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Chapter 80: I Want to Go Back!

Translator: Mogumoguchan/Zenobys Editor: - -

"You're back…" The elder opened his eyes. There was no hint of color on his face, but he still looked at Su Ming with a gentle and loving smile.

"Elder… What… What happened? Elder, you…" There was a roaring in Su Ming's head. When he saw how weakened the elder was, tears fell down his face. He was terrified. He did not know what to do. His mind was in a state of panic, even his voice trembled.

"Elder… Lei Chen, what happened?" Su Ming lifted his head abruptly and looked at Lei Chen. At that moment, he no longer cared about hiding his powers or his identity. There was only scorching anger raging in his heart. He wanted to know who injured the elder. Even if he was powerless to take revenge for him, he had to know!

He did not speak loudly, but there was an indescribable might within his voice. The moment he looked at Lei Chen, tears also escaped from Lei Chen's eyes.

"I don't know either… the elder just came back…"

"Alright now, listen to me…" The elder took a deep breath and stood up from the ground. His expression was serious as he swept his gaze over everyone gathered in the courtyard.

"I went… to Black Mountain Tribe," the elder said slowly. His tone was low, but each syllable that fell into their ears sounded like thunder roaring.

The Head of the Guards' expression immediately change. Beside him, a brief flash that was easily missed appeared in Shan Hen's eyes. As for Bei Ling, he took a sharp breath, and Wu La's face immediately turned pale.

Su Ming was the same. They knew that the tribe was in danger, and the source of the threat was Black Mountain Tribe. They may not know the whole picture, but the depressing atmosphere within the tribe these past few days had made them see some hints.

"When you took part in the second stage, I went to Black Mountain Tribe… I wanted to see Black Mountain Tribe���s Bi Tu's level of cultivation!" the elder explained calmly. Everything was in dead silence, and there was only the sound of the elder speaking. It was as if even the sounds of the wind disappeared at that moment.

"He… has indeed transcended…" A bitter look appeared on the elder's face.

The Head of the Guards fell silent, and a dark look settled on his face. He hesitated, as if he was thinking about what to say, but then the elder shaking his head. It seemed like the elder knew what the Head of the Guards was about to say.

"I had to go. Without knowing his real strength, I didn't want to make all of us… leave our homes and become affiliated to Wind Stream… Who would want to leave their home, the one which they and their ancestors have lived in for hundreds of years..?" The elder's face was gloomy.

"Time is limited. I've already recovered. I'll take you all back to the tribe now. Bi Tu may have transcended, but he has not stabilized his power yet. I may be injured, but he can't make a move either. We… will migrate!"

A determined look settled on the elder's face, and his eyes shone with resolution. He swung his right hand, and the snow in the courtyard scattered as if burst apart. As the sound reverberated around them, the white carpet rose up into the air and knocked against the snow falling from the sky, forming a string of echoes.

Glittering light appeared in the sky soon after and abruptly gathered together to form a gigantic dark python. The python looked fierce, and the moment it appeared, it descended to Dark Mountain Tribe's lodgings. As it descended, a great pressure immediately pressed on their bodies, causing Lei Chen and Wu La's bodies to shiver slightly. Even Bei Ling looked as if he could not handle the pressure.

"Bei Ling, Lei Chen, Wu La… The three of you can choose to stay here or to come back with me to the tribe. If you go back, it'll be dangerous." The elder looked at Bei Ling and the other two people.

"Elder, I'll go!" Bei Ling did not hesitate and took a step forward with an unwavering look appearing in his eyes.

"Elder, I'm not staying here!" Lei Chen clenched his fists. A murderous look appeared on his face. He wanted to go back and protect his tribe.

"Elder, I'm not staying here, either." Wu La gritted her teeth and looked at the elder resolutely.

The elder looked at the three of them and nodded his head before swinging his arm. A huge gust of wind suddenly appeared out of nowhere, lifting Bei Ling and the other two onto the dark python. Once they were on the python, the Head of the Guards and Shan Hen jumped on as well.

There was only Su Ming and the elder left in the courtyard.

The elder looked at Su Ming. The affection in his eyes was very strong, incredibly strong.

Su Ming's heart pounded. He had a feeling that something bad was about to happen. Without waiting for the elder to speak, he immediately said, "Elder, I'm going back too. Let's go."

The elder closed his eyes and opened them after a while, saying firmly,"You can't go back."

Su Ming was stunned. His body trembled, and he lifted his head, looking at the elder.

"It's useless even if you go back. There might be dangers lurking around while we're migrating here. Stay here and wait for us to come back!" The moment the elder finished speaking, his body turned into a long arc and flew towards the python, leaving Su Ming alone in the courtyard with his body trembling furiously.

"Elder!" Su Ming lifted his head abruptly. There was great determination on his face, the kind of which he'd never showed before. This was the first time he did not obey the elder's words!

"I want to go back to the tribe! Elder, I want to go back!" Su Ming's voice was hoarse as he screamed as loud as he could towards the elder, who stood on the dark python in the sky.

"Elder, Bei Ling can go back, Lei Chen can, Wu La can as well! And here am I, also a member of the tribe! I want to go back! I want to protect the tribe! I want to fight for the tribe! Elder!" Su Ming's eyes were red. His body was trembling as he roared, his body moving to ready itself for a jump.

"No!" The elder closed his eyes and pushed his right hand downward. A strong pressure bore down on Su Ming's body immediately, causing his body to freeze on the ground at the moment he was about to jump.

"Wait here! Do not take even half a step out of this place!" The elder sat down cross-legged on the dark python. The python lifted its head and roared at the sky before gradually rising into the air. Bei Ling and the others on the python fell silent, looking at Su Ming roaring on the ground with varying complicated looks on their faces.

"Elder!" Su Ming's voice turned hoarse, as if having changed. It echoed through the silent snowing night while tears ran like rivers from his eyes. His body fell with a thud, and he knelt down, kowtowing to the sky.

"Elder, I want to go back! Please, let me go back! I have to go! I don't want to stay here! I won't stay here! Even if I die, I won't stay here!" As Su Ming roared, the blood veins appeared all around his body, though no one could feel it. However, a strong might appeared from his body, spreading outward, fighting against the elder's restraint.

Nonetheless, the restraint was too strong. Su Ming could not break through it with his own power. Due to that, fresh blood trickled out of his mouth. Yet he continued struggling, screaming once again.

"Elder, even if you won't let me go, even if I die, I will definitely leave this place! That is my tribe! That is the tribe that brought me up! I want to go back! Even if I die, I want to go back! Even if I die, I want to die in the tribe! I was born as a member of Dark Mountain Tribe, and I will die as a member of Dark Mountain Tribe!"

The Head of the Guards seemed like he wanted to say something as he stood on the python, but with just one look at the elder, he fell silent. Shan Hen, who stood by his side, chose to close his eyes and not look.

"Su Ming, you're useless even if you go back. Why are you wasting our time like this? Stop pretending already, you're really…" Bei Ling smiled coldly. There was an indifferent look in his eyes, and he looked at Su Ming on the ground, who was feigning the entire act in his eyes.

Yet before he could even finish speaking, he was interrupted by a roar from Su Ming.

"Bei Ling, shut up!" Su Ming's face was vicious. He no longer cared about anything. This was the first time he had disobeyed the elder, and the first time he had talked back to Bei Ling. After all, Su Ming had always decided to keep his silence no matter what Bei Ling said due to the relationship they had when they were still children.

Nevertheless, he had his limits. There were things that he absolutely refused to be subjected to, and Bei Ling had just crossed the line. The moment Su Ming roared, Bei Ling was about to speak, but when he saw the bloodshot eyes on Su Ming's face, his heart trembled, and he swallowed his words.

The dark python rose into the air. The elder opened his eyes, and there was sadness within. He looked at Su Ming, refusing to let him go in order to protect him. He did not want Su Ming to get into any harm. After all, the migration this time… was definitely dangerous. It contained dangers that perhaps even he could not fend off.

"No!" The elder looked at the blood trickling down the corner of Su Ming's lips, and his heart clenched in pain. He swung his right hand once again. The snowstorm bellowed and moved towards Su Ming, who was still struggling to break through the pressure, instantly enveloping his entire body and pushing him into the house.

Su Ming was swept into the house in an instant. When the door was shut with a bang, the snowstorm spread and surrounded the entire house, turning it into a giant prison. There was also a strange picture drawn with snow on the house's door. That picture was formed in the image of the statue of the God of Berserkers of Dark Mountain Tribe!

The moment the seal and the imprisonment was formed, Su Ming's roars were also cut off.

The snowstorm continued. The dark python rose into the sky and soon disappeared, dashing towards Dark Mountain Tribe at an incredible speed.

'Su Ming… this is the last thing I can do for you… From now on, you have to take good care of yourself…'

Mo Sang sat cross-legged on the dark python with a dismal face. Yet underneath his gloom, there was a fighting spirit burning within, a fighting spirit that screamed at him to fight till death stopped him!

