Everyone in this world would cross the River of Forgetfulness, just as Xu Xixi had.
Su Mo's many friends and relatives, hidden in the night above the void, had also understood.
Amid the vast, chilly night, many people had come to the void above.
They simply stood there, gazing down at Su Mo's desolate figure, watching him personally see Xu Xixi off.
Beneath the night sky, Su Mo looked toward Xu Xixi's bedchamber, where sobbing rang out without end, his expression calm and accepting.
After such a long journey through life, he seemed long accustomed to sorrowful partings and the passing of old friends.
Besides, this was not the end...
In another cycle of reincarnation, everyone would have a happy ending.
What was there to grieve over?
Yet why? Why did he still feel a regret in his heart that he could not lay to rest?
The night breeze blew gently through the White-Clad One's snow-like white hair, carrying the endless desolation that led toward the River of Forgetfulness. There were many things that could not be put into words, yet they also seemed to amount to little.
The lights of countless homes beneath the night sky lit up the bleak, chilly night.
They shone upon the world, making it seem less cold and empty.
"The Road of Rebirth is long. May my emperor be well..." That was what Xu Xixi had said.
It seemed he had already seen that the long Road of Rebirth... belonged not to those who crossed the River of Forgetfulness, but to Su Mo's rebirth.
This road was truly long...
Even he had understood. How could Su Mo's friends and relatives fail to see it?
On that vast, long road, all living beings were passing travelers. Only the ferryman was not!
Su Mo returned