C133 (1/2)

Life and death are intertwined, life and death are intertwined … Everything I've done in the past hundred years was wrong. I only wanted to comprehend the Spiritual Sense in this painting, but sadly, I was wrong from the very start. Shen Ao Cang's voice was filled with helplessness and sorrow.

He seemed to be talking to himself, and his tone was dispirited.

If I had known more about her, then perhaps I wouldn't have stuck to the divine sense of the painting and instead would have studied the flowers inside it. If that was the case, it wouldn't take long for me to unlock it.

But...

It took me a hundred years.

Yi Zhou sighed in his heart. If he had known a little more, how could he have taken such a detour? However, the price he had to pay was a hundred years of separation.

If they knew each other better, they wouldn't have to miss it.

Yun Rong, I, I'm sorry.

Tears flowed down from the corners of Shen Ao Cang's eyes. He lay on the ground with a stiff expression on his face, as though he was a dead man.

The sorrow is greater than the death of the heart.

His heart, when comprehending the words' life and death together ', was already dead.

At this moment, it was bone-chilling cold.

Right at this moment, Yi Zhou's eyes flashed, Shen Ao Cang's scattered black hair instantly turned white, in that instant, his head full of white hair.

And he, had become much older.

Shen Ao Cang slowly closed his eyes as tears rolled down his face. Yi Zhou sat beside him, not knowing what to say.

The person he spoke of, Yun Rong, what kind of woman was she?

She must be very disappointed when she couldn't get the news that he was studying her.

Sometimes, in an instant, it would be forever separated.

Yi Zhou looked at Shen Ao Cang and sighed, he did not disturb him, but quietly sat down not too far away, just in case something happened to him.

This entire space had become extremely quiet, and very soon, night fell. The bright moonlight poured down from the sky, and landed on Yi Zhou's body.

At this moment, Shen Ao Cang opened his eyes. He raised his head and stared at the starlight that filled the skies, his gaze filled with disappointment.

Shen Ao Cang, everything is because of your cowardice.

How talented she was back then, how many suitors could she have? Compared to others, what could the you at that time be counted for? However, she didn't mind. After getting along for so long, drop by drop, can't you feel the other party's feelings for you?

How many offers did she make for you? And which one of those rejected is worse than you? Why did she do that?

When she became the Holy Empress of the Ancient River of Forgetfulness, her heart would still be thinking about you. At that time, just how disappointed would she be in you?!

Even if you hadn't comprehended the four paintings back then, if you had asked, she would have followed you at any cost. But what about you? Cowardice, cowardice, inferiority.

Shen Ao Cang, you are really stupid.

He was extremely stupid.

Shen Ao Cang thought about the events of the past, his heart was filled with desolation. He looked up into the night sky, where the moon was missing and the wind was blowing gently. He was lonely and desolate.

At that time, she too should have felt the same.

Before he knew it, the night had passed. The morning air was a little chilly, and the air was filled with a faint mist.

Yi Zhou opened his eyes, only to see that Shen Ao Cang still sat there quietly, with a lifeless look in his eyes as he stared at the empty sky.

Senior Shen. Yi Zhou shouted.

He woke up? At this moment, he appeared extremely calm, as if he had already walked out from the shadow of yesterday.

Yes. Yi Zhou nodded.

Come with me to pick the flowers. Shen Ao Cang laughed, stood up and walked towards the sea of flowers.

Yi Zhou followed along. With Shen Ao Cang's guidance, he got to know all kinds of flowers.

After a long time, they finally found the flower they were looking for.

Flowers.

Following that, Shen Ao Cang's gaze fell on Yi Zhou's body. ”Yes.” Remember to cherish those around you.

Finished speaking, Shen Ao Cang turned around and continued walking towards the depths of the sea of flowers.

Yi Zhou stood in place and thought for a long time. This was what Aunt Yin had told him back then.

The word 'love' hurt the most.

Deep within the sea of flowers, Yi Zhou followed Shen Ao Cang and arrived at a secluded space.

Mo Fan, you were the one who comprehended these four paintings, so I'll give these paintings to you. After saying that, Shen Ao Cang waved his sleeve, and the four picture scrolls instantly turned into specks of light as they flew towards Yi Zhou.

Yi Zhou took a glance at Shen Ao Cang, who had a head full of white hair overnight, and then, without putting on airs, received the four painting scrolls and bowed. Thank you, senior.

I should thank you. Shen Ao Cang laughed and shook his head. If it hadn't been for you, perhaps a hundred years would have passed, but I still wouldn't have been able to comprehend it.

Yi Zhou didn't say anything, he only felt a bit of heartache over Shen Ao Cang's experience. If the him back then had had more courage, then maybe his life would have been even more perfect.

Ke ke, I have not spoken to anyone for a hundred years. Shen Ao Cang laughed and shook his head.

With a flick of his finger, the endless sea of flowers suddenly wiggled. The magnificent flower petals shot up into the sky, condensing into a blossoming lotus flower. The surface of the lotus flower began to emit many Spiritual Energy ripples.

With my inheritance here, how much you can learn will depend on your luck.

Looking at the beautiful lotuses floating in mid air, Yi Zhou could not help but become excited.

I, Shen Ao Cang's successor, need a strong will and determination, akin to a boulder. When passing on my legacy, what I have to bear is not just the test of the final step in the corridor.

Shen Ao Cang looked at the excited Yi Zhou and laughed. Are you ready?

Yi Zhou nodded heavily.

Good. Shen Ao Cang then waved his hand, and the beautiful lotus flower floating in mid air slowly floated down, right above Yi Zhou's head, following which, vast amounts of Spirit Qi started to pour down like rain.

Phew...

Yi Zhou took a deep breath, and quickly concentrated his mind.

Buzz buzz.