Bi Tu!

As the dark python left, snow continued falling down from the sky and landed on the ground within the mudstone city, the buildings' roofs, and Dark Mountain Tribe's lodgings.

It was quiet. There was only the echoes of the wind moaning in the area, as if there was no other sound around… but within Dark Mountain Tribe's lodgings, in the sealed house, there was a roaring voice that could rip through hearts. Yet it could not travel outward…

"I want to go! I want to go back to the tribe! I want to protect the tribe members! Elder, even if I die, I want to go back!" Inside the room, Su Ming's hair was a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was overcome by complete madness. He used all his strength and speed and rammed into the door. Every single time he did so, the entire structure of the room would shake, but due to the seal, it did not budge even an inch.

Chapter 81: Madness without Regret!

Translator: Mogumoguchan/Zenobys Editor: - -

"I want to go back! I want to go… I want to go…" Su Ming cried. Fueled by the strongest bout of madness he had ever had within the sixteen years of his life, he continued ramming into the door.

Nonetheless, the seal remained unchanging. Su Ming continued until the skin on his knuckles was torn and bleeding, until his voice was so completely hoarse it would pull at the heartstrings of anyone who would hear him, until he coughed out a huge mouthful of fresh blood and his body trembled. He slid down and knelt down by the door.

There were numerous bloody fist marks on the door…

"I want to go back… I want to go back… Elder, I want to go back to the tribe. Even if I die, I want to die in the tribe. I'm only becoming stronger and am developing myself to become a powerful Berserker so that I can protect and fight for the tribe… Elder, why? Why?" Su Ming cried. His heart was in pain. That sort of pain made him feel as if he was about to die.

When he thought of the danger looming over the tribe, of the elder's weakened state, and of all the familiar faces within the tribe, Su Ming let out a roar from the very depths of his soul!

"Even if I die, I still have to go back!" There was utter desperation in Su Ming's eyes. He panted harshly and took a few steps backwards.

"If I can't break through the elder's seal now, then I'll have to do everything I can to raise my level!" Su Ming was in a frenzy. Yet if anyone was in his position, they would do the same thing.

His face was ghastly pale, eyes bloodshot, and his face filled with madness. There was only one thought in his head. He had to do everything without care of consequences and break out of this place!

Even if he would be gravely injured because of this, he did not care. As of then, all he cared about was the elder and the tribe. Even if he died, he had to die while fighting for the tribe.

"I must become stronger. I have to break out of this place!" Su Ming growled and took a few steps back before he turned around abruptly. He glared at the Cloud Gauze Grass he'd bought earlier with the intention of using it for the quenching of herbs, and at the other herbs he'd bought back as well.

All these herbs were prepared for the quenching of herbs. Su Ming knew clearly that even if he crushed them into liquid and drank it, he could not take too much in one go. A Berserker who did that would cause grave harm to his own body. After all, steady and gradual growth was required in practicing in the Ways of the Berserker.

Yet Su Ming did not care about that. If he could even throw away his own life, then there was no way he would care about such injuries. No matter how great the injuries were, he would never regret it!

He would never regret it!

Su Ming sat down cross-legged, his eyes remaining bloodshot. He took the bag containing the Cloud Gauze Grass. There was no time for him to crush the herbs. The tribe being in danger, the elder being weakened, and everything else made him sink into a state of desperation that was deeper than anything he'd ever felt before.

His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed numerous Cloud Gauze Grass and placed them in his mouth, chewing furiously until the juice was squeezed out, then spitting out the residue. The juice was bitter, but compared to the bitterness Su Ming felt in his heart, it was nothing.

He chewed and swallowed again, and once he was done, Su Ming took a large amount of Cloud Gauze Grass again and placed them in his mouth, swallowing their juices furiously. Gradually, his body began to tremble. It was as if there was a fire burning within his body, causing it to be drenched in sweat. All the blood veins that had manifested appeared on his body.

The 160 blood veins let out a red glow, enveloping the entire house in the light, causing the place to look as if it had just turned into a blood red hell. There was a shocking look of determination and madness on Su Ming, who was surrounded by the blood red light.

10, 30, 50… until Su Ming swallowed the juices from all the hundred leaves he had in the bag. Once he spat out the residue, a sharp pain arose in his body. The pain came from his stomach. He knew that this was the consequence of taking in too much Cloud Gauze Grass. If he continued doing so, then the pain would only become more severe, and the pain would eventually spread through his entire body.

Yet at the same time, he felt the fire burning in his body become stronger, the blood veins also seemed to be showing signs of increasing. Once he had that feeling, Su Ming did not hesitate and took out another bag of Cloud Gauze Grass.

Time passed by bit by bit, and soon, an hour passed by. During this hour, Su Ming swallowed the juice from 700 Cloud Gauze Grass. This would have been something incomprehensible and difficult to imagine for other people, but Su Ming had really done it.

He continued shaking. Sharp pain spread through his entire body. There was also a dull pain in his chest. He had yet to digest all the juice in his body, but he still had a lot of herbs to spare. Still, he felt as if he could no longer swallow another drop. Su Ming also felt like he was about to vomit, but he growled and bore through it.

The burning sensation in his body reached its peak as if about to erupt within him. Su Ming quickly raised his right hand and pounded against his chest.

It was like the fire within his body was kindled with a roar. The moment the blames erupted, blood mist escaped from all the pores of Su Ming's body. There was a muffled sound from within the mist, and the blood veins on his body increased at that moment!

161st, 162nd, 163rd… and it only stopped when the 167th blood vein manifested on his body.

Su Ming's face was pale. He stood up and punched the door. His fist connected with a bang, and the door shuddered. Fresh blood trickled down the corner of Su Ming's lips. He staggered a few steps backward and roared towards the sky.

"Not enough! It's not enough!" In his frenzy, Su Ming immediately took out another bag of Cloud Gauze Grass. He knew that his body could no longer take in anymore of these herbs, but he still continued to swallow them without hesitation.

700, 800, 900… Green liquid flowed out from the corner of Su Ming's lips. The pain he felt in his body made all the veins pop out on his body. The pain and burning heat erupted once again as the number of blood veins also increased.

Yet the new blood veins were no longer blood red. They were tainted wtih blood and looked dull. It was a sign that Su Ming's reckless actions had caused his body to be gravely wounded.

Yet Su Ming did not care!

The blood veins in his body were increasing at a maddening speed. 168, 169, 170… and it continued until the number reached 173. Su Ming rushed outward and slammed into the door. One punch, two punches, three punches… The door shook furiously, but it remained locked!

"Open!" Su Ming roared. This time, he did not use his fist, but used his head to ram against the door. There was a thunderous roar, and a crack appeared on the door, causing some of the snow on the picture of the statue of the God of Berserkers from Dark Mountain Tribe to fall as it trembled.

A trickle of blood flowed down from Su Ming's forehead. A huge amount of red appeared in his eyes. He did not care about the pain. The moment he saw the crack appear on the door, he rammed against it again.

Yet in the end, the door only opened by a small slit. He could not open it any further.

Despair appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He laughed brokenly, grabbing onto all the remaining herb bags, then slamming his hands on them. There was a loud bang, and all the hide bags containing the Cloud Gauze Grass burst open. The Cloud Gauze Grass within were all gathered together by a force and turned into a ball the size of a head. When Su Ming slammed his hands on them once more, the banging sounds erupted again, and all the Cloud Gauze Grass were crushed. A large amount of juice flowed out and turned into sprinkles of green rain, which all went into Su Ming's mouth when he took in a large breath.

The moment Su Ming took the liquid into his body, a roar reverberated through him. Similar to his madness, the blood veins on his body were increasing at a frenzied pace. 175, 177… and it stopped abruptly when the number reached 189.

There was a sickly red glow around Su Ming's entire body. He took a step forward and rammed against the door. As the banging sound reverberated around him, the door opened a little more.

More snow fell from the snow made statue of the God of Berserkers from Dark Mountain Tribe. A faint crack even appeared on the statue!

Su Ming's hands were bloody. The entire door was now dyed with blood. At that moment, Su Ming looked pathetic. It was as if he had turned into another person. There were blood stains on his hair. His face, which had been clean and handsome, was now twisted into a vicious look filled with madness.

"I want to go back to the tribe! I want to fight for the tribe! I want to go back!" Su Ming's voice had gone completely hoarse. The moment he saw that the door had opened up a little more, he banged his head against the door again!

"I want to go back!"

There was a boom, and Su Ming coughed out a mouthful of blood. Yet he rammed into the door again without any hesitation. As he continued ramming into the door, the door opened up more and more. Cracks also appeared on the statue of the God of Berserkers outside.

It seemed as if he was about to escape from the room.

