Amid the boundless white, there was a hint of desolation.
Su Mo's eyes were filled with bewilderment, as though nothing remained in the white expanse as far as he could see!
All that remained were two hazy figures in the distance, too indistinct to make out.
Those two figures were very, very far away. Though right before his eyes, they felt forever beyond his reach!
They were the last two figures left upon Su Mo's mortal intent...
"Sever!"
As the word fell, the giant sword's sword-ray followed that voice resounding through the Ghost Gate, cleaving into Su Mo's eyes and toward those two figures.
Silently, without stirring a ripple, without shaking his mind... it simply passed through those two figures with ease.
"Dad! Mom!" Su Mo murmured softly.
As the giant sword descended, those two figures vanished, just like the others before them.
And so... all mortal intent fell away!
Divine radiance shimmered over Su Mo. He had become the Divine Race's sole descendant in the world, bearing the will of the entire Divine Race.
Su Mo touched the corner of his eye. There was nothing there, yet he distinctly felt something lingering there that would not go away.
"Who... am I?"
Without father or mother, where could a self come from?
The divine light dispersed, and the scene within the Ghost Gate returned to Su Mo's eyes. Before him lay the desolate altar of the Ghost Gate...
A red-clad figure rushed into Su Mo's arms.
The Red-Clad One's face streamed with tears, choked into silence.
Su Mo looked at this red-clad woman in bewilderment, feeling only that she was a stranger.
Yet there was clearly an extremely deep bond in the way this woman looked at him...
"Who... am I?" Su Mo asked softly.
Gu Yu trembled all over.