Martial World's
Ch 2152 - Abstinence to Surrender
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Why did Lin Ming's memories appear in his dreams?
Or, how could the Demon God Tomb have memories of Lin Ming?
Thinking of this, Sheng Mei became confused.
He couldn't understand why. But all he could do now was secretly look at Lin Ming's life.
His heart was shaking all this time.
He felt anticipation because he was curious about Lin Ming's life.
But what he felt more .. was fear, fear that Lin Ming would die alone …
After he saw Lin Ming wake up, he bid farewell to the swordsman and left that Sword Mountain.
He saw Lin Ming heading north, his body getting worse with each passing day.
His cultivation fell at a terrifying speed; he had already become crippled.
Every day, every night, Sheng Mei would follow Lin Ming. Even though his back was straight, it was actually filled with boundless sadness and sorrow. He felt as if his heart was torn apart by a sword.
In the past when he left Lin Ming, he thought that he would face a bitter future. But since he had actually experienced all of the following behind him, the feeling was completely different.
He was almost completely immersed, feeling the mood of someone who once stood at the peak of the 33 Heavens, a peerless genius who had saved mankind, but who was then thrown into the dust with one move. Now, he only had a few dozen years of life left …
Even though Lin Ming's will was firm and steady, he still couldn't withstand such an attack.
Sheng Mei followed Lin Ming to Green Mulberry City.
He saw street vendors, fortune tellers, mortal martial arts experts, beggars, undergraduate students, woodcutters, all sorts of humans he had never seen before.
Then, she saw a friendly aunt who gave Lin Ming sesame cake. As Lin Ming enjoyed this sesame cake filled with a sense of mortality, without even realizing it, Sheng Mei's gaze turned hazy …
He could not imagine how, when the human race was already on the verge of despair, how much Lin Ming endured when he lost everything.
Perhaps ... this was a fate more cruel than allowing the Soul Emperor to freely kill him …
In Green Mulberry City, in his childhood area, Lin Ming slowly visited every place.
Then Lin Ming continued north.
The northern desert was covered in fluttering snow. At an unknown time, Lin Ming's face turned pale and bloodless, and he shivered as he coughed up blood.
Time and time again.
Sheng Mei knew that what Lin Ming coughed up was his blood essence.
Although his heavenly soul was weak, his mortal body was still extremely strong and could regenerate blood. However, it was impossible for a weak soul to control such a formidable mortal body; it could not withstand the overflowing vitality of blood. Thus, his body tried to protect itself by removing all this blood.
If this continued then he would slowly die the moment his blood essence left him.
To Sheng Mei, every drop of red blood blinded the eyes.
He saw Lin Ming meet an old friend. Or, maybe he used his common sense to find this person on his own initiative.
This was an old man, a man who had been having trouble living completely, and whose body was covered in hidden wounds.
He saw Lin Ming save a little girl.
The eyes of this little girl were pure and wide. Even in the chaotic age of war, when Lin Ming became extremely weak and fell to the ground, only this little girl dared to give him water.
He saw Lin Ming dealing with some humans. But because his body was injured, blood continued to flow…
An individual who was once extremely talented had now become extremely thin and weak.
He saw Lin Ming say goodbye to these people, finally leaving on his own. His body had fallen into a terrible state, and he was limping at every step.
Sometimes, he would even fall as he walked.
His clothes were broken, his hair was not tied and his face was dirty; he looked no different from a mortal beggar.
He wanted to enter a city, but in that wild age of war, a guard believed that he was a refugee and drove him out.
Lin Ming did not say anything nor did anything to that guard.
He quietly pulled back and left. Under the setting sun, a thin and haggard figure became a needle that dug into Sheng Mei's heart …
Faintly, Sheng Mei's surroundings looked hazy. He remembered the words that Lin Ming had once said to him in the Soul World, before the great calamity of mankind had actually erupted …
“I remember.. that when I was a human, an old friend of mine warned me not to be stubborn and practice martial arts. He didn't want me to spend the rest of my days with disability in bed. But my answer is…
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I am not the Empyrean Heavenly Seal. My path is one I will walk on my own. And the choice I made, I won't regret it in the future!