However, when the crack expanded to the breadth of half a finger, it stopped. Su Ming's current level of power could only do so much. It would have been fine if that was the case, but the moment it stopped, it started closing up once again!

"Elder!" Su Ming roared in agony. As he watched the door he worked so hard to open closing once again right before his eyes, Su Ming panicked and immediately took out a small bottle. Contained within, there were three drops of Berserker Blood from the Transcended Realm!

Su Ming lifted his head and without hesitation poured the contents of the bottle into his mouth, but only one drop fell. The other two drops seemed to have reached some sort of barrier and could not fall down. Su Ming knew that this was the elder's protection from him overusing it.

The moment the Berserker Blood fell into his mouth, Su Ming immediately felt as if the blood in his veins started boiling. He opened his mouth and spat out the Berserker Blood. He raised his left hand and pointed at it, and the Berserker Blood immediately burst open, turning into a bundle of mist that entered through his ears, nose, eyes, and mouth as he breathed in.

The moment the mist formed by the Berserker Blood entered Su Ming's body, his entire body turned red. A vast amount of energy erupted in his body.

At that moment, the blood veins also increased at a tremendous speed on his body!

190, 195, 201, 209… when the number reached 224, black blood trickled from Su Ming's eyes, ears, nose, and the corners of his lips. Yet his eyes were still burning with madness and persistence.

Chapter 82: Impossible!

Translator: Mogumoguchan/Zenobys Editor: - -

The lowest number of blood veins required to enter the seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm was 243!

His blood veins had increased to 224 with his current speed. There were only 19 blood veins left until he reached the seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm! This sort of increase in speed would have been frightening if it had happened to anyone else. This was different to the increase in power compared to the time Su Ming had climbed Wind Stream Mountain. After all, when he was in Wind Stream Mountain, he trained entering fine control by using his mind to move. It may have seemed like his power had increased by a large margin, but in truth, he still had trained with the usual principle of training steadily and gradually increasing the number of blood veins in his body.

Yet it was different now! Su Ming was forcefully increasing the number of blood veins in his body. He was doing so by using a large amount of Cloud Graze Grass juice, and the moment he reached his limit consuming the Cloud Gauze Grass, he had also forcefully absorbed one drop of transcended Berserker Blood.

Anyone that had any shred of reasoning would definitely not use Su Ming's method to forcefully increase their strength. Only Su Ming would do so. After all, doing this sort of thing was fatal to the body! If that was not the case, then there would be plenty of people who would use this method to increase their power.

Yet, was there any other way for Su Ming..? He could choose to bear with it and ignore the dangers his tribe faced, ignore the possibility of his tribe members dying, ignore the possibility of the elder not returning, and ignore the fact that his home was facing the threat of elimination.

If he chose not to think about all these and only of his safety, he could stay and wait patiently. It might be torturous. He might feel uncertain and bitter, but he would definitely not face any threat to his own life.

Perhaps this was the right thing to do. This was also the path the elder had chosen for him.

After all, within most of people's eyes, Su Ming was only a weakling. Even if he went back, he would only die. He could do nothing.

Yet Su Ming refused to let himself choose that path. Everything that he did to become stronger was all for the sake of the tribe. His personality might be slightly weak, but that weakness was hidden deep within him. Now that something like this had happened, that weakness had instantly disappeared and was replaced by resolution and determination!

Since he was young, most of the members in the tribe were kind to him. His friends were there. There were familiar faces there. There were women in the tribe who took care of him when he was young. There was the elder and the kind members from his tribe who had taught him how to speak, and there was everything that had happened within the tribe during the past sixteen years of his life. He could not turn a blind eye to this.

It was impossible for him to do nothing and continue living when he knew that the tribe was in danger. It was impossible for him to back down when he knew that the danger of death loomed over his tribe members' heads. It was even more impossible for him to wait here quietly when the threat of elimination hung over the tribe.

He was a teenager, a teenager that was not even seventeen years of age. He was also afraid of death… But even though he may not understand the philosophies of life, he knew that the tribe was his home!

Now that his home was in danger, he could not, he absolutely could not ignore it. Even if he died, he had to die protecting his home!

This was Su Ming.

His recklessness may have caused his madness, and perhaps many people could not understand the reason for his madness and questioned it, but all of this was ingrained in his bones. After all, he had treated Dark Mountain Tribe as his home since a long time ago.

His home was in danger, his friends could die, he might never see his elder again. His family, which had treated him kindly since he was young, seemed to be crying. How could he not… fall into madness..?

Su Ming lifted his head and roared. His entire body trembled as he continued absorbing the Berserker Blood into his Qi. The Berserker Blood spread madly throughout his body as he went into fine control, causing the blood veins on his body to show signs of increasing once again.

Su Ming's eyes were bloodshot and his face was twisted into a ferocious look. There was also madness within the frightening look on his face, causing him to look like an evil spirit. As a huge amount of blood veins manifested, a vast amount of force erupted from Su Ming's entire body. It made his roar become louder, and he once again rammed into the door after taking a few steps back. This time, he did not use his head, nor did he use his fists. He used his entire body, his shoulders, and rammed into the sealed door.

There was a banging sound as Su Ming's body rammed into the door. The door trembled, and a few cracks appeared once again on the snow made statue of the God of Berserkers sealing the door outside.

Yet the seal was created by Mo Sang. It was impossible that Su Ming could break through so easily. The elder's goal on creating the seal was clear—he wanted to limit Su Ming's movements. He did not want Su Ming to step into danger and wanted him to stay inside!

Nonetheless, the elder made a miscalculation. He did not expect that Su Ming would be so determined that he would do something so insane just to get out of the place. This was something even the elder did not expect.

He only managed to guess that Su Ming would be dissatisfied with his decision, but with Su Ming's current level of power, he would not be able to get out of the room! In the elder's eyes, Su Ming would forever remain as a child.

Tears fell from Su Ming's eyes. His tears mixed with his blood, making it seem as if he was crying tears of blood. However, he did not give up. He took a few steps back and ran into the door once again. The thunderous roars continued as Su Ming growled and rammed into the door with his entire body.

The moment he crashed into the door, the number of blood veins on his body increased once again, 227… 231… 233!

Boom!

The entire house trembled as if about to collapse. It was like the house had turned into a cage, holding contained a strong wild beast. Yet at that moment, as the wild beast struggled, the cage seemed to become unable to bear the attacks. The number of cracks on the snow statue of the God of Berserkers situated at the door increased. A large amount of snow fell to the ground, as if it was about to explode into pieces at any moment, but it still remained!

"I want to protect the tribe…" Su Ming's sight had become hazy. His mind was beginning to be muddled. Yet even with that foggy gaze and muddled state of his, there was still a shocking persistence within him. He muttered under his breath as blood trickled out of his mouth, and he rammed into the door once again.

Roaring sounds reverberated around the house and Su Ming's blood veins increased once again due to the crash and his body rapidly absorbing that drop of Berserker Blood. It increased from 233 blood veins to 237 blood veins!

"I want to go back to the tribe…" Su Ming recklessly crashed into the door again. The roaring sounds echoed for a long time, and the crack widened by quite a large margin. The entire door was dyed red with blood now. All of it belonging to Su Ming. That blood was a representation of his persistence!

"I want to fight for the tribe!" Su Ming roared and rammed into the door once again. He even used his head to bang against the door. The moment he did so, the number of blood veins increased explosively from 237 blood veins to 243, and at the same time, a vast amount of power that hinted at him breaking through to the next level erupted from Su Ming's body.

The power came at the moment he broke through the sixth level of the Blood Solidification Realm and reached the seventh level. When the power appeared in Su Ming's body, he rammed into the door again, and the full force of the power travelled from his body to the door.

A horrific roar resounded. The door trembled furiously, and a creaking sound appeared. The door opened halfway. A large part of the snow statue of the God of Berserkers outside shattered. Lots of snow fell, causing the statue to look broken and incomplete!

Yet the imprisoning force remained. However, it seemed that the seal had reached its limit!

Trickles of blood escaped from the corner of Su Ming's mouth. He staggered backward and lifted his head abruptly. The 243 blood veins let out a blood red light around his body that could light up the entire sky. The speed at which the light filled up the room made his body seem to be filled with a brutal and mighty presence. At that moment, he stepped right into the seventh level of the Blood Solidification from the sixth level of the Blood Solidification Realm!

The seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm!

He would need 399 blood veins if he wanted to enter the eighth level of the Blood Solidification Realm from the seventh level. Once he entered the eighth level, that would mean he had become a Berserker who'd reached the peak of the middle stage of the Blood Solidification Realm! With one more step, he would move into the ninth level, and he could call himself a Warrior in the later stage of the Blood Solidification Realm!

As far as Su Ming knew, within the entire tribe, even the Head of the Guards and Shan Hen were only at the eighth level of the Blood Solidification Realm. The tribe leader's power was greater than those two's, and Su Ming believed that even if he was not in the ninth of the Blood Solidification Realm, he was close.

