107: Chapter 107 I will wait for my sister to come back...

"That's right," Xiao Shitou nodded. "The Hunyuan Heavenly Scripture. The Cultivation Technique left behind by Teacher."

He paused, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"When Teacher created this Cultivation Technique back then, the original intention was to provide a way out for those Cultivators with poor talent. To let those deemed to have trash bodies have a chance to step onto the path of Cultivation. To let those struggling at the bottom have a chance to change their fate."

"But what was the result?"

He pointed toward the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning.

"The result is that those who Cultivate the Hunyuan Heavenly Scripture, having attained the Dao to become Emperors, then feared death in their later years, severed themselves with a blade, and fled into the forbidden zones. They became new Supremes, they became new disasters. In the future, they will initiate the Dark Turmoil, devour the Qi and blood of all living beings, and cause countless lives to die tragically."

"The Cultivation Technique left behind by Teacher has become the sin of this era."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor fell silent.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Xiao Shitou looked at him, a bitter smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Do you know? I was just thinking, if Teacher returned and saw all this, what would he think?"

"Would he feel that it was he who harmed these people? Would he feel that it was he who planted this root of disaster? Would he blame himself? Would he be sad?"

His voice grew softer and softer, yet it carried an indescribable weight.

"I don't want Teacher to see these things."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor finally spoke: "What do you want to do?"

Xiao Shitou did not answer immediately.

He turned around and looked into the depths of the Undying Mountain. There, the Tyrant Blade leaned against the wall, its blade occasionally flashing with a glimmer of light; the immortal peach tree was rooted in the spirit pool, its branches and leaves swaying gently; the ancient tea tree of enlightenment stretched out its branches, scattering bits of Dao charm.

The things Teacher left behind are all here.

"I don't have long to live," he said, his voice calm. "Burning my final Origin to break open the Immortal Source, I don't have much time left. Perhaps a few years, perhaps a few decades, perhaps a few centuries—but it won't be long."

"In this final time, I want to do something."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor looked at him.

"You want to take action against those Supremes? In your current state, let alone thirty-seven Supremes, you couldn't even defeat one."

"I know," Xiao Shitou nodded. "I'm not planning on throwing my life away."

He paused, his gaze falling toward the direction of the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning.

"But I also cannot do nothing."

"The Cultivation Technique left behind by Teacher caused all of this. As Teacher's Disciple, I have the responsibility and the duty to make amends."

"Even if it is just... to bury a seed."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor furrowed his brows.

"What do you mean?"

Xiao Shitou did not answer directly. He was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly:

"These Supremes all severed themselves in their later years. They all fear death, and they all want to live. But have they ever thought, besides severing themselves, is there another path?"

"How did Teacher do it back then? He lived out a second life, a third life, a fourth life. He didn't rely on devouring all living beings, he didn't rely on severing himself with a blade; he relied on himself. He relied on comprehending the Dao, he relied on thoroughly understanding longevity."

"These Supremes, why can they not do it?"

The Ancient Kirin Emperor thought for a moment and said: "Because they don't have that talent, they don't have that Opportunity, they don't have..."

"Because they didn't try," Xiao Shitou interrupted him. "They started to fear as soon as they entered their later years. They started to shrink back as soon as they felt the threat of death. They didn't strive, they didn't fight, they didn't try to live out their next life. They directly chose the easiest and most evil path."

He took a deep breath.

"I want to tell them that there is another path."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor was stunned.

"You want... to persuade them?"

"Persuade?" Xiao Shitou shook his head. "They won't listen. If they could listen to persuasion, they wouldn't have severed themselves."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Xiao Shitou was silent for a moment, then smiled.

In that smile, there was something the Ancient Kirin Emperor had never seen before—not gentleness, not relief, but a calm determination.

"I don't know."

He said softly.

"But I will figure it out."

"Before I die, I will definitely figure it out."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor looked at him, silent for a long time.

Under the moonlight, Xiao Shitou's aged face appeared somewhat blurry in the night. Yet his eyes were shockingly bright.

In those eyes, there was guilt, responsibility, determination, and a faint, lingering trace of hope.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor suddenly remembered words Chu Tianjiao had said to him a long time ago:

"This Disciple of mine, he looks honest and simple, but in reality, he is more stubborn than anyone. When he has set his mind on something, not even nine oxen can pull him back."

At the time, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

Now he understood.

"I will accompany you," he said, his voice calm.

Xiao Shitou looked at him.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor smiled.

"Anyway, I have nothing to do. The two children are still sleeping, and I am bored staying alone. Accompanying you to think of a solution is also good."

"Besides..."

He paused, looking toward the direction of the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning.

"Your Teacher saved me and protected my children back then. I have always remembered this kindness. Now that his Disciple wants to do something, I certainly cannot just stand by and watch."

Xiao Shitou looked at him, silent for a moment, then smiled.

"Good."

He said softly.

"Then we shall do it together."

The night wind blew, and the willow branches of the Undying Mountain swayed gently.

Under the moonlight, two figures stood in the courtyard, gazing toward the direction of the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning, silent for a long time.

After a long while, Xiao Shitou spoke.

"Tell me, if Teacher saw all this, what would he do?"

The Ancient Kirin Emperor thought for a moment.

"He would probably... kill all those Supremes."

Xiao Shitou nodded.

"That is what I thought too. Teacher never hesitated; if someone needed to be killed, he killed them; if they needed to be executed, he executed them. He wouldn't care about what difficulties those Supremes had, and he wouldn't care if they were afraid of death. In his eyes, wrong is wrong."

"But I am different."

He said softly, his voice somewhat bitter.

"I am not Teacher. I am not as strong as him, nor am I as decisive as him. All I can do is... think of a solution."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor looked at him.

"Do you think you can come up with a solution?"

Xiao Shitou was silent for a moment.

"I don't know."

"But one must try."

He raised his head and looked into the depths of the starry sky. There, starlight flickered, and the galaxy stretched across the expanse. There, were the figures of Teacher, his little sister, and Senior Willow Deity. They were in the distant Immortal Domain, experiencing adventures he could not imagine.

And he was here, facing a problem he had never thought of before.

The Cultivation Technique left behind by Teacher had created new Supremes.

How was he to make amends for this sin?

He did not know.

But he would figure it out.

Before he died, he would definitely figure it out.

"Teacher."

He murmured softly.

"The time you left for me is not much."

"But I will try my best."

"Try my best to make all of this not look so ugly."

"Try my best so that when you return, you don't see forbidden zones full of Supremes."

"Try my best..."

He did not continue.

The night wind blew, and the willow branches of the Undying Mountain swayed gently, as if responding to his words.

Under the moonlight, two figures stood quietly, gazing toward the direction of the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning, not leaving for a long time.