The black wooden block floated before Su Ming while spreading out a dim light. His gaze fell on Bai Su’s father, and saw a dazed smile still lingering on his lifeless body.
Su Ming originally would not believe him so easily, but at that moment, the words the old man had said previously surfaced in his head, and when he looked at his lifeless body, all of these things made him become uncertain about this Art of Life.
‘Life…’ Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he reopened them some time later, he looked towards the black wooden block before him and lifted his right hand swiftly to seize it. A sparkle of surprise appeared in his eyes. At the instant he touched that wooden block, he vaguely saw the sights of all sorts of people going through the cycle of life, of being born, getting old, getting sick, and dying right before his eyes…
Preview to next chapter: The Immortals’ Prodigy!
Danger alert.
Immortals being high-and-mighty jerks again.
(But when have they never?)
Also, many translator's notes next chapter, be sure to read it so as to not get that confused (hopefully it helps).