This spoke of the strength of the eighth level of the Blood Solidification Realm, it also spoke of how small the number of Warriors in the seventh level was! It was not as if there was no one in Dark Mountain Tribe who was at the seventh level, but the few people who were at that level were all from the same generation as the tribe leader. Most of them were the vice chiefs of the hunters in the hunting teams.

Among the younger generation, Su Ming was definitely the first who had reached the seventh level in Dark Mountain Tribe! Even if he did so without care for his own life and forcefully increased his power, causing his power to be incredibly unstable.

Nonetheless, Su Ming did not care. He saw hope. He saw the door trembling and the broken state of the snow statue sealing the door outside. Once again, he rushed forward and rammed into the door.

Yet even though the door was about to be blown open, and the snow statue seemed broken, no matter how hard and how many times Su Ming rammed against the door, he could not break it open. It was clear that the power of a seventh level Warrior of the Blood Solidification Realm was lacking only by a slight margin if he wanted to break through the elder's seal!

Nonetheless, Su Ming was at his limit. Besides, the moon was hidden by the snowstorm outside. In this sort of weather, he could not use the power of moonlight and make his blood burn again!

The snowstorm was showing signs of weakening and looked as if it was going to completely stop in a moment, so perhaps the moon would appear in the sky at that time. Yet if he continued waiting, the torture he would have to endure as he waited was something Su Ming could not bear.

All his previous acts of madness was so that he could get out of the house as soon as possible and get to the tribe with his quickest speed. He did not want to imagine the possible disaster that could befall the tribe if he continued waiting…

When he saw that he could not push the door open completely, despair appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He staggered backward, a broken smile appearing on his face. Yet he did not give up. As he let out a sad and piercing roar, all 243 blood veins moved as he circulated his Qi continuously in his body.

"Enter fine control through the mind… Enter fine control through the mind!" Su Ming's face was ferocious. The understanding he obtained in Wind Stream Tribe towards the method of fine control was used at that moment with an explosive force. The 243 blood veins on his body began to disappear one by one. 215, 186, 162… 93, 75, 47…

When the blood veins on his body disappeared until there was only one left, Su Ming lifted his head and a terrifying resolution appeared in his eyes.

"Elder… you can't stop me from going back to the tribe!" Su Ming closed his eyes slowly. After a moment, at the instant he opened his eyes again, the last blood vein remaining on his body suddenly glowed with a bright red light and continued becoming brighter at an incredible speed!

That was obviously not just one blood vein. As the red light grew stronger, it signaled that Su Ming was using the method of fine control to continuously stack more blood veins onto that one blood vein. In an instant, the red light on the blood vein reached its peak. It may have seemed like there was only one blood vein on his body, but at that moment, there were 243 blood veins stacked together!

This was the true explosive force of fine control!

"I want to go back to the tribe. I was born in Dark Mountain Tribe, and even if I die, I will die as part of Dark Mountain Tribe!" Su Ming clenched his fists. The 243 blood veins stacked together into one, twisted, and advanced towards Su Ming's right fist with the blood red glow.

Chapter 83: Su Ming, Ye Wang!

Translator: Mogumoguchan/Zenobys Editor: - -

A person would experience great things and shortcomings in his life. He would also experience days of glory and days where he would stumble and fall. These were all things that Su Ming did not understand. The only thing he understood was that he had to do this. The tribe was his home.

The moment he swung his fist, banging sounds appeared from Su Ming's right hand. That was the sound signalling that his bones could not bear with the force and his flesh and bone had torn apart. The moment he swung his fist against the door, a thunderous roar shook through heaven and earth. It was as if it could change the weather and make the snowstorm stop.

The door was crumbling quickly, turning into a countless number of shards. It was like a huge gust of wind had appeared and blown sideward, lifting them outwards like leaves.

Thunderous roars echoed in Su Ming's surroundings. The moment the door completely crumbled, numerous cracks also appeared on the snow statue outside, but it did not crumble and break apart like the door.

At that moment, there was no door before Su Ming, only wooden shards that filled the entire ground. Yet between him and the outside world was the snow statue filled with cracks. It continued floating in the air as it let out a gentle light, which turned into an invisible screen of light that never once crumbled.

It was as if the door had borne the weight of the invisible light screen on it, which was the reason why it was so difficult to break open. Now that the door had shattered, the true seal was revealed!

Yet the light was neither bright nor dim, a clear sign that it was still powerful.

Su Ming was not surprised. He had guessed since a long time ago that the elder's seal would not be so easily broken. The moment the door shattered and the screen of light appeared before his eyes, he took a step forward. The one blood vein on his body was still giving off a piercing blood red light. As Su Ming moved, the blood red light instantly brightened like an explosion, and he swung his fist again.

That fist seemed to have landed on thin air, but in truth, it landed on the invisible light screen. It trembled, but remained shining against the sky.

Su Ming's eyes were red. He continued ramming his fist into the screen. After a while, when the light screen became so dim it seemed to have reached its limit, Su Ming took a few steps backward, and a trickle of blood ran down the corner of his lips. He stared at the screen, then abrubtly raised his right hand and sliced down towards the space to his right!

Execution of the Three Evils!

This was one of the more powerful Berserker Arts in Dark Mountain Tribe. It was rumoured that it was passed down from the true Dark Mountain Tribe from hundreds of years ago!

Practice was not the key in casting this Art. In truth, training this Art was incredibly simple. Su Ming had been visualizing the Art in his head since a long time ago. Yet, since he did not have 200 blood veins, he had been unable to cast it.

The difficult part of the Art lay in the number of blood veins required. Only those who had 200 blood veins could use the first slash! Now that Su Ming had 243 veins and had arrived at the seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm, for the first time, he cast the Execution of Three Evils, which had long resided in his head!

Execution of Three Evils, an Art which could even kill Tai Sui¹! The three evils were also known as the three murders!

Between heaven and earth, there were three forces - severing, beginning, and nurture. Severing was known as the evil of theft, beginning was known as the evil of disaster, and nurture was the evil of time! They were also known as the murders of theft, disaster, and time!

A long time ago, Dark Mountain Tribe had obtained this Art from an unknown place. After probing into the Art, the entire tribe was shocked. The three evils had always existed in the world, but they had no form. No one could see them, neither could anyone touch them. Perhaps they existed, perhaps… they did not.

Yet when the powerful Dark Mountain Tribe studied the Art, they began to discover patterns. At different hours of the day, the formless three evils would appear in different locations. That was how the incredible Dark Mountain Art that shocked the region appeared – Execution of Three Evils!

The wise men in Dark Mountain Tribe believed that there was a pattern between heaven and earth. The three evils were just a part of an existing pattern. All forms of power existed within the pattern. Once the pattern was broken, then an unimaginable amount of force would erupt forth.

Yet even Dark Mountain Tribe did not manage to discover the specific amount of force that would appear.

The Art itself was also very enigmatic. Sometimes the force would be shocking, while other times it would release only a normal amount of force However, even if it was just a normal amount, it was still enough to kill someone!

That was why the Execution of Three Evils passed down was rather rough around the edges. Anyone with enough blood veins could cast it, but there was almost no one who managed to discover the true form of the Art.

This was a form of power that Dark Mountain Tribe did not understand. They could only use it, but not master it. There was even an Elder in Dark Mountain Tribe who once said that whosoever managed to truly control the three evils would be able to control the entire pattern of the world!

Su Ming could only use the Art at that moment. As for why he decided to slice his right hand towards his right, it was because it was midnight then, and according to the principles behind Execution of Three Evils, the location of the three evils in the pattern of heaven and earth at that moment was to the north!

North was to Su Ming's right! The moment he swung his right hand down in a slicing motion, the blood veins that had stacked together on his body let out a piercing blood-red light. The blood veins moved strangely according to the Art Su Ming had obtained under the blood-red light, twisting around his right arm nine times, then escaping his body through his arm.

That was also why 200 veins were required to cast Execution of Three Evils. That was because the Art itself was strange. The caster's blood veins would leave his body for a moment. Without enough Qi, it was difficult to execute the Art properly.

The moment his blood veins left his body, Su Ming had a strange feeling. It was as if the empty space to his right completely disappeared and turned into a desolate area. The moment he sliced to his right, his blood veins turned into a sharp blade and sliced into the empty space. He felt like he was slicing through mud.

It was a strange experience. He did not understand why it had happened. He only knew how to cast the Art!

The moment he cut into the space, the strange feeling disappeared. Everything returned to normal. Yet at that moment, the dim screen of light before Su Ming trembled furiously. If anyone looked closely at it, they could see clearly that the screen of light was not the only thing that trembled. Everything around Su Ming was shaking.

Yet even so, even after the light screen trembled furiously, it still remained there. It was as if all the actions Su Ming took did not have much effect on it. After all, this was a seal created by the elder. The strength of the seal was not something that Su Ming could break through by just taking herbs and the Berserker Blood!

