Volume 3, Chapter 91: Allegiance of the Sutra.
Looking at the three drops of essence blood in his hand, Ye Tingmu was stunned, and Fuyou disappeared before his eyes.
What echoes in my ears is the sound of something floating away.
"My friend, we have been together for 600 years. May our friendship remain in our hearts forever. May we meet again in the future. I wish you a smooth journey and may you finally get what you want. Don't forget our agreement."
He subconsciously held the three drops of blood in his hands and looked at the end of the road of reincarnation. The crimson abyss was still so desirable.
He whispered softly.
"We will meet again. Our promise will never be forgotten until death."
Everything in the world is fleeting and will eventually end in separation, and what he hates most is separation.
He raised his finger and moved his mind. A drop of blood rose into the air and hovered on top of the clay sculpture. Then, with the movement of his finger, the blood turned into strands of red silk, which gradually appeared on the clay sculpture of doomsday.
In just a moment, the silk threads made of essence and blood began to flow on the clay sculpture like meridians.
It spread all over the body in the blink of an eye.
Then, the clay on the stone sculpture began to fall off, and Jing's eyes were slowly moving.
Finally, he woke up as a huge piece of mud fell.
He stood up slowly, the dirt on his body continued to fall off, and the splashing dust covered his entire body.
And through the smoke and dust, Ye Tingmu saw the Sutra again after ten thousand years.
Jing was also standing there, his eyes fixed on Ye Tingmu, with a hint of horror in his eyes.
Even though a thousand years had passed, Ye Tingmu's appearance had changed a little and his memory was also a little distorted, but he still recognized the man in front of him at first sight.
He had imprinted that familiar breath into its sea of consciousness.
It has met many people in its life, but the man in front of it is an exception.
So it's still fresh in my memory.
"We meet again, young men."
Ye Tingmu smiled knowingly.
"Yeah, nice to see you again. How are you doing? Jing."
The bronze eyes were originally dark, but at this moment they were tinged with depth.
"I am sleeping and have no concept of time. I am still the same as before. As you can see, I am fine."
As it spoke, it half-crouched on the ground with its huge body, as if talking to Ye Tingmu in this posture was a kind of respect for him.
It continued, "Did you wake me up?"
"Yeah, yes."
"But now you don't need my help anymore. You can already travel through the abyss."
Although it is just a bronze statue, its power is immortal, so it can easily detect Ye Tingmu's realm.
Even though Ye Tingmu is just a soul now, it can still sense that he has suddenly realized the law of reincarnation.
And it was so naive that it thought that Ye Tingmu woke it up just to let it take him into reincarnation again.
Ye Tingmu shook his head slightly when he heard this.
"I woke you up, not to let you lead me into the abyss."
The confusion in his eyes persisted.
"Then why did you wake me up?"
As I just said, although the Sutra is immortal, it is ultimately just a bronze statue, and its mind is relatively simple.
So Ye Tingmu woke it up, but told it that he didn't need it. It felt very confused and couldn't understand.
Ye Tingmu could naturally understand Jing's thoughts. He just looked at Jing, his eyes meeting his, with sincerity and expectation in his eyes.
He asked, "Jing, do you want to leave here?"
His whole body froze at this moment, and the color of the pupils in his gray eyes began to slowly change.
After several seconds, it came back to its senses, looked at Ye Tingmu, and asked in a confirming tone: "You want to take me away from here?"
"If you want, you can."
"Really?"
The deep voice should have been low and without any emotion, but at this moment Ye Tingmu caught expectation and a glimmer of hope in the three words "Jing".
He shrugged slightly.
"why not?"
It fell into confusion again, with its eyes drooping, and three seconds later, its voice spoke again.
"My master once told me, if one day someone said to me, would you like to go with me?"
"It requires me to agree. That means I will leave here, end my fate on the road of reincarnation, and start a new mission."
Its answer surprised Ye Tingmu. Could it be that the owner of the sutra, the old man, had also anticipated the arrival of this day?
Is all this destined?
"What is your new mission?"
He couldn't help but ask, without any hesitation, he suddenly knelt on one knee from his half-squatting body, and clenched his right fist and placed it in front of his chest.
He performed the ancient standard knight etiquette towards Ye Tingmu.
"Follow the new master and conquer the heavens."
It was just eight short words, not long but powerful, echoing in the road of reincarnation.
"I am willing to leave this place with the new master."
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When Ye Tingmu heard this, there was also a hint of trance in his eyes. Everything seemed to be going too smoothly.
When he chose to take the Sutra away, did the Sutra choose himself as its new owner?
"You really have to accept me as your new master."
"Yes, Master, this is the order my master left me. It is also my destiny. I have waited for endless years on the road of reincarnation, and today I finally got my wish."
The origin and end of fate, everything is destined. The gears of destiny favor Ye Tingmu again, and he successfully obtains Jing's loyalty.
Once my benefactor, now my subordinate, the change feels seamless.
Ye Tingmu knew clearly in his heart that this was also part of the game. Jing's appearance had been waiting for his arrival from the very beginning. All this was fate, but also destined.
He is in this game, and the classics are also in this game.
He gestured for Jing to stand up and calmly accepted Jing's loyalty.
"In that case, then you can come with me."
"As you command."
Jing stood up and Ye Tingmu looked at the end of the reincarnation road again. Although Jing's surrender was fate, he had to admit that this was also a gift from Fuyou to him.
"Thank you very much."
The last look was a farewell. He broke through the void space with the sutra and left the cycle of reincarnation again.
Looking at his receding back, colorful luster appeared in the red eyes floating in the abyss.
"I see that the end of my daydream is you, and from now on the day is bright..."
Ye Tingmu left and left the path of reincarnation. The last time he left, it took him nine thousand years to come back, and this time, Fuyou just hoped that it wouldn't take too long.
The old man also watched Ye Tingmu's back, looked at Jing who left with him, stroked his beard, and murmured softly.
"In the next game, with this one more move, the chances of winning can be increased by another 30%. There is a lot of potential, a lot of potential."
On the road of reincarnation, at some point, a long and lingering sound of fishermen’s songs began to be heard.
Bidding farewell to old friends only leaves behind longing and unnecessary regrets.
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