Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 3507 (Three Thousand Five Hundred and Seven) Precious Life
When Cheng Yuhuan reached a location that he thought was suitable for burying the man in blue armor, he began to bury him.

He looked at this motionless life and thought about life and death: everyone who comes to this world will have their life end one day, and every journey has an end. This life is so short, but there are all kinds of prejudice, injustice, oppression and even killing in the world.

He sighed and almost took off the thing covering the blue-armored man's hand, but he still felt it was too early because he was worried that passers-by would see it.

He thought again: I don't know how many people have been drawn into the whirlpool of pain before they have seen the beautiful side of the world. After being drawn in, some people were swallowed up immediately, some struggled for a short time before being swallowed up, and some people were in great pain because they kept struggling in it, and finally they were swallowed up. How many people can escape from the whirlpool with magical powers? Will they be drawn in again after escaping? People who have been walking towards the end of their lives step by step since they were born, obviously have the same ending, and obviously have to leave, but some people have to struggle in such a whirlpool until the day they leave...

Just when Cheng Yuhuan felt it was appropriate, he took down the thing covering the blue-armored man's hands and proceeded to the next step.

He felt sad again when he took the next step: Until just now, I didn't dare to remove the thing covering his hand. I am such a coward.

After burying the blue-armored man, he seemed to be relieved because no one could tell whether the person he had buried was a blue-armored man. He found a piece of wood nearby, whittled it, and planned to put it on the blue-armored man's grave.

He didn't know the name of the person he buried or what he did in his lifetime. He just knew that he was a human being when he was alive.

He carved a big character "人" on the wood.

He really wanted to carve some more small words, to tell passers-by that the person buried here was a person who was like them when he was alive, a fellow passer-by. However, the sorrow that surged in his heart made it difficult for him to carve any more words.

He didn't carve any more, and slowly left. After walking a few steps, he looked back again and saw that the character "人" (person), which was not very prominent to begin with, was so glaring. Cheng Yuhuan turned around and walked away quickly.

In his sadness, he secretly thanked his luck that no one else came near him when he was burying the man in blue armor. He once again felt sad for his own luck.

The heavy snow didn't last long, but the freezing cold lasted for several days.

Not long after, the local people learned that Cheng Yuhuan had been expelled from the sect.

It was indeed difficult for him to continue to survive in the local area with the skills he had learned from his master.

He decided to do as his master had told him, to leave this place and establish his own sect in a place where no one knew him, and he did so.

Although this process was extremely difficult, he relied on his own will to get through the thorny stage.

The sect he founded was called "Zhenming Sect". All the disciples who entered this sect to learn magic would learn about cherishing life. He taught these things to his disciples openly. Of course, there were also some things he taught to his disciples secretly. That is, every disciple would be exposed to the concept of equality in the process of learning magic from him. Although he asked his disciples to protect themselves outside, they all agreed in their hearts that the Blue Armor people should be equal to the Iron Warehouse people, and all kinds of people should be equal.

(End of this chapter)