The sun had already set, and the sky darkened.
An even more shocking darkness swept over them. Two streams of black blood flowed out of Yu Xingyang's eyes. His eyes were lifeless and empty.
Ding Meng knew that this was the effect of Bai Pinghai and his daughter's poison. If Yu Xingyang did not use his Origin Energy to its limit, he might have been able to control it, but once he did, his blood would also flow faster. Now that the poison had spread to his eyes, he had already lost his sight.
However, his expression was still very calm. He slowly put down Cheng Wen's corpse and then sat down cross-legged.
Ding Meng crawled over and carefully called out, "Mister Yu, Mister Yu …"
A cold wind blew through the withered forest. Yu Xingyang's face still had that carefree expression. "Ding Meng, do you know the warsong of the Devil Kingdom's herdsman?"
Ding Meng hurriedly nodded. "I know. It's that song, 'The Blood of Heroes'."
Yu Xingyang proudly said, "Ding Meng, can you play a song for me?"
Ding Meng took in a deep breath. Although he did not know what Yu Xingyang's intentions were, he did not hesitate at this moment. He took out the green bone leaf from his bosom and placed it next to his mouth.
This time, the song was different from the one at the riverside in the capital. 'The Original Scenery of Home' was filled with tranquility, gentleness, and sorrow. However, this song, 'The Blood of Heroes', was filled with determination, sonorous, and heroic.
As soon as the song began, Yu Xingyang also sang with it. The two voices spread far and wide, echoing in the depths of the mountains. At this time, Long Yao, who had just walked to the pavilion of Celestial Heavens Gate, finally heard it.
Heroes, pledge to flow hot blood, fear no frost and snow;
Pride and righteousness in the world, let the name be engraved in the flood of life for a hundred generations;
The raging fire will not cease for a thousand years, the radiance after the sacrifice of my body;
Heroes, seek only the past, the brilliance is enough;
Ah — —
Right and wrong, advance and retreat, life and death, I have long seen through;
Ah — —
If I can find a good friend, what more can I ask for in this life?
With my hands, I can change the spring and autumn of this generation;
Heartless, I can proudly step over a thousand mountains without regret …
…
When the song ended, Ding Meng put down the green bone leaf and was shocked to find that Yu Xingyang's entire body was surrounded by bright white flames. He looked just like a devil spirit in the Underworld. He did not know that this was one of the strange techniques of the Extraterritorial Devil Nation. At the cost of completely burning one's origin point, it could instantly increase one's combat power by several times.
"Run —"
Bai Pinghai suddenly broke free from the support of the crowd, and used all his strength to shout out this word, and then he rushed towards Yu Xingyang.
He had seen this mystical technique before, and he knew that Yu Xingyang was deliberately sacrificing himself to protect Ding Meng. He also threw caution to the wind, hoping to sacrifice himself to protect his daughter and disciples.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Yu Xingyang's eyes were completely white and glowing.
His pupils flashed, and Bai Pinghai's head was raised high. His throat made a "ka ka" sound, and the hero's knife hooked his chin, lifting him up.
The dark golden knife flashed again, and Bai Pinghai's head fell to the ground. His corpse fell to the side, blood spurting out of his mouth.
Zhan Long, Zhan Yi, Cheng Wu, and Bai Ling were scared out of their wits. They no longer had the courage to fight, so they turned around and ran towards the river.
This was a scene that Ding Meng would never forget. He could no longer see the eyes of light, and all he could see was a curtain of white light falling like rain. The dark golden hero's knife was like golden silk in this curtain of rain, and it was more like a celestial rain falling from the night sky.
Three seconds later, the four living people were automatically dismembered. Broken arms and legs flew all over the sky, and the blood formed an extremely dense blood mist that condensed at the riverside and didn't disperse for a long time …
This battle was too tragic and too cruel, but this world had always been like this. If Ding Meng had fallen into their hands, his fate might have been even worse.
Yu Xingyang's true body had appeared. He leaned against the rock by the river, and he breathed weakly.
In an instant, he aged a few decades. His hair was white, and his skin was gray and dark. His entire body was gradually shrinking.
"Mr. Yu!
Mr. Yu! "Ding Meng ran over.
Yu Xingyang could no longer see this world. He suddenly smiled and said, "Twenty years ago, I sent Yaoyao away on this grassland. But I know that twenty years later, we will meet again here. Yaoyao, don't you think so?"
Ding Meng was shocked. A white shadow descended from the sky and quickly landed under the rock. Long Yao immediately supported Yu Xingyang. "Brother Xing, Brother Xing, cheer up. Take the elixir of our sect …"
Yu Xingyang smiled. He did not take the elixir. He only stretched out his withered right hand, which was like a claw, and gently stroked Long Yao's beautiful face. "I knew you would come. I have never misjudged anyone in my life."
Long Yao's tears immediately flowed out of her eyes, and she gently held his hand.
He sent her up the mountain twenty years ago so that he could meet her again twenty years later. He finally saw her twenty years later, but this was the last time he would see her. Yu Xingyang would never see her face again.
