Chapter 1003 Lonely Shadow in the Years

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他看着这空荡荡的星空，他的目中，没有了丝毫的光，失神落魄，他的眼中，充满了迷茫。
直到那道神宫中，完整凝聚了他的神像之后，他感受到自己的法力，已然无边，感受到了自己的寿元，已然无尽。
He is a true immortal, recognized by countless stars in the sky.
But his magic knows no bounds, his lifespan is endless, and for him, they have no effect anymore. He has no close ones by his side, no beloved ones by his pillow. His brothers, his disciples, the faces he remembered, are all gone.
"Is it only me left in the entire starry sky..."
他的声音不大，可这星空如今极为安静，不大的声音，也在不停的回荡，一遍又一遍。
He walks slowly in the starry sky, heading towards the darkness. He wants to sleep there, for a very long time.
He is like a flower blooming in the desert, with no one to appreciate, no one to pass by, and no one to pick. He can only bloom alone and shed his leaves alone.
他很希望，这无尽的沙漠之中，会走来一个人，去欣赏他，去赞美他，然后摘下，哪怕那样的他活的很短暂。
他走向漆黑，是因为他接受不了这个现实，从始至终，他都厌倦修行，也厌倦了打打杀杀，他要的很简单，对他而言，却是一种奢求。
A person with ordinary aspirations has yearned for it for many years, but has never been able to achieve it. They only wish to hold the hand of their beloved and slowly walk together until old age in simplicity.
To them, becoming a fairy serves no purpose, as it cannot bury the pain in their heart. Can I help you with anything else?
"You all left, and that's good. Let me accompany you..."
Mu Hao closed his eyes gradually in the deep of the starry sky. His heart died completely at this moment. However, just then, a person approached from the starry sky, and that person was Xiu Ya. Please note that in English, the "@" symbol is not commonly used for emphasis as it may be in Chinese. However, in this translation, I preserved the "@" symbol as requested.
Mu Hao looked at him. He was an old acquaintance, but also a pawn. Mu Hao remained silent and raised his hand. Boundless magic condensed and wiped away the celestial energy on Xiu Ya's body.
“多谢穆皇…”
那修崖此刻有着激动，可他感受到穆浩身上，竟然存在了死意之后，想要说话，却又不想开口，毕竟，如今穆浩的身份，已然不同。
"Speak up if you have something to say..."
Mu Hao looked at him, his voice hoarse.
"Mu Huang, I am just a pawn in the hands of the Jade Emperor. Now through your help, I have escaped from the chessboard of destiny. Such great kindness, I will never forget..."
"I have personally witnessed the Jade Emperor, using a wisp of residual soul, searching for traces in time and reviving that person. Now, Mu Huang and the Jade Emperor have the same level of cultivation. I believe you can too..."
他的话，使得穆浩这里呼吸急促，一缕魂可以复活一个人，那曾经的黑袍人也是这样说，他的目中，出现了精芒。
他记得手中，还有着一缕木珊的残魂，这缕残魂，他深藏道台之内，他抬手之时，手中出现了那缕魂，他当初成仙的目的，也是为了复活木珊。
Seeing this, Xiu Ya bowed to Mu Hao before leaving the place. Mu Hao didn't pay much attention to where he went. His gaze remained fixed on the almost dissipating remnant soul in his palm.
他抬手，法力包裹着这残魂，更是在岁月中，抽取这木珊的轨迹，他的前方，渐渐出现了一个人影，一道倩影，站在了穆浩的身前。
Her name is Mu Shan. After she opened her eyes, she looked at Mu Hao with confusion. However, she instinctively felt friendly towards Mu Hao and smiled at him.
This smile made Mu Hao's heart flutter with chaos.
“A strand of residual soul can be revived, but unfortunately, without memories, she is not complete...”
“However, if I can find her other remnants, she will be Mu Shan...”
At this moment, Mu Hao seemed to see hope, even though it seemed faint. But at least, he had a direction, a direction to revive his loved one.
"In the ancient martial cosmos, without complete cycles, I will create cycles,"
he raised his hand and a Heaven-sealing Pen appeared in his hand. Then, he fiercely drew three strokes towards the front. With each stroke falling, it carried unimaginable power.
"With a stroke, the fiendish creatures emerge from the woods..."
"With a stroke, the myriad of demons fill the world..."
"With a stroke, eternal rest in the realm of Yama..."
These three strokes fall, connecting to form a circle, a circle without a visible starting point or an observable end, resembling a cycle.
唯独这一次的葬天三式施展，天地间没有出现一缕魂，而那阎罗大陆的出现，以穆浩的手段，将那本是虚幻的术法，凝聚成了实质，那是真正的大陆。
那阎罗大陆如今的模样，正是穆浩记忆中的古武，就这么漂浮在这星空之中，除非穆浩陨落，这大陆才会崩溃。
古武大陆上，如今有了真正的星空，却没了当初那一道道身影，没有了半点生气。
"I will definitely make this place lively again, definitely..."
"Even if I, Mu Hao, search through each starry sky, reverse the ages of the universe, and traverse countless cycles of reincarnation, I will still find you..."
He raised his hand at this moment and grabbed fiercely downwards. Under this grab, a beam of light entered his hand, it was... the Seal of the Gods.
