An Extreme Martial Sage Goes To A Cultivation World Birth, Growth and Youth, Aging and Sickness, and Death.
Yang Wu witnessed the meaning of being called a Grand Master during his youth and then admired as a Sage in his old age... Nothingness.
During his last moments, the old man suddenly understood a bit more about the human heart inside himself.
"Even if I didn't have the many achievements I battled for in martial arts, If... I was to live as a simple beggar in this life, there wouldn't be a difference anyway..."
He sat on the top of a cliff, looked at the passing clouds and high sun, which would eventually set, and then smiled.
"Ashes to Ashes, so it is..." he muttered as he spontaneously ignited his body in a ball of fire.
He left all his Martial Arts knowledge and Insights to the beggars, orphans, the poor, farmers, and anyone else who could read, rather than making it a secret to be lost.
He was criticized, hunted, and cursed by many noble houses and mighty sects, but he only regretted not being able to destroy them.
No one thought he would choose to die alone and without a trace, rather than in battle.
"I'm just tired of all this shit," was Yang Wu's final thought.
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He looked around, he was alone in a dark corner, and all he could see was... his tiny body badly wrapped in a rag. All he could feel was the deadly cold biting his skin and lungs.
The moon was the only light, and the floor was his only embrace. The wind was his only comfort...
"A dream...?"
Lucas_Dust · Fantasia
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