Su Ming's body trembled. This was the first time he had casted the Execution of the Three Evils. With his current level of power, he could only cast the first slash. The strange power made his heart tremble, but when he saw the screen of light, despair gradually appeared on his face. He had already executed all the plans he could think of, but that screen of light was like a ravine connecting heaven and earth. Everyone could see it, but no one could pass through it.

Su Ming's face was pale. He staggered backward as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

The moment Su Ming staggered backward, his face changed suddenly. He could clearly feel the ground beneath his feet moving.

At that moment, outside Wind Stream Tribe, within the sealed Wind Stream Mountain located on the plains, the roar of a wild beast appeared from within the black mist. The roar was filled with fury. The moment it spread out, the place, which was completely sealed tight, suddenly trembled furiously. A gigantic crack abruptly appeared out of thin air with a loud crash and revealed the hidden Wind Stream Mountain that reached the skies.

"In the end, I still managed to break through it from within!"

As the beast roared, a ghastly voice travelled from within.

The moment the mountain was revealed and the space between heaven and earth was torn apart because of the seal being stirred up, Wind Stream City, which was located not too far away, shook.

There was a strange connection between the location of the mudstone city and the seal on Wind Stream Mountain. The moment the seal on the mountain was forcefully broken apart, the connection was activated, causing tremors to shake the mudstone city. The citizens' hearts trembled along with it.

As the mudstone city trembled, Su Ming could feel the tremors becoming stronger where he stood. By the end, it was as if the entire earth was rolling like waves. He immediately noticed the elder's seal becoming dimmer for the first time!

His spirits was lifted. He let out a low growl. As he growled, the shadow of the moon appeared gradually in his eyes. Due to the snowstorm outside, there was no moon in the sky, yet the shadow of the moon became even more distinct in Su Ming's eyes.

The moment the shadow of the moon appeared in Su Ming's eyes, he quickly rushed forward towards the screen of light. He rammed his body into the screen continuously. As the ground trembled, the screen light became dimmer and dimmer.

After a while, when the earth's trembles reached its peak and the entire mudstone city seemed to be on the verge of falling apart, half of the light screen shattered onto the ground. The light of the screen had become completely dark. By the looks of it, it was about to crumble at any moment. At that moment, an empty feeling spread through Su Ming's body, but very soon, a red flash appeared to his left. A string of red light appeared out of nowhere and crawled into his right hand. The one blood vein that was formed by stacking 243 veins returned once again to his body.

Blood Scales, which had been hidden within his right arm, also appeared, turning into a gigantic blood red eagle that rushed towards the light screen with a screech.

Terrifying roars thundered through the sky. The light screen trembled as the giant eagle charged against it and shattered completely, shattering into numerous broken fragments. The snow statue also seemed to completely collapse, turning into snow that scattered everywhere before the wind raised it up once more. It knocked into the snow falling from the sky and created strings of roaring sounds that echoed continuously.

Su Ming broke through the seal!

He trembled and coughed out a mouthful of blood. The blood fell on the ground, creating a terrifying sight. The blood red light from the 243 veins that were stacked together also became dimmer. It was as if they could no longer remain stable and scattered away before returning into Su Ming's body.

Su Ming's face was weary, his entire body was covered in blood and his hair was a mess. Yet his eyes were flashing brilliantly. The flash within his eyes was his determination and resolution!

'I got out! I'll have to return to the tribe with the fastest speed possible!' Su Ming took a deep breath. He knew that the main reason why he managed to get out was due to the strange tremors. Yet he had no time to think about it. He moved forward so quickly that he looked like he had turned into a long arc speeding down the road.

Su Ming's speed was his best feature. Before he was even a Berserker, he had been agile. Now that he was a Berserker at the seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm, his speed had reached a shocking state.

He rushed out of Dark Mountain Tribe's lodgings, past the streets, and jumped over the walls of the mudstone city. At that moment, the anxiety in his heart was like a burning fire, causing him to only think about going faster!

The continuous bursts of speed, his previous absorption of the drop of the Berserker, and the unbelievable amount of Cloud Gauze juice caused the disguising Art the elder had previously cast on him to crack slightly, making the force of his power to blast forth like a tidal wave breaking through ice. He could no longer hide his power completely.

The snow falling from the sky had become lighter. It now fell down in bits and pieces. It was as if the heavy snowfall was nearing its end, in turn causing the moon in the sky to be on the verge of appearing completely.

The land was colored silver. However, during that night, the silver glow was not beautiful. Instead, it let out a murderous air…

There was a faint line of white in the distance. A new day was about to arrive.

Yet it was a wonder that the darkness before dawn could be broken.

The entire mudstone city was in a ruckus. A lot of tribe members had come out of their houses with expressions of fear and bewilderment. They did not know what had happened. There were even houses that had collapsed, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Su Ming did not care about that. He walked forward quickly, and just as he was about to leap over the mudstone walls, he sensed danger.

A cold voice travelled towards him,"You cannot leave!"

The moment Su Ming paused in his footsteps, a person walked out from the darkness behind him.

He wore red, and his presence alone seemed to hold a fire that could scorch those around him. His face was aloof, and there was a prideful air around him that seemed to be coming from his soul. It was Ye Wang!

"By the orders of the Elder, no outsider is allowed to leave Wind Stream City tonight! You're strong, but your Qi is chaotic. This area is within my jurisdiction. You… cannot hope to win against me," Ye Wang looked at Su Ming calmly and spoke slowly.

Su Ming turned around abruptly and stared at Ye Wang. His eyes were bloodshot, and within them, there was viciousness and madness.

When Ye Wang saw his eyes, his heart trembled. Somehow, there was a sense of familiarity within those eyes…

Translator's Note :

¹ Tai Sui: Chinese term for stars directly opposite Jupiter. They are also treated as deities

Chapter 84: Change in Wind Stream Mountain!

Translator: Mogumoguchan/Zenobys Editor: - -

Su Ming lifted his right hand and a red light flashed. Blood Scales appeared in his hands immediately! The spear was entirely red. It was as if it was dyed in a pool of fresh blood, and it let out a strong, aggressive presence. The same presence as when he had climbed Wind Stream Mountain blasted forth from Su Ming's body. He did not speak. He only looked at Ye Wang silently.

"You…" Ye Wang's pupils shrank. He could feel an extremely familiar presence from Su Ming's body. He would never mistake that presence. In his eyes, the frail looking teenager seemed to slowly be turning into another person. That person who made his breathing quicken, who was the only person Ye Wang believed had the right to compete against him!

"You're Mo Su!" Ye Wang was not any other normal person. He almost immediately understood why the Elder had arranged him to patrol this region.

"Dark Mountain Tribe is in danger. I have to go back. If you stop me, then you are my enemy!" Su Ming cast a glance at Ye Wang, then turned around and sped forward. He had already made his decision. No one could stop him!

When he saw Su Ming taking a leap and rushing into the distance, something flashed through Ye Wang's eyes. It was a brief hint of hesitation. A massive change had happened in the mudstone city. He was also anxious, but that anxiety and hesitation only appeared for a brief moment before disappearing. It was instead replaced by a strong desire for battle!

If it was anyone else, Ye Wang would not have had any desire to battle against them. To him, no one among his generation had the right to become his opponent. Yet after the first stage of the test, there was now one person who had the right to become his opponent, and that person was Mo Su!

He may have tied with Mo Su during the first stage, but Ye Wang knew that he had lost. He had returned unconscious, while Mo Su returned to the field conscious.

Ye Wang wanted to compete against Mo Su in the second and third stage. He wanted to prove that he was the strongest among his generation. He might have guessed that Mo Su did not enter the other stages of the test because his level of cultivation was not that high, but Ye Wang was prideful. If he wanted to fight, then he would not use his level of cultivation to suppress the other person.

"Mo Su!" Ye Wang lifted his head abruptly. His voice was cold, and as he spoke, he took a step forward with his right foot, then his entire body shot forward like an arrow. With a whizzing sound, he dashed towards Su Ming.

"You can't leave!" Ye Wang's red shirt was like fire. As he jumped into the air, the snow illuminated his body and turned him into the most striking person in the area.

Ye Wang might have arrived at the eighth level of the Blood Solidification Realm, but he limited his power until he was only at the seventh level of Blood Solidification Realm. He was prideful. To him, if he wanted to fight, then he would fight fair and square. If he wanted to win, then he wanted to make his opponent lose utterly and completely!

Banging sounds erupted in Ye Wang's body. The moment he limited his power to the seventh level, his distance to Su Ming was not even 100 feet apart. His figure was like fire. He raised his right hand and grabbed towards Su Ming.

The moment he grabbed in his direction, Ye Wang's entire body seemed to have erupted in flames. His skin turned red, even his hair seemed to have turned into blazing flames. Seas of fire emerged from his body and turned into a gigantic hand made of flames, which rushed to grab Su Ming.