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If only life had remained as we first met. Suddenly, looking back through the river of time, nothing filled the eyes other than fog.
I had to fight in the dust and chaos. Even if I were just a small wave, I would still boldly move forward …
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Sheng Mei was well aware of how indomitable Lin Ming's martial arts heart was, how hard it was.
In the past he had urged her to give up all her thoughts to save humanity. At that moment, Lin Ming was only at the Holy God realm. No matter how one looked at it, he was simply not worth mentioning compared to the huge wave of destruction that would engulf the world; he would not even be able to make a fuss.
After the human race perished, the small and weak Lin Ming would lose his protection. He would be swept away by endless storms and would most likely be destroyed.
But Lin Ming did not give up. He arrived alone in Soul World, seeking an impossible alliance with spiritas.
Then he fought in the primitive god realm. For a glimmer of hope, he went to the main god realm to seek the way of salvation …
But now, Sheng Mei could only see the back of such a person as well as the red blood dripping from her …
What kind of change is this…?
Sheng Mei's heart trembled.
Without following Lin Ming and experiencing all of this for himself, he never realized how bitter his struggle was.
“By the years have passed, he must have died ..”
Today, all that happens is more than 7000 years ago. And after all, looking at Lin Ming's physical state, he wouldn't be able to last much longer.
But even so, Sheng Mei continued to follow him to make sure with her own eyes.
He saw Lin Ming go to the mountain valley to enter seclusion.
Sheng Mei saw with astonishment that when Lin Ming's life reached the abyss of despair, she began to disperse her martial arts. His weak soul was unable to withstand the power of his blood vitality and his cultivation. Thus, he had only chosen to lower his cultivation to a level that his soul force could withstand!
Without a doubt, this would quickly reduce the rest of his life, and even make his final years much more painful.
But he continued forward without turning around.
It was as if he wanted to destroy himself and rebuild from scratch, as if he was a butterfly that wanted to break away from his cocoon!
How is this possible !?
Sheng Mei shook her head in disbelief. His soul was so weak and the flames of his life were like candles blown by the wind. If he were to spread his cultivation here, then he would probably die where he was!
Here's finally. Perhaps the ghost he saw could last a few more years, and this valley was Lin Ming's last tomb.
All of this proved that the faint hope he had left in Lin Ming was something he did just to comfort himself psychologically for his own actions. Miracles could appear on Lin Ming's body, yet what he imagined would happen to Lin Ming was not a miracle, but an impossibility.
He watched as Lin Ming dispersed his cultivation. Blue blood vessels were sticking out of his forehead and he began to spread the blood essence from his pores.
The pain can be imagined.
Even so, Lin Ming did not cry out in pain once. His expression remained as strong as iron, without the slightest pain or distortion.
He endured such pain alone, because he – will not give up!
Even if he was pushed into a dead end!
Sheng Mei was not cruel enough to watch. He could already predict the outcome as follows.
Time pass. Through the endless pain, Lin Ming gritted his teeth and forced himself through it.
One year, two years…
With a completely shattered body, Lin Ming clenched his teeth and continued forward. A normal martial artist would have already died from the pain.
But Lin Ming's will was too formidable.
In these two years, the overflowing blood essence from his body had dyed the entire cave red. One could see blood clumping on the rocks.
Sheng Mei did not know how many times she had seen Lin Ming fall to the floor in a breathless state, how many times her forehead had dripped a grain of blood, how many times she had pierced her lips by biting him, she said, how deep his toes and fingers dug up the rocky ground as it mixed with his blood.
But he still did not give up. The unyielding desire in his bones encouraged him to give it all away!
Sheng Mei sighed softly, her eyes had already become blurry …
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