Yu Xingyang murmured and sighed. "What fortune is there in meeting? What sorrow is there in parting? What joy is there in life? What bitterness is there in death …"
This was the poem engraved on the hero's knife. This was his life. He had a premonition a long time ago. However, when he read it out loud, Yu Xingyang's expression was indescribably emotional. He trembled as he raised the knife.
"When I saw this saber for the first time, I knew that my fate would definitely be changed by it. Just like when I saw you for the first time, I knew that my life would definitely belong to you. When I saw this saber for the second time, I had a feeling that my life would come to an end soon. Furthermore, it would definitely end on this grassland where we met. I would definitely see you again …"
This was indeed a miraculous premonition. That was why he had been painstakingly searching for his elder brother, Ding Wenhe, and this hero's knife for the past seven years. He knew that they had a mysterious connection with him, and now he finally found it. So this was fate.
However, he still smiled and said, "But I am already satisfied!"
Ding Meng and Long Yao both understood this. He had loved deeply, and was also loved deeply. He had been brilliant, and he had also been dim. He had pursued, and he had also lost. He had even sacrificed his precious life for the inheritance of the hero's knife. However, he did not regret it, because his life was already filled with meaning.
Yu Xingyang once again held Long Yao's hand tightly. "Yaoyao, after I leave, please escort brother Ding Meng to the Yu Mo Villa in the Extraterritorial Devil Nation. Hand him over to my clansmen. This is my last wish."
Long Yao was already choked with sobs. How could she still speak?
Yu Xingyang raised the knife again. "Ding Meng!"
Ding Meng had already knelt on the ground. "Mr. Yu!"
Yu Xingyang said, "I don't know if I, Yu Xingyang, can be considered half the successor of this hero's knife?"
Ding Meng's eyes were also filled with tears. "No one is more qualified than Mr. Yu. I should call Mr. Yu Elder Brother Yu. Ding Meng will never forget Elder Brother Yu's kindness to me. Mr. Yu is truly the best knife in the world."
Yu Xingyang finally revealed a contented smile. He slowly extended the knife and uttered the last words of his life.
"Ding Meng, this hero's knife … please don't let down everyone who has sacrificed for it …"
Ding Meng solemnly took the knife, then knelt on the ground and respectfully kowtowed three times to Yu Xingyang.
However, when he raised his head again, Yu Xingyang had already stopped breathing. His entire body seemed to have turned into ashes.
"Brother Xing!
Brother Xing! "
"Mr. Yu …"
Ding Meng and Long Yao's cries of surprise resounded throughout the wilderness. However, the only answer they received was the cold wind in the cold night.
The cold wind mercilessly swept past. The ashes on the ground danced. Yu Xingyang's ashes had already dissipated in the wind.
This generation of masters was amazing when he was alive. His name was known far and wide. However, after he died, he did not leave anything behind. Perhaps the wind was his final destination. It allowed him to play freely and run without worries until the end of the world …
…
"Swoosh — —"
Ding Meng exited the intermediate consciousness space. On the dark and cold beach of the wooden house, the shadow was standing on a rock, staring at the undulating tide. He held a green bone leaf in his hand and was playing the song "Hero's Blood".
The song was still sonorous and powerful. It spread out over the vast sea. There was a sense of heroism and no regrets.
After a long time, the shadow slowly turned around and gently bowed to Ding Meng.
In Ding Meng's eyes, the shadow did not seem to be a shadow, nor was it himself. It was Yu Xingyang. This was because Mr. Yu's glorious image was forever engraved in his heart.
"I wonder if this knife of mine is considered the best knife in the world this year?" Yu Xingyang's carefree and proud expression seemed to be vivid in his mind.
Ding Meng quietly replied, "Yes!"
The shadow's expression seemed to be as carefree as Mr. Yu's. "I wonder if I, Yu Xingyang, am considered the successor of this hero's knife?"
Ding Meng nodded solemnly. "Yes!"
The shadow bowed slightly again, then finally disappeared into light.
Xiao Ai said, "ACT5570, congratulations on successfully constructing your eighth origin."
Ding Meng naturally knew that he had succeeded. A fiery red origin had appeared in the center of his brain. It had completely established a connection with the seven origin points in his heart. At the same time, it had also formed a virtual line with the Diamond Starfusing Art. Overall, it was as if there was a sword hidden in his body. The hilt was his heart, while the tip was his brain. His energy reserves were more abundant, and the energy fluctuations were more powerful. His entire body seemed to be enveloped in layers of fiery red energy, which radiated a luster that spread outward...
However, he did not look happy.
Little Rascal sighed silently. Only now did she realize that the memories of not changing one's choice were so tragic, so tragic, and so heroic. It turned out that Ding Meng was only able to live to this day because these people had fought for him.
"Ding Meng, don't let Mr. Yu's good intentions go to waste," Little Rascal consoled.
Ding Meng also silently nodded. "Xiao Ai, how long did I cultivate this time?"
Xiao Ai said in a low voice, "We estimated that it would take 65 days, but this time, it took 702 hours, 31 minutes, and 09 seconds. You completed it ahead of time, and in one go as well. You are worthy of praise."
Ding Meng pondered for a moment before asking, "Is the certification exam about to begin?"
Little Rascal's spirits were lifted. "It's today."
Ding Meng said, "Then let's set off!"