At that moment, the hand of fire was before Ye Wang's eyes, and Ye Wang was behind it. He dashed towards Su Ming following the motion of the hand of fire.

Su Ming stopped suddenly, and the snow around him immediately turned into water, which turned into a cloud of steam rising into the air. That heat fell from the sky and enveloped Su Ming's entire body. At the very same instant, Su Ming stomped the ground with his right foot, and his entire body was lifted from the ground. He turned around and looked into the distance. The hand of fire was not even thirty feet away from him. By the looks of it, it seemed as if it was aiming to grab Su Ming's body and turn him to ashes.

'Fire?' Su Ming's body was suspended in midair. He saw through the hand of fire and found Ye Wang running behind it. The moment the hand of fire almost touched him, Su Ming bit his tongue and coughed out a mouthful of blood.

That mouthful of blood was not Su Ming trying to force himself to do anything, but a requirement of the Berserker Art he was about to cast. The moment he obtained the mouthful of blood, all 243 blood veins on Su Ming's body manifested and twisted into a strange picture. At the same moment, the mouthful of blood exploded and turned into a mist of blood!

That was the essence of Dark Blood Dust. The Art would turn fresh blood into a cloud of mist which would burst forth with a strength equivalent to the caster's Qi at its peak. The blood mist rushed towards the hand of fire, and there was also a fire burning within the mist!

It did not look like a mist of blood, but instead looked like a mist of burning fire!

He was fighting fire with fire!

The moment Su Ming completed the third burning of blood, a huge change happened within his body. The most obvious change was the feeling of fire burning hotly within his blood.

At that moment, the burning fire mist and the hand of fire were approaching each other. Within the span of a few breaths, they collided and a shocking thunderous roar erupted forth. The hand immediately crumbled, as if it was swallowed by the mist of fire. Then it turned backwards and rushed towards Ye Wang.

It looked like the sky was burning, and it was about to engulf everything in flames!

Su Ming remained silent. His eyes were bloodshot. He rushed into the mist of fire and raised his right hand. Blood Scales let off a piercing red light, and he threw the spear forward.

A piercing sound sliced through the air. The blood red spear turned into a red bolt of lightning and pierced through the mist of fire, then turned into a giant red eagle that rushed towards Ye Wang together with the mist of fire.

Ye Wang's heart trembled furiously as his pupils shrank. He did not expect Mo Su to be so strong. If he continued limiting his own power, then he could not hope to win the fight!

He did not hesitate and immediately retreated, removing the limit of his power. 435 blood veins immediately manifested and his true strength erupted forth.

At the same time, he raised his right hand and swung his fist forward. A bright light appeared on his right fist, and a black glove made of beast skin appeared. There was a ghastly presence coming from the glove. It was clear that the glove was a Berserker Vessel!

He thrust his fist forward, and a thunderous roar echoed in the surroundings. A black wind appeared out of midair before Ye Wang, and as he thrust his fist forward, the black wind turned into a black whirlwind that could turn the world upside down. It collided with Su Ming's long spear and fire mist, and as sounds of explosions echoed in their surroundings, Su Ming took seven to eight steps backward. Yet at the same time, Ye Wang's body also jolted, and he took four to five steps backward. His body felt heavy.

Ye Wang did not stop. He leapt forward and closed his distance to Su Ming in an instant. Su Ming also rushed forward at his fastest speed. He crossed fists with Ye Wang, and due to his speed, it looked as if his body left behind afterimages.

From the distance, it seemed as if there were multiple Su Mings surrounding Ye Wang. The booming noises continued echoing around them. After a while, a sound that could pierce through the sky resounded, and Ye Wang stumbled ten feet backward as blood trickled down his mouth. When he lifted his head, he saw Su Ming coughing out a mouthful of blood as he too, stumbled dozens of feet backwards.

'What shocking speed… His level may not be as high as mine, but with this speed, if I can injure him once, then he can injure me dozens of times… This person is indeed the only one worthy of challenging me among our generation!' Ye Wang was shocked, but at that moment, his battle spirit was only kindled even more. He raised his left hand and pointed towards the sky.

"Mo Su! I'm going to use my full power next!"

The moment Ye Wang finished speaking, an unexpected change happened!

A roar filled with absolute anger suddenly came forth from the tall altar housing the Elder of Wind Stream City!

"Thief! How dare you harm our holy mountain?" That voice belonged to Jing Nan. His body instantly turned into air, and he rushed towards Wind Stream Mountain. At the same time, another incredibly powerful presence blasted towards the sky from within the mudstone city. That person also rushed towards Wind Stream Mountain along with Jing Nan. That second presence belonging to a Berserker in the Transcendence Realm belonged to a woman, an extremely beautiful middle-aged woman!

Ye Wang was stunned. His heart trembled. A glimmer flashed through Su Ming's eyes. He did not hesitate and retreated quickly towards the distance. His battle against Ye Wang had made him incredibly anxious. He did not want to fight. He wanted to get back to his tribe as soon as possible!

With that chance, Su Ming widened the distance between them by hundreds of feet at an exceedingly fast speed.

Ye Wang's expression changed. He no longer paid any attention to Su Ming, who was already far away, but turned and ran towards the city. He did not know what had happened, but he had a feeling that it was something terrible.

At that moment, on the vast plains outside Wind Stream Tribe, a shocking change happened to Wind Stream Mountain, the mountain which had remained sealed and hidden away for generations by Wind Stream Tribe!

Shi Hai and the other eight people all looked shocked and amazed as they stared dumbly at the spot before them and stood in the field at the foot of the mountain. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.

Right in front of their eyes, the space before them was twisting rapidly, as if there was a big hand fiddling at the space from within. A huge crack that looked to connect heaven and earth appeared in midair.

Through the crack, the Wind Stream Mountain was completely revealed. The black mist rose into the sky. As it forward, the roars from a wild beast reverberated through the air.

At the same time the wild beast roared, a gruesome laughter was heard.

"As expected of the Great Bird, the mythical beast of the Fire Berserker Tribe! This may just be a fragment of its soul, but it still contains so much power! At least the years of effort I wasted searching for the ruins of Fire Berserker weren't wasted!"

The voice was completely unfamiliar to Shi Hai and the others. The moment they heard his words, their expressions changed. They cast an eye at each other and dashed towards the Wind Stream Mountain within the crack without hesitation. They were members of Wind Stream Tribe. There was no way they could back down when an outsider trespassed on their holy mountain!

Yet the moment the nine people moved forward and were just about to enter the crack, they heard a cold snort from within the mist on the mountain. Almost immediately, a purplish red arm hundreds of feet long shot out from the mist and swung lightly at Shi Hai and the other eight people from a distance.

Chapter 85: He Saw the Tribe…

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The moment the hand swung down, a thunderous roar resounded between heaven and earth. Ripples immediately appeared in the space between the arm and the people in the field. Shi Hai and the others jolted, as if a huge force fell on their bodies. One by one, the Qi within their bodies erupted and broke. Their faces turned pale. and they fell to the ground, coughing out a mouthful of blood. They may not have died, but they felt as if their entire bodies had just erupted, and they could not stand.

"Still alive? Looks like I can't look down on a tribe born from the weaker branch of the Great Tribe of Man Miao. After all, there is still some blood of the Great Tribe of Man Miao left within you…" As the gruesome voice echoed in the air, some unknown method was used within the mist, causing the mythical beast's roars to be tainted with a hint of pain.

"It's not hard to obtain a sealed Great Bird… This seal has already limited half of your power to begin with, let's see how you'll resist now!" There was a hint of joy within the gloomy voice.

Yet at that moment, a low roar travelled from the distance.

"Thief! How dare you harm our holy mountain!" As the sound travelled through, Wind Stream Tribe's Elder, Jing Nan, came in, roaring in anger. Behind him was the beautiful but icy cold woman clad in purple. The woman may have already been middle-aged, but her beauty was not tarnished. At that moment, there was a baleful look in her eyes, and within it was a look of similar anger and killing intent towards the intruder.

When they arrived, they rushed into the crack and entered the black mist surrounding Wind Stream Mountain without hesitation. Very soon, thunderous roars that shook through the skies and earth travelled out from within the black mist. At one point, Jing Nan also let out a low growl.

Su Ming did not know about everything that was happening within Wind Stream Tribe. Even if he did, he would not have paid attention to it. To him, the most important thing at that moment was to return to his tribe at the fastest speed he could muster.

He wanted to see whether his tribe was still around…

He wanted to see whether his tribe members were still safe…

Once the bout of nervousness, anxiety, and madness was over, he became quiet. He ran across the snowy land in silence. A long time had passed since the elder left the place. The sky was still in a state between darkness and dawn. Su Ming knew that with the dark python's speed, the elder and the others might have already returned to the tribe a long time ago.

