C341 Desolate Night

After Mingsi had broken through to the next realm, he left the cave and began to refine the techniques he had previously cultivated. His strength had increased, and his spiritual energy had become much stronger than before. As such, his control over the techniques had increased by another level.

In a battle, one did not rely solely on the thickness of the spiritual energy. Sometimes, the most important thing was how to use the techniques and how proficient the techniques were.

That night, Mingsi burned a bonfire in the cave. He leaned against the mountain wall of the cave and looked at the bright moon shining down from the sky. The memories of the past surfaced in his mind.

Ever since he left Chang'an and embarked on the one-year journey of seeking answers, Mingsi would often recall the past.

In particular, the words of his master, Yang Sheng, always lingered in his ears.

"It's good that you leave the Small Spiritual World. Go to Huaxia Continent and take a look at this country. It's not too late to decide on your future path after you have a clear look at the world of Huaxia. "

"When the time comes, I won't stop you from going, staying, living, dying and Yin. What do you think?"

"What they did, was it right or wrong. . . " Mingsi still had a deep gratitude towards Yang Sheng and the others from the Minor Spirit World. They had taken Mingsi in like their family and taught him the arts. This was something that Mingsi would remember for the rest of his life.

However, everything that was normal had changed during the war on the island half a year ago.

When Mingsi found out that he had become a chess piece, his heart trembled. His original idea began to waver. Because the person who played this game was his master, Yang Sheng.

Although this had something to do with the Sacred Knight Palace, Mingsi was still brooding over the fact that his master had used him. During this time, Ramu's body exploded because of this, and Mingsi's father was also taken out a wisp of his soul as a hostage. All of this was like a sharp sword that stabbed straight into his heart. It was extremely painful.

However, a few months had passed, and Mingsi no longer had the impulse from before. The sorrow in his heart could not be less, but after settling down for such a long time, Mingsi suddenly had another thought as he walked.

"How do I define right and wrong?" Mingsi asked himself in his heart, "Master finally condensed the remnant soul of La Mu. It allowed La Mu to be reborn, and my father's remnant soul. It was also out of his expectations that this couldn't be changed. In the end, he only wanted to kill me for the sake of the bigger picture. If I really end up in the hands of the Apocalypse, I'm afraid the consequences will be even more severe. "

Along the way, Illusion God had occasionally given Mingsi some insight. At that time, Mingsi had a very unpleasant feeling when he heard it, but every time he recalled it in the dead of the night, Mingsi also realized that there was nothing wrong with it. In fact, if it was him, he would have done the same thing.

As a result, Mingsi's resentment gradually faded away, even though he did not realize it.

However, during this period of time, Mingsi's mind was in a mess. Apart from the matter of the island, he was also troubled by the matters of his family. After his family was destroyed, his mother disappeared from Heroic Spirit Village. The only clue he left was to find her in the future when the time was right.

However, how could he find the Northern Desert?

Four years ago, his two brothers left Chang'an and started their journey to travel around China. However, there was still no news from them. How could he explore such a huge country?

Thinking about this, Mingsi couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness. When he was fifteen, he entered the school of spirit cultivators. After his father sent him to the Chang'an City, he felt that the distance between him and his family had increased. Now, the distance between them was 108,000.

"Father is still in Doomsday Continent. . . " Mingsi thought of his father's matter and felt a pain in his heart. He did not dare to think about it, but these things happened to him, and it was not up to him to decide.

When he recalled that day when he saw his father's remnant soul, the thing that Mingsi felt the most was helplessness. He stood on the surface of the sea and watched helplessly as his father's remnant soul was held in the hands of the Emperor of Doomsday. He looked at his father's haggard figure. What could he do? He could only tremble! Fear!

He knew that his father was still trapped in Doomsday Continent, but at this moment, he didn't even know what his soul was. If he wanted to find his father, how could he take the first step?

While thinking, Mingsi slowly took off the gourd on his waist. He shook it, and the wine inside shook. An ethereal sound echoed in the quiet night. Mingsi put the gourd to his mouth, first licked the mouth of the gourd with his tongue, and took a small sip of the wine.

Suddenly, his eyes were filled with sorrow. He raised the gourd and gulped down a large mouthful of wine.

"Oh!"

Mingsi's mouth bulged, but his lips were tightly shut. He almost choked on the wine, but in the end, he held it in.

His face was as red as his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot. It was not easy for him to swallow all the wine. Mingsi could not help but cough again.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Mingsi threw the gourd forward with great force. He did not use any spiritual energy, but the gourd was still smashed into pieces, and the wine spilled all over the ground.

"Si, can you come and drink with dad?" During the night in Chang'an City, his father always said this to him.

"No! I really don't know what your master is thinking. This wine is so spicy, why are you drinking it? " Mingsi refused every time.

At that moment, a drunken feeling arose. After Mingsi coughed, he suddenly laughed. It was a very small laugh, but it quickly grew bigger. Mingsi then laughed towards the sky. This laughter sounded very carefree, but when one savored it carefully, it was not difficult to discover that there was a deep sadness within it.

Tears fell from his face one by one, and his laughter stopped abruptly.

The smiling face slowly twisted into a ball, and Mingsi cried.

"Father. . . Wuuuuu. . . "

Mingsi was seventeen years old and had cultivated until now. He was open-minded and did not care about small details, but he had cried many times.

Now, he cried once again.

"Father! I'm sorry. . . I'm sorry!" Mingsi regretted not drinking with his father when he was in Chang'an. He thought of his rejection time and time again, and it was hard for him to forgive himself.

Mingsi bent his body and held his head with both hands. He kept sobbing.

Suddenly, he got up in anger and rushed over to kick the broken gourd away. Then, he chased after it and stepped on it randomly. He knew that the gourd would turn into powder and the ground would cave in. Only then did Mingsi collapse.

At this moment, his body was filled with spiritual energy, but he could not muster up any strength in his heart.

In a daze, Mingsi actually fell asleep on the ground.

In the cave, Illusion God slowly opened his eyes. His gaze seemed to penetrate dozens of meters and fell on Mingsi's body. He sighed in his heart. Then, he waved his hand and a light screen enveloped Mingsi. All the wild beasts that were approaching him retreated.