In his past life, after being defeated by Chu Yang, his mother sought revenge for him and met a tragic death, while his father’s hair turned white overnight and he eventually withdrew to live in the mountains.
He understood many things.
At that time, wasn’t he also secretly trying to accumulate strength to one day take revenge on Chu Yang?
Lan Ke’er, Xiao Dingtian, they were all people he had met during that period.
“Those who live for revenge are the most insane,” this point Xu Zimo knew deeply.
When a person becomes fearless, there is nothing he won’t do.
He looked at Baili Chengfeng, whose expression had slightly changed.
Smiling, he said: “Even though you are as weak as an ant, I still mind if that ant occasionally comes to bite me or my family. Whether it hurts or not, I won’t allow it.” As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand slightly, and a few members of the Dark Primordial Race immediately dragged him away, the outcome was obvious.
“Xu Zimo, let me go! Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go. When you reach the Outer Heavens, Grand Emperor Chang Kong will deal with you himself!”
With Baili Chengfeng’s furious roars gradually fading, everything went silent.
“Hang his body at the gates of Baili City. Everyone disperse,” Xu Zimo said. “During this period while Heaven’s Will forms, I want some peace. When the time comes, you will act at my command.”
“As you command,” Qin Youwang and the others all nodded.
Just as they had come, Xu Zimo took Lin Ruhu and, riding the Darksky Tiger, slowly left Baili City.
Behind him was already nothing but ruins.
The wind blew, yellow dust and sand filled the air.
All prosperity had already come to an end.
Up ahead, Miss Jing stood gracefully, wearing a dress of floral patterns.
Her long hair was braided into two plaits, making her look like a youthful girl.
Her cheeks were rosy, her big bright eyes gazing at Xu Zimo.
The floral dress fluttered in the sand-filled wind, strands of hair brushing against her ears, her face carrying a gentle smile.
“Congratulations, Young Master Xu,” Miss Jing said with a smile. “So you had it planned all along. No wonder you didn’t need my help.”
“Don’t you claim to know everything?” Xu Zimo smiled. “Surprising you is rare.”
“In this world, you are the only one I cannot see through,” Miss Jing replied with a smile.
“I’m actually very simple,” Xu Zimo lifted his head. The wind and sand scraped across his face like blades.
He closed his eyes and said softly:
“I really am simple. At first, I just wanted to be a spoiled second-generation heir, a wastrel in others’ eyes, drinking, playing, occasionally bringing some lackeys to tease proper young ladies on the street. Later, a woman wanted to use my status to further her cultivation. Then someone told me I had offended the main protagonist. Then others said I was the great demon king that everyone should kill.”
As he spoke, Xu Zimo slowly opened his eyes, his face carrying a smile.
He asked: “The Lord of Destruction told me Miss Jing can see past and future. Now that I say these things, do you understand?”
“I understand, and I don’t,” Miss Jing replied. “But I believe you.”
She could feel that when Xu Zimo spoke, it sounded half like a joke, yet carried a deep sincerity.
“Whether you understand or not no longer matters,” Xu Zimo smiled.
“People always forget their original intention. All say their original intention has not been betrayed... all say their original intention has not been betrayed...”
Xu Zimo stopped speaking to her, murmured these words, and the Darksky Tiger brushed past her, carrying him forward.
Miss Jing stood there in the blowing sand, watching Xu Zimo’s figure fade away, swallowed by the storm.
She whispered to herself: “I feel like he has realized something.”
But all around was silent, no one to answer her, only the roaring sandstorm covering everything.
…
Not long after leaving Baili City, Xu Zimo saw a large group of people ahead.
Among them were his father Xu Qingshan, his mother Wenren Yun, his grandfather Wenren Jingshi, and even Little Gui.
Xu Zimo slowly dismounted from the Darksky Tiger and, together with Lin Ruhu, walked forward.
“Father, Mother…” he greeted them with a smile.
Wenren Yun rushed forward and held him tightly, tears falling like rain. “If anything had happened to you, how could I go on living?”
Xu Zimo only smiled.
A mother’s love was like this, gentle as spring breeze, flowing like autumn waters, delicate.
He silently listened to her scolding, worrying, caring, without a single rebuttal.
He knew his parents hadn’t stepped in earlier because he had already stabilized the situation, and no longer needed them.
Otherwise, no matter the consequences, they would have rushed in immediately.
Since the True Martial Sacred Ground didn’t want to get involved in this matter, his mother Wenren Yun had gone north to ask her father, Wenren Jingshi, for help.
That’s why when he returned to the sect earlier, he hadn’t seen her.
“Enough, our son has grown up, he has his own decisions,” Xu Qingshan said on the side.
“Let’s go back,” Grandfather Wenren Jingshi laughed heartily, his voice booming.
Everyone nodded.
Little Gui had originally been training outside, but when he heard the news, he rushed back at once.
…
At this moment in the True Martial Sacred Ground.
Sacred Lord Xiao, wearing a white robe, sat by the small stream on a bridge, fishing with closed eyes.
His disciple Meng Chenxue stood beside him.
After a long while, Meng Chenxue whispered: “Master, you haven’t caught a single fish all day.”
“When the heart is disturbed, the fish won’t bite,” the Sacred Lord opened his eyes, his voice hoarse.
“But it doesn’t seem disturbed. The water’s so calm,” Meng Chenxue said doubtfully.
“I was talking about my heart,” the Sacred Lord shook his head lightly.
At the other end of the bridge, the Third Grand Elder descended, wearing a blue robe, walking slowly forward.
“Have you reached a conclusion?” the Sacred Lord asked.
“Baili City has been destroyed,” the Third Grand Elder replied.
Silence lingered all around for a long while. This time, ripples finally spread across the water’s surface.
The Third Grand Elder continued: “He revealed himself at the Demon-Slaying Assembly and suppressed everyone present. It’s said a Grand Emperor descended, perhaps the Empress. But from the Elden Lands’ Divine Gate, there was also a Grand Emperor, seemingly the God Emperor. It even seems members of the Dark Primordial Race were there.”
“They all supported him?” the Sacred Lord asked.
“Yes. He killed some, spared some,” the Third Grand Elder said. “Now he is on his way back to the sacred ground. I believe it won’t be long before the news spreads across the five continents.”
The Sacred Lord remained silent. The Third Grand Elder sighed, preparing to leave.
“Third Grand Elder,” the Sacred Lord suddenly called.
“Hmm?”
“I’m old.”
“Everyone grows old.”
“The fish ate my bait, but it didn’t get hooked.” The Sacred Lord lifted the fishing rod, the line bare. “Usually, I love fishing, it cultivates the mind. Even if I catch one, I always let it go. But this time, I realized, I am the bait.”