One hundred thousand years…
Two hundred thousand years…
Three hundred thousand years…
One million years passed. Su Ming continued on quietly in the vast space that was the cycle of life and death formed by the vortex. He used all his cultivation base and turned them into his divine sense, and he did not miss even a single corner. He searched through every spot carefully, for their marks in the cycles of life and death.
Gradually, in his loneliness and isolation, Su Ming seemed to have forgotten how to speak, had even forgotten how to produce sound. Thick waves of exhaustion filled his body. It was not his body that was tired, because once he reached Boundless Dao Realm, it was difficult for his body to feel weakened. He was tired… in his heart.
He searched for them nonstop, and was continuously disappointed, but he never gave up, because he knew… that once he let go, then there would no longer be any hope.