Eternal Sacred King

Demoness Ji said, “Of course, if you consider joining the fiend sects, you won’t need to worry about such stuff. Be it Foundation Establishment or Golden Cores, fiend sects have the capabilities to send into the ancient battlefield. The sort of opportunities you obtain and whether you can return alive will depend on yourself.”

Su Zimo shook his head and smiled.

Demoness Ji had painstakingly beat around the bush hoping to invite him to join a fiend sect again.

When she saw Su Zimo’s reaction, she knew what his reply would be. However, she was not disappointed and merely shrugged her shoulders. “It’s alright. If you change your mind, feel free to join us anytime.”

Su Zimo nodded.

Demoness Ji continued, “However, I have to remind you. Even though there are many opportunities in the ancient battlefield, they are accompanied by immense dangers. Some of it will come from the ancient battlefield itself and some of it will be from the other cultivators.”

“Even though you’ve defeated a fiend heir, you have to understand that they were unable to unleash their full strength due to the ancient spirit lock formation.”

Su Zimo was well aware of that.

For the next period of time, Su Zimo was in no hurry to leave and return to the sect. He remained in the palace, chatting and drinking with his elder brother, Su Hong, when he was free – it was a carefree life.

A month later, Su Zimo was prepared to leave the capital.

To be fair, there were very few cultivators like Su Zimo who would take time out to return home and accompany their families.

Not to mention, he stayed on for an entire month.

Most cultivators would choose to sever their mortal relationships at the first instance.

It wasn’t because they were heartless, but because they knew that day would arrive sooner or later.

The sooner they severed those ties, the sooner they would be done with the many burdens of the mortal realm and it would be nothing but beneficial for their cultivation path.

Su Zimo understood that logic as well.

However, he could not do it.

When he was about to leave, Su Hong accompanied Su Zimo out of the city before he stopped and reminded the latter, “Zimo, you don’t have to come back if you don’t have much time. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Even though he said that, there was a hint of reluctance in Su Hong’s eyes.

“I can’t really help you much as an elder brother. Do take good care of yourself being all alone out there.”

Su Zimo looked at his brother’s head of white hair and pursed his lips in silence, feeling miserable within.

In the cultivation world, the most precious types of elixirs were those that could boost one’s longevity.

It was priceless.

Decades later, they would have to be separated through life and death.

Su Zimo dared not think about it.

As though he recalled something, Su Hong hurriedly added, “Zimo, if you have the chance, visit Xiaoning and see if she’s doing well. She has a soft personality. Even if she has been wronged, she might keep it to herself and not tell anyone.”

“Alright.”

“There’s… there’s nothing else,” Su Hong’s gaze dimmed gradually as he muttered softly.

…

“Big brother, take care.”

After a long silence, Su Zimo finally spoke – his voice was slightly hoarse.

“Go, go!”

Su Hong turned around and waved his hand.

“Second Young Master, t-take care too!”

Uncle Zheng stood on the spot, his voice quivering as tears streamed down his face.

When the Su family was in trouble, Su Zimo and Su Xiaoning were still young – they were practically raised by Uncle Zheng.

In Uncle Zheng’s eyes, Su Zimo was akin to his own son.

He was already old and did not know if he would be able to see Su Zimo again. This might be their final farewell.

As though he felt something, Su Zimo suddenly stopped in his tracks and came before Uncle Zheng. Pursing his lips, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times solemnly.

Four years ago, the immortal might of Perfected Being Cang Lang failed to crush the youth’s backbone and have him submit on his knees.

Four years later, Su Zimo kowtowed goodbye before an elderly man with a white beard on his own accord.