"The one lying inside..." Su Mo looked at Immortal Ziyu, his expression complicated.
Immortal Ziyu smiled, gazing at the redwood coffin with deep affection.
"Mother, of course..."
A wisp of white mist blew onto the ancient ship, stirring Su Mo's Divine Soul, devoid of the seven thoughts, and clouding his eyes...
Those words seemed to sound beside Su Mo's ear again: "Silly child, you must have suffered so much..."
"You aren't my Yu'er. Who exactly are you?"
Su Mo opened his mouth, looking bewildered. "I'm Su Mo..."
Everything had gone beyond the limits of his understanding...
Why had his experiences in the three-trial illusion in the Divine Realm carried over into reality?
And why had Immortal Ziyu said that it was not an illusion?
If that was not an illusion, what was it?
If that was not an illusion, what had he experienced in the second trial?
Immortal Ziyu turned to look at the dazed Su Mo. It seemed he had not spoken to anyone in a very long time. Seeing the person he regarded as his younger brother today brought a trace of solace to the loneliness he had felt for thousands of years.
"That year... in the end, I couldn't save Mother..."
Immortal Ziyu spoke faintly, in a tone impossible to describe.
"That blood pill..." Su Mo opened his mouth. He vaguely remembered Ziyu slaughtering people far and wide to refine a blood pill to save his mother...
Immortal Ziyu slowly sat down on the deck beside the redwood coffin, his eyes glowing red. "There wasn't enough time..."
"Even though I started killing those closest to me, there still wasn't enough time..."
Immortal Ziyu hung his head. As he reached this point, he was clearly enduring a torment he had inflicted upon himself.
Who said the choice back