Martial World's
Ch 2151 - Soul Tears
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The pata!
Those crystal tears fell onto Lin Ming's face and gently broke apart.
In this puzzling world, the sound of the teardrops was extremely clear, like a sound that crossed space and time.
It's a soul tear.
Some souls, when remembering their past pain and emotions, will leave tears…
Seeing this shattered soul being torn apart, Sheng Mei smiled humorlessly. He knew how pale and useless these tears were in such a situation.
What has happened can no longer be changed.
Moreover, even if that time came back, the result would still be the same. Because the situation at that moment had become a dead end for Lin Ming …
In his lament, the excitement he felt while fusing with Lin Ming once again slowly faded.
At this moment, Sheng Mei's soul was completely silent.
He watched helplessly as the only man in his life who managed to arouse love and hatred began to slowly lose his soul and the source of life under his actions …
He had become extremely weak, like a star that had burned itself.
At that moment, Sheng Mei felt her own soul had turned into ice.
He looked at the sound asleep Lin Ming who had already become paralyzed now. He felt as if a knife was slowly digging towards him, cutting his heart …
In the final moments he left a wisp of his source soul on Lin Ming. However, he knew that this wisp of his soul was unlikely to play a useful function …
This was the same as saying that Lin Ming was done.
This was the man he had once wanted to jump out of this disastrous vortex together. And now, he had personally destroyed it.
Before anything can begin, it's over…
He quietly waited, his heart desolate like a grave. Actually he only waited a few hours, but for him it was like a billion years.
At this moment, the sound asleep Lin Ming quietly woke up.
He looked at Sheng Mei and smiled bitterly.
A soft clump beneath them as a gentle breeze blew past. The two looked at each other, this image was captured in their minds for good.
At an unknown time, Sheng Mei finally spoke up.
These were words Sheng Mei had said in the past. Now, he listened to them once again as an outsider.
“Hate me..”
These didn't seem to be words aimed at Lin Ming, but words aimed at himself, torturous words that questioned him and him.
“What is my reason for hating you? If not for you then I would have been killed by Soaring Feather and would only be an ice-cold corpse. In fact, I can even say that without you I would never have left the Soul World and already died for the Great Brahma God King .. “
Since they used to be like now, every word Lin Ming was vividly remembered by Sheng Mei.
He was silent, listening to these words. Every word echoed in his ears and he could even remember it appropriately…
Until Lin Ming said, “You are truly .. willing to use any means possible. To develop the Art of Eternal Life, you are even willing to use your body as a tool. In the mortal world there were women who could sell their bodies for money. And you, what sets you apart from them? “
These words scolded Sheng Mei as a prostitute. In the past they had stirred up huge waves in his heart, but today they caused nothing. He just sighed in sadness.
Maybe there really isn't a difference. He also could not control his own fate, and the end of his life was just as sad …
Is over…
Sheng Mei knew that all of this was pre-determined. No matter how many times it is repeated, the results will remain the same.
Later then…
Sheng Mei watched as she broke through the void, leaving the sorrowful and seemingly dead Lin Ming lying on earth, as if not a single trace of life was left within her.
His soul actually did not follow the self of his dreams while leaving. Instead, he stayed in the Sky Spill Continent and looked at Lin Ming.
This made Sheng Mei surprised.
How did this happen?
Sheng Mei did not know why. But slowly, his heart trembled. He had seen Lin Ming in the Sky Spill Continent for several days.
He still hasn't gone with his dream self.
Faintly, something happened in his heart.
Could it…
But now he had such an opportunity in his dreams.
In this dream, did everything that happened really happen to Lin Ming?
As Sheng Mei suddenly thought of this, she finally slowly shook her head.
Perhaps this was just an assumption that came to his mind.
No matter how wise and wondrous this mystic realm of the Demon God Tomb was, it was impossible for him to study Lin Ming's memories and let him stand nearby.
Even so, Sheng Mei still continued to stare calmly.
