Chapter 3953 - 1889: Weiyang_2
Chapter 3953: Chapter 1889: Weiyang_2
But instinctively, at a glance to the side, he saw the Sword Ancestor looking at him with approval.
"Supreme Master..."
Hua Weiyang suddenly paused, almost tearing up again.
He was not a person who liked to cry, having lived so many years, how could he easily be moved?
Yet all one seeks in a lifetime, is not always the Great Path.
Sometimes, what most people strive for is merely the nod of approval from those they hold dear.
No matter how old Hua Weiyang became, in front of his Supreme Master, he still felt like a child who hadn’t grown up.
Even though he had accomplished a lot, when seeing his Supreme Master again, his first reaction in mind:
Is still to hide the wine pouch at his waist.
Is still to smell the sleeves for any perfume scent.
Is still to lower his head to check if his collar is well arranged...
He was raised under the Supreme Master’s discipline, even though his Fantasy Sword Technique was exquisitely mastered, he’d seldom received praise — let alone such an approving look!
"How could this not be the Supreme Master?"
With just a glance, Hua Weiyang was shaken.
Perhaps, Xu Xiaoshou was merely elevating him, flattering him, while essentially mocking him?
His angry eyes turned, only to see Xu Xiaoshou on one side, deeply bowing:
"The Death Realm gains light, narrow spaces grow, because beyond the dawn, some walk with heavy burdens."
"This bow respects none other than the guardians of the five regions; for the peaceful long night, the junior is immensely grateful."
Hua Weiyang had never seen such a serious expression on Xu Xiaoshou, so serious that he couldn’t truly react.
Was this a joke, or was it a performance delivered to its peak?
In his bafflement, he received the bow, as a whisper reached his ear, audible only to him:
"You need not enter the game, Brother Weiyang."
"Leave the rest to me."
The Supreme Master is like this...
Xu Xiaoshou is like this...
Even if it’s just an act, such capability to elicit genuine sincerity, Hua Weiyang admitted defeat, he too sent a telepathic message, sighing:
"Xu Xiaoshou, I truly have nothing, what is it you want from me, just speak plainly."
He was like this, truly making one fearful.
Yet after a word, he saw Xu Xiaoshou slightly shaking his head, pointing towards the scenic landscapes of the five regions, smiling softly:
"Brother Weiyang, you are mistaken, you are not without anything."
Hua Weiyang followed his finger’s direction to look.
Throughout the five domains, whether it be the prestigious sects and tribes of the ancient swordsmen in the Eastern Region, the various sects of Spiritual Cultivators in the Central Region, or the scattered death apostles in the Southern Region...
Everyone bowed deeply, with sincere gratitude resonating, rising and falling:
"Greetings Hua Sword Saint!"
"Thank you Hua Sword Saint!"
"..."
The sound waves fell like rain, echoing through the five regions, creating ripples in the Heart Lake, resonating with each other, causing heaven and earth to lose their brilliance.
Hua Weiyang opened his mouth but was unable to make a sound.
He looked at the scene of the five regions bowing towards him, and in that moment, he was completely lost.
There were semi-saints in seclusion who voluntarily emerged, unperturbed even by the battle of Hua Ba, emerging only to bow from afar.
Itinerant cultivators in the mountain valleys, put down the gold beads in hand, wiped off dust, and prostrated themselves.
Mothers with young daughters, after nursing, bowed themselves, instructing their daughters to do the same:
"Mother, what am I bowing to..."
"Greet Hua Sword Saint!"
"Greet what... Mother, what is it?"
"What isn’t important, Nannan, just bow, hold onto your father’s treasured sword."
Hua Weiyang, indeed, was merely a thought incarnation.
He could not easily be moved; shedding tears upon seeing the Supreme Master was already losing composure, never imagining that upon seeing the scene of the five regions bowing to him...
As if a current surged from the sole of his feet through his heart, directly to the top of his head.
Hua Weiyang’s pores expanded, slightly trembling, with a tingling scalp.
"Why to this extent..."
To him, the myriad beings of the five regions were actually of no consequence.
He had never genuinely held the life and death of each person in his heart, seeing them all as fleeting.
He had witnessed the vastness of the Great Path, life’s insignificance.
He knew his Self was like a mayfly, like dust, not reaching the supreme greatness of Ancestral Godhood, nor was it entirely void or illusion.
In this heaven and earth, mayflies and dust have their places, indispensable yet trivial.
"Just fulfilling my duty..."
He thought so in his heart, yet without knowing why, felt teared up again.
There was a sense of being recognized, despite feeling alone through the ages, suddenly seen and respected in the midst of drifting uncertainty.
A clarity found in the meaningless persistence, after being unsure of what this path meant, yet not being lost enough to give it up.
It was worth it...
Hua Weiyang silently laughed out.
He lowered his head, eyelids gently twitching, then turned his face away, frowning, lost in thought.
Finally, lifting his head, he looked towards the Sword Ancestor.
The old man no longer seemed the picky figure from distant memory, as if in his final words, a dying person speaks kindly, a deceased person reaches supreme goodness:
"You did it."
Hua Weiyang took a deep breath.
An old man who doesn’t withhold praise always invokes special sorrow, knowing all is in the past.
One cannot live in memory.
Hua Weiyang turned his head, looking at the guy beside him, paused for a long time, and then spoke softly:
"Xu Xiaoshou, thank you."
...
"Not undeserved."
Beyond the realm, from the coffin under the tower came the voice of the Demon Ancestor: "People say he is sharp-tongued, a tongue like lotuses, today I have truly seen."
"Heh, a person fishing for fame and praise."
The Medicine Ancestor laughed, refraining from further comment.
Just Hua Weiyang, he hadn’t achieved the realm of Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor, eternally a step behind.
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