Volume 2: Wind Rises, Sky Turns Cold Chapter 164: Who Am I... (First Update)

  The mist was thin, and the scenes of memory flowed like a long river, turning and flashing in front of him with familiar memories.

  At this moment, the memory will be the most precious, because the picture of this memory is blooming between life and death, and it is shining between giving up and being given up.

  Su Ming's consciousness was a bit dizzy, but he still looked forward, wanting to know what the lost part of his memory contained...

  Han Kong was also staring at Su Ming's memory, and while devouring Su Ming's consciousness, he would refine Su Ming's body into a separate entity belonging to him.

  In that memory scene, Su Ming saw a repeated scene, which was from his entry here, until the reflection of years, back to four years ago. On that rainy night, the sky and earth were thundering, a huge crack appeared, this crack made the sky and earth change color, made the thunder stop, and made the rainwater still.

  "It's here!" Su Ming's consciousness trembled, and the Wind's ability could only maintain letting him see this place, unable to withstand the terrifying suction force transmitted from the stone slab in Su Ming's body, and had no choice but to give up.

  Now that he had exchanged his Yuan Shen with Han Kong's, Su Ming hoped to see a difference!

  "Huh? What's in your spiritual body!! What is this!!" Suddenly, Han Kong's voice burst out, his tone filled with shock and uncertainty, even containing a hint of fear and incredulity.

  "This is... impossible..."

  Huang Kong's voice appeared in an instant, and the scattered fog in front of Su Ming suddenly changed. This time, it was from that rainy night when the sky and earth cracked open, flowing towards the future of the years.

  The scene changed, and what appeared in front of Su Ming's eyes was a vast expanse of blackness. However, it was strange that despite the darkness, Su Ming could still sense that there was a body floating within this blackness.

  This body floated there, motionless, with eyes closed, and on this person's body, Su Ming felt a sense of familiarity. He knew that this person was himself.

  "I finally... saw this place... but at that time I was still unconscious, so I don't have any memories... it doesn't count as losing my memory!" Su Ming muttered.

  The screen was as still as a static image, unchanged for a long time. This situation made Su Ming have a bad premonition, he became very tense, as if he understood something.

  "Memories have been lingering here for so long... after all, how many years have passed..."

  "Damn it, what the hell is this thing? You're making me take its place, how am I supposed to do that?" Han Kong's voice was filled with shock as he echoed in Su Ming's mind. At this moment, Han Kong's massive Nascent Soul was rapidly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was a black hole inside his body absorbing everything that belonged to him.

  He didn't mind, gazing blankly at the scene under the fog, looking at the almost motionless darkness, wondering how many years were hidden inside.

  It was also unknown how long the past had passed, when Han Kong's angry roar became weaker and weaker. Suddenly, in the darkness that Su Ming was looking at, a change appeared for the first time in a long while!

  This change originated from a hoarse and calm voice!

  "Why." At the moment he heard this voice, Su Ming's consciousness almost collapsed in intense trembling, the confusion in his eyes was immediately replaced by shock, he was familiar with this voice, this voice belonged to himself!

  "When did I ever say that......" Su Ming murmured, and in his mind's eye, he saw a scene that would be etched in his memory for the rest of his life.

  In that scene, he saw himself!

  He saw himself standing in the darkness, with a huge chain piercing through his body on both arms, legs and head, suspended in mid-air. As for the five chains, they stretched endlessly, unknown where they led to.

  He saw himself with his eyes closed, despite being suspended and his body covered in blood, but he didn't show any signs of unbearable pain.

  "... Is it me? ..." Su Ming's consciousness was shaken as never before, he noticed that his face, which had been locked in mid-air, no longer had the scar left on Wushan.

  He saw himself suspended in nothingness, before him was a gigantic skull, this skull was hundreds of times his own size, with red hair, a stern expression and a ferocious look.

  The skull has a pair of snake bones as rings on its ears, and there is a lightning-shaped mark on its forehead. Even on the face of this skull, you can see a large number of textures, as if they were naturally formed, emitting a wild and primitive aura.

  This skull had its eyes open, and although they were dull and lifeless, Su Ming felt a sense of awe as if he was witnessing the collapse of heaven and earth when he saw it. It was an indescribable pressure that looked down on all living things with disdain.

  Anyone who stands before this skull must bow their head and tremble with reverence.

  But he was dead after all, a crimson sword pierced through his skull from top to bottom, with more than half of the blade exposed at the bottom.

  At the same time, on this skull, Su Ming also saw more than nine red nails nailed inside.

  Su Ming stared blankly at the skull, looking at his own self suspended in mid-air by iron chains. Following his line of sight, he saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the hilt of the sword in front of the skull.

  The figure wore a loose-fitting shirt, and his face was indistinct, but the moment Su Ming saw him, his consciousness was filled with an icy chill that turned into tension and fear.

