Chapter 1004: Keep Walking (Final Chapter)

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On this day, Mu Hao suddenly shook in the starry sky. He stared tightly ahead where two figures were also looking back at him. Translation:
"Forgotten Dust Elder..."
Mu Hao looked ahead, and there, he saw a figure in a black robe. There was also a woman wearing a red dress, looking at Mu Hao with a turbulent gaze in her eyes...
That person in the black robe is none other than Memoryless, who has condensed the fourth statue of the gods. I have seen him before in the incarnation of Pangu. Now, we meet again.
"Fang Xiang..."
Mu Hao looked at the woman, feeling even more shocked. The woman is none other than Fang Xiang, who had bid him farewell with a kiss during their time in the You Kingdom. Unexpectedly, she is the disciple of Memoryless.
"You dare deceive me..."
Mu Hao's eyes turned red, with infinite murderous intent gathering. Looking at that Forget Dust, the Forget Dust shook his head and sighed.
"If it weren't for my disciple, you wouldn't be able to see me at all, nor could you take that step..." Translated:
Forget dust looked at Mu Hao, with a trace of pity, pitying his situation and the lonely path he had taken, the endless path of loneliness.
Fang Xiang walked out, came to Mu Hao's side, and she always had a trace of concern for Mu Hao.
"If I don't make the Master say that the lost soul can be revived, you won't be able to move forward. No one in the ancient martial arts will survive. At least, with you here, there is still hope for the ancient martial arts..."
Back then on the ancient road, Mu Hao asked the black-robed figure if they could be resurrected, and Forgotten Dust told him it was possible. However, what they didn't expect was that even if resurrected, a trace of lost soul would no longer have memories, being nothing more than a walking corpse.
Mu Hao looked at Fang Xiang, and suddenly he trembled, thinking of something.
"Have you seen Zhao Meier? She's also gone missing, and no matter how I search, I can't find her..."
Mu Hao's expression was excited. In the past, there were two people missing in the ancient martial arts world, one was Fang Xiang and the other was Zhao Meier. Now that he saw Fang Xiang, he still couldn't find Zhao Meier's figure.
Na Fangxiang looked at him, she really wanted to nod, maybe this way, she could alleviate Mu Hao's pain. But in the end, she could only sigh. Seeing this, Mu Hao smiled self-deprecatingly, looked deeply at Na Fangxiang, and turned away.
"Fang Xiang, thank you. I hope you can remember me as a friend. My name is... Mu Hao. I'm afraid that in the future, I might forget my own name..."
At that moment, Fang Xiang looked at that figure and couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
In her impression, Mu Hao had a steadfast figure, but now he appeared desolate and lonely, every step weighed heavily.
Mu Hao gradually stopped and spoke in a deep voice.
“天地间九为极，若道神宫中，有着九尊神像会如何…”
穆浩的话，是问向那忘尘的，或许，是问一个答案。
“若有九尊神像，天机散尽，宇宙重开…”
Forget Dust looked solemn for the first time, watching Mu Hao's figure until he completely walked out of this starry sky, then he came back to his senses.
"Disciple, come with me, don't let him disturb your heart..."
With a sigh, Fangchen turned around and walked away, dressed in a black robe.
"Master, you'll never understand. Do you know why I always wear red? Because the first time he saw me, there was a hint of astonishment in his eyes..."
Fang Xiang watched the direction in which Mu Hao was leaving, for a long, long time. Only then did she turn around and step into that void. She always carried a regret, perhaps, there would be a chance to meet again.
Mu Hao is searching in this starry sky, his path has no end, only the endless loneliness.
In this starry sky, he has searched for ten thousand years, but the remnants in his hands are only a few strands. He continues to walk, until the day he collects all the remnants.
Until Mu Hao spent ten thousand years in this starry sky, he stepped into the chaos. Within the chaos, there was a figure holding a giant axe. Upon seeing Mu Hao's arrival, in silence, they made way for him.
Fifty thousand years have passed. Mu Hao's heart is weary. On this day, he found a wisp of soul in a frozen world, and this wisp of soul belongs to his senior sister apprentice.
When he found it, he remembered the smile on his senior sister's face when she looked at him. He smiled and carefully stored this strand of lingering soul. In this vast starry sky, he continued his search.
Many people have seen his appearance during this search, but not a single person remembers it. In fact, when Mu Hao turned around, many had already forgotten. Translation: When he found it, he remembered the smile on his senior sister's face when she looked at him. He smiled and carefully stored this strand of lingering soul. In this vast starry sky, he continued his search. His appearance was witnessed by many during this search, but none of them remembered it. In fact, when Mu Hao turned around, many had already forgotten.
Until he found an epoch in this starry sky.
He forgot what time meant, forgot what suffering was, he only remembered that he had to go in search.
He only knew that he had to keep going.
Again and again, he searches, only to be lost once more.
In the upheaval of Heaven and Earth, separation ensues, leaving him only with loneliness and solitude.
He longs to return to the past, yet is separated by the river of time.
绝唱中埋下因果，成仙后走过轮回几多。
一场梦，梦醒三更。
一壶酒，难以慰风尘。
一袭白发，散去等闲身。
一条路，走到无人问。
In this starry sky, a legend has slowly emerged, a legend that speaks of a figure with white hair, constantly searching within this endless expanse of stars.
No one knows what he is searching for, nor for how long he has been searching, all that is known is that he continues to walk this path.
Gradually, this legend also dissipates in the passage of time, only occasionally mentioned.
In the starry sky, only a few people know that figure that has searched through several epochs in the starry sky, still searching.
He continues to walk this path, and maybe one day in the future, he will return to the ancient martial arts starry sky with all his souls.
He has been searching, only to bring them... back home.
That is their home, so keep walking on this road.
(This book...complete)
(There will be a concluding statement and announcement of a new book, which will be written tonight...)
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