"Please be safe…" Su Ming's feet continued bounding on the ground as he ran at the fastest speed in his life.

The speed at which he ran was so quick that the moment anyone saw him approaching, within the blink of an eye, he would have already disappeared into the distance. He did not care about consequences as he ran. He even forgot about his own fatigue, and to make himself run faster, he continued making all 243 blood veins that surrounded his body burst forth in power to give him more strength, which allowed him to go even faster.

The moment the sky turned completely bright and the sun began rising as light shone on the land and a silver light was reflected off the surface of the snow covering the ground, Su Ming had already ran out of the region belonging to Wind Stream Tribe and rushed into a dried up forest. He was near the trading square he went to some time ago.

He would have needed half a day to reach this place with the speed he had in the past, yet now, as he ran silently, he used less than four hours to cover this distance.

To others, that speed would be so incredibly fast, it would leave them in awe, but Su Ming still felt that it was too slow!

He no longer roared, but instead ran through the forest silently as veins popped out on his legs. He would suddenly take a leap forward and use the momentum to continue dashing forward. As he continued running nonstop, Su Ming was drenched in sweat. Not only were his legs hurting, every part of his body was beginning to feel pain.

Time passed by slowly. When noon was around the corner, snow stopped falling from the sky. There were no clouds, and the sky was clear. Yet there was a person running silently within the forest. Even his sweat could not travel down his skin and was flung back due to his speed.

The only thing supporting Su Ming now was determination and persistence. He was worried about the safety of his tribe and its members. He could not describe his current feelings. It was as if his body was drained and he was only running due to his persistence.

The distance which Su Ming would have needed an entire night to cover by running without stopping in the past was now breached by the time it was noon with Su Ming's current mad dash. Gradually, Su Ming's eyes were filled with agitation and anxiety.

He was getting close to the tribe. The sounds of his heartbeat echoed through his entire body, causing his anxiety and anticipation to become much stronger. He was afraid that he would see his tribe in ruins, and he would see his tribe members' corpses lying on the ground.

He was afraid, but his speed did not decrease. A swift and fierce strength grew in his body instead.

When the outline of Dark Mountain Tribe appeared in his eyes from a distance, Su Ming trembled, and tears fell from his eyes.

From a distance, he saw that the gate to the tribe had collapsed. Many parts of the great wooden fence surrounding the tribe were also broken. There were even wisps of black smoke rising from within the tribe, a clear sign that there had been a fire.

The tribe was not silent. A large number of tribe members seemed to have gathered together.

When he saw that his tribe members were safe, Su Ming's anxiety was slightly placated. Yet following that was a killing intent directed towards his enemies who dared to destroy Dark Mountain Tribe.

Su Ming dashed towards the tribe. Before he even got closer, he was seen by the Warriors who were part of the tribe's hunting party. They immediately became cautious, but when they saw Su Ming's face, they relaxed and could not find it within themselves to hide the fatigue on their faces.

Su Ming cried as he returned to the tribe. He walked past the gate that had been blown to pieces. He walked into the tribe and saw the fatigue on the hunters' faces. He saw dozens of corpses gathered on the ground in the center of the tribe.

Those corpses were all people Su Ming was familiar with. Those were his tribe members. The people weeping by their bodies were their families. As their cries echoed in the tribe, it stabbed Su Ming's heart, and the pain he felt made him think that he was about to bleed.

He saw sadness on the faces of the normal members of the tribe. They were packing their belongings in fear and uncertainty before running towards where they were supposed to gather.

On the young La Sus' youthful faces, he saw tears, dread, and fear as they held tightly to their mothers' hands. It was as if they were afraid that the moment they let go, they would never be able to hold their hands again…

Many of the houses within the tribe had collapsed. The ground was a mess. There were terrifying bloodstains covering parts of the ground, a clear sign that a battle had just occurred here some time ago.

As Su Ming continued looking at the sights before him, he clenched his fists. Hatred appeared in his eyes. That was a look of hate and killing intent that was rarely seen on a teenager that was not even seventeen years of age!

Su Ming's tears continued falling. He saw the kind lady who lived next door sitting dumbly outside her ruined house. There was no one by her side… Her child had died, her husband too, had died… She was the only one left and sat there alone at a loss.

When Su Ming looked over, he could clearly feel her sadness and grief that no words could describe.

'Black Mountain Tribe!'

Su Ming clenched his teeth. He saw Lei Chen, who looked tired as he helped to gather the crowd to a spot and bring the things important to the tribe.

Lei Chen did not notice Su Ming. He was already far too exhausted.

Su Ming also saw Wu La, the girl who had always looked down on him but had a crush on Mo Su. She seemed to have grown up overnight. There was a huge bow slung across her back. She was comforting the crowd in whispers and helping them gather together within the shortest amount of time possible.

Chen Xin too, was standing in the crowd. The frail look on her face made her look delicate and pitiful, but the resolute look in her eyes showed that she too, had grown up.

Su Ming did not see the tribe leader, the Head of the Guards, Shan Hen, and Bei Ling. Neither did he see the powerful Warriors within his tribe, who had reached the seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm. They were all absent.

However, Su Ming saw the elder.

The elder was standing in the distance. His face was pale, and his face had aged by far too much. It was as if a few decades had passed within that single night. At that moment, the elder had his head lowered as he healed a tribe member whose left thigh was bloodied and torn. That tribe member was a Warrior of Calamity, and he was about twenty-seven to twenty-eight years old. Su Ming knew him. That was Liu Di, who often played songs with the xun¹.

That person did not like getting close to other people within the tribe. There was an item made of bone the size of a fist hanging by his waist. There were a few small holes on it, and it looked really strange.

Su Ming knew that item. It was called a xun. It was an instrument that most members in the tribe did not know how to play. Only this person had that talent, and they would sometimes hear the sounds of the xun in the tribe.

Now, no hint of pain could be seen on his face. Only persistence and resolution could be found.

Tears continued falling from Su Ming's eyes as he walked towards the elder step by step. Everything that he saw once he returned to the tribe turned his anger into killing intent. He wanted to fight for the tribe!

As Su Ming approached the elder and the young man, he heard the tribe member whom the elder was healing say with a hoarse voice, "Elder… Forget about me. My legs are already ruined, but I can still fight… I…"

The elder's face was dark and filled with sorrow. He nodded his head gently. Then, as if noticing something, he lifted his head and saw Su Ming walking towards him.

The moment he saw Su Ming, the elder was stunned. There was an unmistakable look of disbelief and shock on his face. He knew about the seal he had casted, and knew that there was no way a normal person could break through it so quickly. Yet Su Ming was right before his eyes. It threw him into a state of disbelief, like he had seen an illusion.

It was the first time the elder had showed that expression before Su Ming. He could not believe that Su Ming managed to break through the seal and arrive at the tribe in such a short amount of time.

At that moment, the elder was not the only person who saw Su Ming. Lei Chen also saw him. He widened his eyes and a look of astonishment appeared on his face. At the same time, Wu La, who was not far away, also by chance saw Su Ming.

Translator's Note :

¹ Xun: a Chinese woodwind instrument, round shape, most definitely not an ocarina.

Chapter 86: Their Homes They were Reluctant to Leave Behind

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Su Ming, you…" the elder blurted out, yet when he saw the bloodshot look in Su Ming's eyes, the fatigue evident on his body, and his silent persistence, he could not continue speaking, because he could also feel the grave consequences Su Ming had paid for his persistence.

In his eyes, Su Ming was now like a notched arrow, ready to be shot. That arrow let out a shocking, sharp presence. No one could stop him until he tasted blood!

"Elder… I'm back," Su Ming whispered softly, just like he always did when he came back from the outskirts.

The elder looked at Su Ming, and in his eyes, there was happiness, reluctance, hesitation, and a complicated look that Su Ming could not identify.

"You want to fight for the tribe?" the elder asked quietly after a long while.

Su Ming nodded his head.

"Even if you may face death, are you still willing to?" the elder asked again after a moment of silence.

"Everyone has to die eventually, and if I die protecting my own home, I will die without regrets!" Su Ming voiced his thoughts in a calm voice.

"Good. Su Ming, I won't stop you. Since this is your decision, then I will give you a chance to fight for the tribe!" The elder closed his eyes as if he was hesitating. After a moment, he opened them abruptly, and there was a resolute look in his eyes.

He knew within his heart that he could not stop Su Ming anymore. If he did, then who knew what sort of insane act this child would pull once again? When he saw the grave injuries on Su Ming's body, the elder's heart clenched painfully, but he also felt gratified.

At that moment, the tribe members gathered in the square suddenly fell silent. Their gazes fell upon the people walking into the tribe.

The tribe leader was walking in front, and behind him were the Head of the Guards and Shan Hen. Bei Ling and the other powerful Berserkers in the sixth or seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm walked back with tired looks, fresh blood staining their bodies.

