The shout rang out across the land, like a boulder crashing into a pool, crashing into everyone's hearts.
For a moment, the land fell silent.
Some could go bravely to their deaths; naturally, others were unwilling to die.
Those who willingly went to their deaths had a simple reason, just one... they hoped Su Mo could find peace of mind.
But those unwilling to take their own lives each had their reasons...
Some did not know how to face their loved ones and lead them to their deaths.
Others, when faced with death, still felt attached, wanting one more look at this world.
Some were lost and bewildered, robbed of the ability to act when faced with this great calamity of life and death.
Others wanted to see with their own eyes... how Su Mo would sever heaven.
Some were afraid; some hesitated.
The people of the world each had their own thoughts, their own feelings.
Fear and terror were only human...
It was not that they were unwilling, only that their hearts still held attachments.
And that shout stirred a different feeling in the hearts of those who had not chosen suicide.
They quietly watched Su Mo, quietly watched the people beside them.
A man whose disabled limbs left him unable to take his own life smiled calmly, lying in bed and struggling to sit up.
But after struggling for a while, he ultimately lacked the strength to rise.
He recalled how he had spent half his life lying in bed... perhaps this, too, was a kind of release.
The disabled, ailing man smiled and cried out toward the roof beams, as though he could see that white-clad figure outside.
"Please... our Emperor, sever heaven."
A butcher looked at his aged mother, on the verge of taking his own