He wanted to see what Lin Ming experienced, even if it was all in his imagination.
Years changed.
Spring is gone and autumn is coming.
Sheng Mei was quietly waiting beside Lin Ming, like a ghost defending a grave.
And in this wilderness, Lin Ming seemed to fall into a permanent state of sleep. Leaves fell and dust fell onto his body, and even grass grew on it.
Sheng Mei's heart was very heavy, but she had immeasurable patience.
He waits, always waits…
Until one day, Lin Ming slowly opened his eyes …
Shen Mei's heart skipped a beat and her complexion changed. It was obvious how unstable his soul was at the moment.
He watched as Lin Ming slowly stood up. The ground and tares rolled from his body. At this moment, it seemed like Lin Ming was crawling out of the grave.
Lin Ming walked forward. It is unknown where he wants to go.
Sheng Mei quietly followed behind.
He followed him as he crossed mountains, passed rivers, walked through the sea, and climbed mountains that pierced through the sky like swords.
At the top of the mountain, Sheng Mei looked at the two swordsmen who looked like they had just started the road of martial arts. They held a martial meeting at the top of this sword mountain.
“This is the people that Lin Ming knew from the mortal world!”
Sheng Mei looked at Lin Ming and could see this from her eyes.
He watched as the two swordsmen engaged in a fierce fight in the air. He also saw Lin Ming drinking wine with the two after this martial arts meeting, and talking freely with them.
In Sheng Mei's eyes, these two swordsmen were as faint as dust particles. If it wasn't for Lin Ming, he wouldn't be interested in half the words they said.
But when he listened to them, what he heard left him dumbfounded.
The words spoken by the two swordsmen contained an inexplicable truth.
In particular, what the blue-clothed swordsman said. His words about climbing towards the peak of martial arts seemed to touch his own heart …
In this world there were endless mountain peaks. But there must be one highest mountain. The higher the mountain top, the harder it is for me. And for me, the scariest, the most terrible thing is that I have absolutely no idea where this mountain is…
I will never stop looking. I know that my vision is limited and I may never be able to find it, but I will climb as I did before, without end. I don't need to actually reach the highest peak in this world, but as I climb, I will be more than happy to just see the peak above me…
This is because as I climb to the new peak, my vision will expand further and I will be able to see where the higher peak is located. And when I climb that new peak, I will find an even higher peak, and I will keep repeating this…
The words of this blue-clothed swordsman echoed in Sheng Mei's ears for a long time. Even his fighting spirit seemed to move slightly from these words …
This fighting spirit was also suitable for him.
As for later when they talked about life and wine, they left an even bigger wave in Sheng Mei's heart.
To enjoy the tenderness and spiciness of life, when the mind is completely muddled, perhaps that is when one can truly grasp the mystery…
The words of the drunken blue-clothed swordsman made Sheng Mei startled.
It was not that the words he spoke contained some profound concepts, but the appearance of words that should never have appeared in Sheng Mei's imagination that made her heart thump.
He has feelings that cannot be explained. That was all he saw in this dream might not be an illusion, but what Lin Ming had actually experienced in the past!
The various place names, descriptions of Lin Ming's life, everything these two swordsmen talked about were full of details and vivid lives.
There was even a concept he had never felt before.
The feelings of a martial artist were nothing like human words that could easily be written on paper. Instead, they are things they have truly experienced, a number of adventures and their philosophy of life.
It could be said that this feeling was their martial arts path.
The martial arts path of these two blue-clothed warriors was dyed with human paint. But in Sheng Mei's mind, it was impossible for her to have such a strange understanding.
Moreover, this feeling was clearly related to wine, but Sheng Mei herself did not drink wine, so how could she possibly discover the concept of life and wine in this dream?
Could it be that what he saw before him was not conjured from his imagination, but what had Lin Ming really experienced in the past?
Thinking of this, Sheng Mei's heart trembled!