When they left, their numbers had been greater, yet now, their numbers were reduced. Many of them also received injuries on their bodies. Bei Ling's face was especially pale, and there was a huge amount of blood flowing out from his chest.

Everyone held decapitated heads that were no longer bleeding in their hands. Their return sparked the tribe members' spirits, and they cheered. They quickly spread out, allowing these people to walk straight towards the elder.

Bei Ling saw Su Ming, but his usual aloof and indifferent look was gone. He remained silent instead and followed behind his father. His jealousy was nothing compared to the survival of his tribe.

If the tribe was gone, if his tribe members were dead, then what was there to be jealous about..?

The group of people walked towards the elder, and the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe spoke as he threw the two heads in his hands aside, "Elder, the scouts from Black Mountain Tribe have all been chased down and murdered. It… should be safe outside now. We can start migrating!" His words reeked of blood.

The other people behind him also threw the heads in their hands aside. Murderous intent emanated from their bodies in the silence.

Su Ming stood beside the elder and looked at the tribe leader and the others without a sound. He saw the fatigue on their bodies, the sorrow hidden underneath their killing intent, and their thirst for blood.

It was not hard for him to imagine the tribe being ambushed for the first time by Black Mountain Tribe when they were getting ready to move. The battle must have been very difficult and grievous, causing the tribe to be unable to move. When the first battle ended, under the orders of the elder, these people were sent to kill all the scouts from Black Mountain Tribe. Only then could they safely migrate.

After all, most of the members of the tribe were normal people, and there were quite a number of women and children as well. They had to protect them, because they were the hope and future of the tribe.

The elder nodded his head and swept his gaze across all the members of the tribe. At that moment, no matter were they men or women, young or old, they were looking at him. Within their eyes were reliance and hope.

"Fellow members…" the elder said softly. His voice carried through the area and fell into the ears of the members of the tribe.

"We don't want to leave our homes… We don't want to leave this land, where we and our ancestors have lived for generations. We don't want to become dependent on Wind Stream Tribe… But for Dark Mountain Tribe to survive, we… must do so!

"We have to live, and we will live!

"We will tell our descendants, and we must tell ourselves that someday, we can still return to this place. We can still create our own home. On that day… we will return the humiliation we felt this day several fold back unto Black Mountain Tribe!

"I have the confidence, do you have it?" the elder shouted out loudly.

At that moment, all the tribe members let out long supressed amidst their sadness roars. Their howls shook the heavens. Perhaps the numbers in Dark Mountain Tribe were not big, but that roar was the strongest cry they had ever let out from within the depths of their soul.

"Someday… Dark Mountain Tribe will return… but now, we will migrate!" The elder closed his eyes. He did not want anyone seeing the sadness within his eyes. He swung his arm, and immediately all the tribe members in Dark Mountain Tribe who had gathered together supported each other and slowly moved under the protection of the Berserkers within the tribe. They left behind the land on which they had stayed for generations and migrated towards the unknown land located in the distance.

The long line of people slowly left the tribe behind their backs. There was still wisps of smoke coming out from Dark Mountain Tribe. The ruins of their tribe exuded an air of desolation and sadness.

Weeping sounds came from among the crowd. They belonged to the La Sus who had yet to grow up, women who were frightened, and all the members of Dark Mountain Tribe.

The men in the tribe protected their families and held onto their bewildered children. As they wept, they silently walked forward. Some of the older La Sus held onto their parents' hands in fear and looked backwards, crying.

They looked at the once familiar sight behind them, as if they wanted to carve that sight deep into the depths of their memories and turn it into an eternal memory. They were afraid they would forget, that they would forget the road back to their homes.

Every single one of them could not help but turn back and look at the tribe they were leaving behind and at their home of the past…

There was a wizened old man in the crowd. He was Nan Song. His face was calm, as if he had seen through everything that life could throw in his face. At that moment, he only had a simple bag slung across his back. He walked silently and unassumingly in the crowd.

It was noon. The sun was not strong. The snow on the ground gave off a silver light that pierced their eyes, but no matter how strong that light was, it still could not stop them from looking back frequently and from experiencing the sadness as they left.

Their home was getting farther and farther away. The outline of the tribe gradually became fainter. The tribesmen could now only see the faint wisps of black smoke rising into the air and the broken state of the tribe. Yet the times when the tribe was still beautiful were carved into their hearts. They… would not forget. They could not find it within themselves to forget.

Su Ming turned around. Every single detail about the tribe was also ingrained into his memories. The tribe contained his childhood, all the happy moments in his life, and his growth. He was familiar with every part of the tribe. He could not forget every single plot of land within the tribe. Everything within the tribe… would remain forever in his head.

Unless they absolutely needed to, no one would want to leave their homes. No one would be willing to leave behind their familiar homes and travel to the unfamiliar Wind Stream to be subjected to the fate of becoming an affiliated tribe.

Yet, this was the only way. It was the only way for Dark Mountain Tribe to not perish and continue their line. The path to Wind Stream was long, very long. The road was uneven, but they… had to continue walking down that path.

The danger was not resolved. It was just the opposite. The true danger had just begun. They had the tribe protecting them previously, hence Dark Mountain Tribe was able to defend against Black Mountain Tribe's first wave of attack. Yet during the process of migration, the crowd was forced to travel in a long line. Most of the people were normal tribe members. They had no way of defending themselves against Berserkers.

This process of migration was bound to not be peaceful…

Once Dark Mountain Tribe was defeated, what awaited them would be the death of all their Berserkers. The men would all be massacred, including the male infants and the La Sus. As long as they were men, they would all die… The only ones who would survive were the women from Dark Mountain Tribe. They would be brought back to Black Mountain Tribe and become akin to objects. Their only use would be to give birth to Black Mountain Tribe's offspring and strengthen Black Mountain Tribe. They would have to live the rest of their days in humiliation.

It was impossible to be fast when hundreds of people needed to migrate in one go. It was especially so since there was a large number of La Sus and women in the crowd. Amidst the cold brought by winter, the sounds of their weeping gradually lessened, and silence replaced all sounds.

They did not know where their future would lie. Perhaps Wind Stream was the only place they could go… Yet no one knew whether they would be able to make it alive to Wind Stream Tribe…

They did not know how many of them would die, and how many of them would never be able to see their families again after this journey…

There were quite a number of youngsters within the crowd that did not possess a Berserker Body. In the past, they rarely contributed to the tribe, and they spent most of their time playing and fooling around. Yet because they were the family members of Berserkers who died in battle, no one would be bothered by their actions as long as they did not step out of bounds.

Now, these dozens of youngsters looked around fearfully in the crowd, hoping and wishing desperately that they could reach Wind Stream in an instant.

Surrounding the long trail of people were the Berserkers from Dark Mountain Tribe. They quietly protected their tribe members with persistence even though they were tired. Sometimes they would go up and help the weak elderly folk. Walking right in front of the people was the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe. His face was firm as he treaded cautiously forward. There were a few Berserkers behind him, and they all remained alert of their surroundings.

It was the same by the flanks and the back of the crowd. The elder walked at the back. In his hands, he held the white bone cane and walked forward solemn and vigilant. Bei Ling held Chen Xin's hand as they moved silently on the right flank. His face was pale and the blood staining his chest had increased, but he did not mind.

Lei Chen, Wu La, and the other Berserker in the tribe were all surrounding their tribe members as they kept watch.

The responsibilities for the Head of the Guards and Shan Hen were great as they guarded both sides of the flank and silently followed along. The Head of the Guards held a bow in his right hand. If there was any hint of movement, then he would draw his bow and shoot that very moment! Behind him, there was an old man who would occasionally look at the Head of the Guards calmly.

Su Ming recognised that old man. He was Nan Song, the old man who guarded the herb storage!

Shan Hen was indifferent, as usual. No one knew what he was thinking about. Sometimes, a complicated look would appear briefly in his narrowed eyes, but no one noticed it.

Su Ming followed the crowd and listened to their cries, which slowly turned into silence. His heart clenched in pain. When he saw the looks of fear on those familiar faces, Su Ming fisted his hands.

"Protect the tribe. Fight for the tribe!" Su Ming muttered. He was protecting the right flank. Shan Hen was walking not too far ahead of him.

He did not choose that place. The elder assigned him to that position when they were moving. In Su Ming's arms was a girl about five to six years of age. That girl's name was Tong Tong. She was asleep, but there were tears staining her eyelashes.

Her father had died in battle, and her mother done so the previous night. She was the only one left in her family.

"Mama… Papa… Pipi…" As the girl slept, she trembled as if she was haunted by nightmares. As tears slid down her face, she clutched Su Ming's shirt.

Su Ming knew that Pipi was the girl's pet. It was very cute, and she would always carry it around in her arms.

"Tong Tong, be good…" Su Ming patted her back lightly as sadness appeared in his eyes. He felt as if he had just grown up in an instant…