In the cave, after Jiang Fengran left, Su Mo sat cross-legged alone.
His path was destined to be a lonely one. He could not roam Heavenly Desolate together with Jiang Fengran, nor could he return to the Azure Vault Sect to enjoy a peaceful life with his clansmen and friends.
He could only keep moving forward and onward, until he walked to the end, until he reached the peak.
If one spoke of companionship, perhaps only Qian Xun Yue, who lay within the Profound Heaven Spirit Coffin, could accompany him all the way and witness his Martial Dao path.
Ah!
A long sigh escaped Su Mo's lips, his voice filled with desolation and sorrow.
Out in the outside world, he was the Ancient Prodigy whom everyone envied, a legendary figure whose name shook Heavenly Desolate, yet deep within his heart lay endless grief.
In this life of his, there were three most important women, but the fates of all three were incomparably rugged.
First was Qian Xun Yue, who had been in a near-death state for over twenty years—truly a case of beauty and misfortune.
Next was Hong Qingxuan, whose fate was even more rugged. Her destiny was completely out of her own control, held firmly in the hands of others for decades without freedom.
Finally was Xi'er. Su Mo had originally wanted her to cultivate peacefully within the Azure Vault Sect and be a happy woman.
Yet she had been unwilling to remain obscure, wanting to rely on her own efforts to keep up with his pace.
And once she left, there was no further news of her, as if she had vanished into thin air.
The three women became Su Mo's eternal attachments. He could not ignore a single one of them, nor could he leave any of