Three Discuss the Dao

Su Yun walked forward as all manner of memories from his reincarnations surfaced one by one. He suddenly recalled that drunken Daoist, recalled how he had called himself Su Jie, recalled how he had claimed to be the son of Emperor Ai, Su Yun.

As Su Yun walked, he looked at the youth beside him, his heart surging. "He is my son? He is the child Chai Chuxi and I had?"

All at once, immense joy struck him. In an instant, his entire being was swallowed by overwhelming delight.

Along with that joy came immense unease and fear. He was uneasy over whether he could be a good father, and afraid of the future that was about to arrive.

Almost in an instant, the problem that had plagued him from the era of the First Immortal Realm to the era of the Seventh Immortal Realm was suddenly solved as easily as a blade splitting bamboo!

Along the way, he had observed Tie Kunlun, Emperor Jue, and Zhong Jinling, seeking the meaning behind their salvation of all living beings, and whether it was worth it.

For tens of millions of years, he had never found an answer.

Yet the instant he encountered his own son, Su Jie, enlightenment suddenly dawned on him.

Was this not the answer?

Life lay in its inheritance, in its endless continuation, in passing hope down through generation after generation.

If life, like the bones in the Chaos Sea, came to a halt with itself, did it still have meaning?

If life, like Emperor Jue, cared only for the present and strangled the hope of the future, could there still be any possibility of carrying on the past and opening up the future?

Life lay in bringing you and me together, forming another life different from both