"Once I return it to the Nine Provinces, I will come find all of you..."
他拿着封神榜，只走了九步，便走出了古武星空，更是在这之后，他朝着当初那三皇五帝星空极愿的神识所指之地，来到了那脑海中曾经浮现过的星空。
In this vast starry sky, there are many more magnificent than the starry sky of Guwu. Within this starry sky, there is a door that eternal suppresses everything in this starry sky. It is a celestial door.
Above that celestial door, there are three blurred characters. In the past, Mu Hao didn't recognize this ancient script, but at this moment, a glimmer of deduction appeared in his eyes. Until the radiance faded, he looked at the door and murmured.
“南天门…”
他伸手想要打开这道门，可却在这一刻眉头皱起，渐渐缩回了手，他在这南天门上，感受到了一股极尽的孤独，这孤独之意，仿佛曾经，有着一个人，在这里，镇守了很久很久。
Mu Hao's body is bursting with the power of time. Everything in his eyes, at this moment, begins to reverse until it flows back through endless ages. He sees, in front of the South Heaven Gate, a figure sitting there. This figure is a demonic cultivator, holding a golden iron rod, with loneliness in his eyes and a deep-seated stubbornness. He dares to challenge the dominance of the heavens, this is a figure guarding the South Heaven with a staff. Mu Hao, filled with awe, approaches the figure cautiously.
The years are still flowing backwards, but the scene is blurry as if a pair of large hands wiped away everything from the past at the South Heaven Gate.
"Is that chessboard elder called Yu Di? There is a hint of divination on this South Heaven Gate, but why did he exhaust all his divination abilities..."
“这南天门上有他的天机道，我强行无法破开，只能，九州之修自己走出来…”
“这九州的封神榜，我答应了若是成仙，定然会归还…”
Murmuring to himself, Mu Hao then rushed towards the Nine Continents on the south side of the Tianmen, stepping into it with a resounding impact. After a long time, when Mu Hao emerged from this Nine Continents, he deeply gazed at the magnificent land and let out a sigh. Translation:
"I hope you can leave..."
He no longer held the Sealing God Scroll in his hands. He glanced at Mù Shān by his side, smiled slightly, and then walked towards the starry sky.
He set off with Mu Shan and began the search amidst these starry skies.
Time flew by, passing a century, and during this hundred years, Mu Hao continued his search, yet he gained nothing, not even a trace of remnants, which he could sense.
But he is immortal, with endless life span, so he has plenty of time to search. However, this path of search is extremely lonely. Amidst this loneliness, Mu Shan ultimately didn't possess a complete soul. In the end, she transformed into a wisp of residual soul, carefully kept by him.
当五百年过去之后，他还是没有找到一缕魂，当初苍茫之主将所有的残魂，放逐到了一个个星空，想让穆浩，代替他，永远的孤独下去，他做到了。
如今的穆浩，已是披头散发，他沉默中，只有不断的去寻找，直到岁月，距离他走出古武星空的一千年。
这一天，他猛地睁开双眼，所在的星空之中，有着一个星辰，那星辰之内，有着一丝很微弱的气息，这气息带着一丝熟悉之感，他一步迈入那星辰之内。
In this starry sky, there are hardly any cultivators present. In front of a courtyard, stands an old tree. Mu Hao arrives beneath this tree, filled with excitement.
On the tree, there is a green leaf that should have fallen in the autumn season. Yet, at this moment, it slowly drifts down and lands on Mu Hao's shoulder. Mu Hao picks up the leaf, sensing a hint of reincarnation within it.
那是九世轮回体的一缕残魂，他将那残魂收回，千年来，第一次如此激动过，目中本是黯淡的光，又是明亮起来。
"Brother..."
His voice, extremely hoarse. He laughed, yet for thousands of years, he had never spoken a word, as if he had forgotten how to laugh. His laughter was ugly, but sincere.
In this vast universe, he chose such a path, a path of eternal exploration, even if the universe is dim, he will continue to search, and then bring them to the ancient martial starry sky, bringing them home.
Another thousand years passed, Mu Hao, in these two thousand years, has found three strands of residual souls, one of which belongs to Xiao Yi, in the ruins of the starry sky.
Time keeps flowing, his appearance remains the same, but he looks tired, that is because his heart is weary. [Translation]
In the midst of a vast ocean, there is a sea dragon chasing after a crocodile. But just as the sea dragon is about to devour the crocodile, a figure with white hair emerges. The appearance of this figure causes the sea dragon to tremble as if it is about to dissipate into the heavens and the earth, its eyes filled with profound fear.
Similarly, the crocodile did the same. The white-haired Xiu Lai took away the only colorful scale on the body of the sea dragon and then disappeared.
Mu Hao in the void looked at the scale in his hand and tears streamed down his face. Within that scale, there were traces of time, it was… Yin Ting. His tears fell onto the scale, emitting a colorful light.
Time, constantly passing by, in the blink of an eye, it has been five thousand years since Mu Hao left the ancient martial starry sky. In these five thousand years, he has found thirteen strands of fragmented souls. In the vast expanse of the starry sky, he continues to search slowly. Translated:
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