Seal by an outsider. In the past, the strength of my family was incomparable. However, after the battle with a formidable enemy, decline was the only fate of my family. Hehe. What’s the purpose of living on? Death was a better choice after all!

The next second, he drew his sword from his waist, and planned to commit suicide!

In his eyes, there was only desolation left. That desolation actually carried a trace of insanity which was caused by could only be witnessed when one was possessed by evil spirits!

All of these happened because his thought was invaded by the Divine Intent of Rain unconsciously.

At the precise moment when he placed the sword on his throat, a gentle voice was heard from the peak of the mountain under the moonlight.

“Be awake now!”

Under the effect of that voice, the rain and the moonlight broke apart. It scattered the realm of loneliness. Hu Ming who had already pierced the skin of his neck for half an inch was completely awakened. He was drenched in cold sweat, horrified.

What had happened just now? I almost killed myself? This is absurd!

No, it wasn’t absurd at all. In fact, there was someone performing Divine Ability. It was not an illusion technique! It was even better than most illusion techniques. It was Hu Ming’s first time encountering such ability!

Without a doubt, the one who cast the ability was Revered Ning who was at the summit of the mountain!

“Revered Ning of Sinister Sparrow Sect is just too strong! Without using magical power, he was able to influence me to commit suicide with some strange Divine Ability. His cultivation is too terrifying!”

However, thinking from another perspective, Hu Ming did not understand it at all. Ning Fan had planted a Mental Seal on me. If he wanted to kill me, he just had to use his spirit sense to crush my Sea of Consciousness, taking my life. There is no point for such an inconvenience.

It seemed like Ning Fan had no intention of killing me. It was the absence of luck. It was me who was unlucky enough to arrive when Ning Fan was refining his magical power and Divine Ability..