  "This is your fate, you cannot refuse." The indifferent voice seemed to come from a distant place, echoing in this void, like the law descending, lingering for a long time, and any living being that does not obey the will of this law will be punished.

  "Emperor... Emperor..." The weak and trembling voice filled with reverence and fear echoed in Su Ming's mind. He diverted more than half of his spiritual power to counter the increasingly strong suction force coming from Su Ming's body, while a small portion of his spiritual power saw everything that Su Ming saw.

  When he saw the giant skull, he was already afraid. Seeing the shadow on the hilt of the skull sword and hearing its voice made this fear become a nightmare for him, making him terrified to the extreme.

  "I refuse." Su Ming saw the locked-up version of himself, his eyes opened at this moment, and his gaze was a piece of deathly stillness, eerily calm. In the instant he opened his eyes, Su Ming saw that on the face of this locked-up version of himself, there was a streak of blood under his eyes. This streak of blood seemed to appear out of thin air and quickly became fully visible. It was precisely the scar left on his face in Wushan... the wound he did not want to dissipate.

  "You've let me down... but my will, you can't refuse." The figure sitting cross-legged on the hilt of the sword that pierced through the giant skull raised its head, still unable to see its face clearly, but its eyes could be seen, with an unfeeling and cold gaze.

  The moment Su Ming saw this gaze, a loud rumble arose in his mind, and a sharp pain suddenly appeared, causing everything he was looking at to collapse and shatter into countless fragments.

  "Emperor Tian, you deceived me!! You deceived me…… I……" At the same time, a mournful and piercing scream echoed, this voice belonged to Han Kong, his voice rapidly weakening in this scream, until finally, it almost disappeared into thin air.

  Everything disappeared, Su Ming's mind was constantly buzzing, as if there were a hundred thousand thunderbolts continuously rumbling, making everything he saw disperse. The fog in front of him quickly thickened, and everything seemed to have never happened before. Only that gaze, as if it could penetrate the misty memories, fell on Su Ming's body.

  "You've let me down..."

  Su Ming's body shook violently, and he opened his eyes. His entire body was drenched in sweat. The moment he opened his eyes, a mouthful of fresh blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't hold it back, spitting out a large amount.

  Even his mask was blown off by the mouthful of blood and landed on one side, revealing the pale and bewildered face under the mask.

  On his face, under his eyes, the scar left on Wushan turned red.

  Rapid breathing sounds came from Su Ming, he was panting heavily, his eyes were filled with bloodshot, his hands were propping up the ground, and his body was trembling.

  "This is just a small part of the memories I lost...". After a long time, Su Ming wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked around at the dark cave, muttering to himself.

  "My memories have really been erased... The one who erased my memories, is it the Emperor Tian in this empty mouth?!"

  "Who is he, where did he come from, what kind of person is he to me..."

  "In the memories I've lost, what is it that I refused..."

  "There was also the head under his body, this head was clearly that of a barbarian, who was he......" Su Ming's body trembled, he thought of what Nan Tian had said, the second generation of the Barbarian God lost its head.

  "It's just a skull, yet it gives me a feeling as if I'm facing the heavens... Could this skull belong to the Second Generation of the Barbarian God?!"

  "Emperor Tian, Emperor Tian" Han Kong shouted before his death, saying that Emperor Tian had deceived him. "This Emperor Tian, who is he after all..." Su Ming muttered to himself, his bewildered expression like the tide, drowning him.

  "I... who am I again... fate, Su Ming." Su Ming suddenly lifted his head, not roaring or howling, but still muttering in a voice that only he could hear.

  "Who am I..." Su Ming's bewildered and miserable smile, he was lost.

  Like a wounded beast, always exist in solitude, like a person who has lost their memory, never believing what they see before them, like a grown-up shirt, forgetting its own growth rings...

  Like water in the palm of your hand, it can't withstand a single flick and will be lost.

  Su Ming, half-kneeling there, seemed to have lost himself. He had thought he would get an answer, but in this answer, there was still a deeper confusion.

  "Is this fate... like a tangled thread, can't find the beginning, can't find the end." Su Ming closed his eyes, he couldn't understand, he didn't want to leave, would rather sit alone in the darkness, silently searching.

  At this moment, he ignored the death of his physical body, and his shattered yuan Shen was absorbed by the stone in his spiritual body, except for some of it being transformed into tiny crystals that swirled around (Summon Magic, Official YY: 3943) outside his sea of consciousness, slowly being absorbed.

  He also ignored the piece of barbaric soul land that was brought into his body by Han Kong, which was slowly melting into Su Ming's body due to Han Kong's death. As it melted, the fresh blood in Su Ming's body was circulating and absorbing at an astonishing speed...

  As Han Gong said before, if you don't die, it's a blessing!

  It's hard to write and slow in speed. Every burst of writing is exchanged with double the time and fatigue. In early May, I need a monthly pass.