419: Chapter 429 The Ultimate King of Scrolls! Shattering the Illusion of Laziness!

"This place is so vast, I think we should go check out other areas. There is no need to hang ourselves on this one tree." Su Yu looked at the group, who had suffered one setback after another, and suggested softly.

This sentence immediately received the raised-hand approval of all the brothers present.

Everyone now had only one common thought in their minds: get out of this heartbreaking place immediately!

"Su Yu, use your Shadow of God to scout the path to the left, and the main force will head to the right. Keep in contact at all times." Su Hao made the final decision.

Su Yu nodded. The shadow beneath him twisted, and several shadow Clones split off, silently speeding away toward the left side of the ice field.

Meanwhile, the main force, under the protection of Su Dao's Yin and Yang Formation, marched imposingly toward the right.

To vent the frustration they had just accumulated in the yellow illusion, this group of second-generation Su Family members was brimming with Killing Intent. Any Ice Soul Remnant they encountered along the way, regardless of size, was crushed to pieces by them, leaving not even a trace of residue behind.

Half a day later, the thick ice mist was broken through once again.

Before everyone's eyes appeared another frozen basin, imprisoned by chains.

And in the center of the basin stood the second giant Ice Soul!

However, this time, the giant Ice Soul was no longer emitting that yellow light which made one irritable; instead, it emitted a hazy cyan light that made one want to yawn and lie down for a nap just by looking at it.

"Cyan?" Su Hao frowned, about to warn everyone to be careful.

"I'll go first!!!" Su Mo, having just lost Face at the yellow Ice Soul, did not care what color it was. He roared and was the first to charge into the range of the cyan light, carrying his demonic blade.

He refused to believe that he, with his dignified Demonic God Body, could be insta-killed by this damn ice block every single time!

"Hum—" As soon as he stepped into the cyan light, Su Mo felt a strong wave of dizziness in his brain.

The demonic blade he was clutching dropped to the ground, his eyes closed, and he was instantly pulled into the deepest layer of the illusion.

...

This time, the illusion was completely different from the previous one.

When Su Mo opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer some high and mighty Saint Prodigy, nor did he have the cultivation to destroy heaven and earth.

He had even forgotten his own name, forgotten the Su Family, and forgotten his brothers and wife.

He had become a completely ordinary Mortal, the son of a farming family who faced the yellow earth and backed the sky, tilling the land for generations.

"Er Gou, hurry up and drink this bowl of porridge, then go dig up those two mu of land on the south side." A woman with a blurred Face pushed a broken bowl toward him.

Su Mo looked blankly at his rough hands and calloused feet.

Just then, a hazy cyan phantom silently appeared deep within his mind.

"Farming is too tiring..." The cyan phantom whispered, carrying a powerful hypnotic magic.

"Rest for a while, lying down is so comfortable. Just guard this small plot of land, marry a simple wife, and live out the rest of your life in a daze; why struggle?"

Under this suggestion representing laziness, countless people in the illusion would choose to put down their hoes, choose comfort, and eventually have their Divine Soul sucked away by the Ice Soul while in a deep slumber.

Su Mo held the bowl, staring blankly at the yellow earth outside the door.

"Lie down... stop working?" He muttered to himself. The cyan phantom was overjoyed, thinking it was about to succeed.

But the next second! "Clap!" Su Mo suddenly smashed the broken bowl in his hand to pieces! A strange, inexplicable fanaticism erupted in his eyes!

"Lie down my ass! A real man lives between heaven and earth; how can he live in depression and stay under others for long?!"

Although he had lost his memories and cultivation, the instinct of a "fighting mad dog" deep in his bones was something even the rules of the Heavenly Dao could not erase!

Su Mo did not even farm anymore; he ran straight into the house and found his parents in the illusion: "Dad, Mom, I'm not farming anymore! I'm going to the martial arts school in the city to learn martial arts! I want to become strong!"

His parents were shocked and tried desperately to stop him.

The cyan phantom in his mind was also anxious, frantically outputting suggestions: "Learning martial arts is so tiring! You have to get beaten, bleed, and sweat every day. What if you get beaten to death? It's better to go home and sleep; isn't sleeping so nice?"

"Shut up! I love getting beaten! I love bleeding!"

Su Mo was not only unaffected by "laziness" in the slightest, but instead, like a rebel, he kicked open the door, walked for a day and a night, and stubbornly apprenticed himself to the strictest martial arts school in the city.

Over the next few decades, the cyan phantom completely collapsed. It watched helplessly as this Mortal named Er Gou displayed an "overachieving" spirit that would make even immortals' scalps tingle!

The apprentices at the martial arts school practiced boxing for four hours a day, and the phantom frantically suggested to Su Mo: "That's enough, enough, rest. If you keep practicing, your muscles will break..."

As a result, Su Mo felt it wasn't enough; he would get up in the middle of the night to lift stones, forcing himself to train for ten hours every day! He trained until he was covered in blood and his bones were dislocated, yet he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound!

By middle age, Su Mo had become a famous swordsman in the Jianghu.

When encountering strong enemies, the cyan phantom begged in despair: "Stop fighting, brother! Just lie down and play dead! Run away! Why risk your life for empty fame? Isn't it better to retire peacefully?"

"Fight to the death! Never retreat!!"

The Mortal Su Mo, clutching a broken iron blade with a rolled edge, stubbornly hacked out a bloody path through the chaotic army. Even though he was struck by dozens of blades and his intestines were exposed, his eyes remained as fanatical as fire!

Time flew by.

When the Mortal Su Mo had become a decrepit old man covered in scars, he still swung his blade ten thousand times every single day in the courtyard, rain or shine.

The cyan phantom parasitic in his mind could finally no longer bear this extreme spirit of the "Overachiever" and let out a wail of near collapse.

"What kind of monster are you... Don't you even know how to write the word 'tired'?!!"

In the courtyard, the decrepit Su Mo slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes suddenly becoming incomparably clear at this moment.

The memories belonging to a Saint returned in full force at this moment!

"Tired?" Su Mo grinned with his toothless mouth, revealing an arrogant, ferocious smile.

"In my dictionary, there is only 'Do'!!!"

"Shatter for me!!!" The broken iron blade in Su Mo's hand, carrying the invincible will he had condensed throughout this Mortal life, slashed fiercely toward the Void Realm!

"Crack—!" In the Face of this purely extreme will to strive, the cyan illusion representing "laziness" shattered with a boom, just like fragile glass!

...

Outside, in the Yougu Prison.

"Bang!"

The giant Ice Soul emitting cyan light, under the shocked gazes of all the brothers, suddenly released a stream of pure power of rules from within its body, surging toward Su Mo!

Following that, Su Mo slowly opened his eyes. He twisted his neck, pulled the demonic blade from the ground, and looked proudly at the giant cyan Ice Soul.

"Is that it?!"