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Chapter 488: Eternal Li Mountain![1]

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The instant Su Ming pressed his finger on his left pupil, the world in his left eye turned red, and when his finger swiped past his entire right eye as well, his entire world was dyed in a bloody, red glow.

As brilliant as blood, and burning as if it was engulfed in flames!

The instant Su Ming executed the burning of blood, powerful flames burst forth from his body. These flames did not have the imposing presence of the gigantic hand formed from the sea of flames, but when it surrounded his entire body, it caused his hair to dance in the wind. As he stood there and lifted his head to look at the sea of fire, he gave off a feeling of a man of great fortitude who could retain his composure even in the face of the sky and earth shattering.

"I am the scion of the Fire Berserkers. If you're talking about the Art of worshiping the moon, I know it as well!" Su Ming stood in midair and lifted his hands. He wrapped his fist in his palm, then bowed swiftly towards the ninth moon in the sky.

When he bowed, the ninth moon in the sky started distorting, and a shadow that seemed to be overlapping with the moon appeared right beside it!

The hand formed from the sea of fire charging towards Su Ming shuddered, as if it could not withstand the act of Su Ming bowing towards the moon, and started showing signs of extinguishing.

The Golden Thread Sacred Bat's mouth was hung open in shock where he stood not too far into the distance. A bang went off in his head, and a look of pure, disbelief-filled shock appeared on his face. He already knew just how powerful Su Ming was, and by right, no matter what sort of divine ability Su Ming executed to fight against the sea of fire, the bat's expressions wouldn't be changing as they were doing now. However, he absolutely did not expect that Su Ming would be using the exact same Art of worshiping the moon to fight against the sea of fire!

This was something that had never crossed his mind and practically overturned all his thoughts and beliefs. This Art of worshiping the moon was handed down by masters to their direct disciples among the Sacred Bats, and only the Golden Thread Sacred Bats could master it. It was practically impossible for outsiders to obtain it.

This was the Art given to them personally by the moon progenitor they worshiped. It was the sacred Art that belonged to the Sacred Bats!

Yet right at that moment, he saw Su Ming casting that Art right before his eyes, and in fact, when he cast it, the Golden Thread Sacred Bat even had the feeling that Su Ming's version of the Art of worshiping the moon was even more authentic than his!

After all, if he wanted to cast this Art, he needed to borrow power from the moon progenitor; he could not just perform that Art with his own hands. More importantly, he only knew how to worship the moon, he did not know how to perform the burning of blood!

The moon progenitor would only give the Great Elder and their chief leader the method to practice performing the burning of blood. This was the Sacred Bats' strongest Art.

But that was not all. What really made the Golden Thread Sacred Bat feel as if his will was about to break was the presence and aura that spread from Su Ming's body when he performed the burning of blood and bowed towards the ninth moon in the sky. The Golden Thread Sacred Bat actually felt as if he had come face to face with sacred ancestor's statue in Eternal Li Mountain. Fear and respect grew in the depths of his heart.

"Who are you?! Just who are you?! Why do you know the Art that is given to us by our moon progenitor?!" the Golden Thread Sacred Bat screamed with a voice that signaled he was near a mental breakdown. As he did so, he swiftly retreated.

"The Art of worshiping the moon you speak of is a divine ability only given to the direct descendants of Fire Berserkers. Who even are you?"

Su Ming's expression was dark and cold when he took a step forward. He swiftly spread out his divine sense to form a wave of pressure, and with the imposing air brought forth after he performed the burning of blood, he started pressing onward towards the Golden Thread Sacred Bat.

"I am a member of the Sacred Bat…" The Golden Thread Sacred Bat had only just begun uttering his sentence when he was immediately cut off by Su Ming's words.

"I am the direct descendant for the Art of worshiping the moon. I am the only Fire Berserker in the world. How dare you ask me that question?" Su Ming smiled coldly, and his words traveled forth along with that overbearing pressure from his body.

"You Sacred Bats look incredibly similar to the Wings of the Moon. I am the one who is curious as to what sort of connection you have with the Wings of the Moon." Su Ming took a step forward.

"Who is the moon progenitor you speak of? Why does he know this Art?" Su Ming words continued, and he had absolutely no intention to give enough time for that retreating Golden Thread Sacred Bat to think. With the imposing pressure coming from his powerful divine sense, he continued his interrogation as the Golden Thread Sacred Bat's mind was thrown into complete chaos!

"How did you Sacred Bats start worshiping this so called moon progenitor of yours?

"The Fire Berserker's Art you practice isn't complete, you only know a part of it. Do you know how to perform the burning of blood?

"You practice the Fire Berserker's Art, but how dare you execute it before me. I won't even be talking about how grossly you overestimated yourself for the moment. Who gave you the authority to launch such a large scale attack?"

After asking several questions in a row, Su Ming's voice suddenly became louder, and with a voice like a clap of thunder, he asked his next question! "Who let you come?!"

That question was like a roar of thunder, and under the continuous barrage of questions and the pressure from his divine sense, it caused the Golden Thread Sacred Bat's will to eventually break.

"The moon progenitor…" He staggered backwards, his head filled with buzzing noises. Su Ming's thunderous question gave him a feeling that he had to answer that question. It was as if some sort of will had descended on his body, and he could not go against that will.

"Where is the moon progenitor?!" Su Ming moved forward once again, and his voice boomed in the air even louder this time.

"Eternal Li Mountain…"

"When did your people start worshiing him?!" Su Ming continued closing in on him, and his voice turned increasingly louder, causing blood to pour out of the Golden Thread Sacred Bat's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears as his mind continued breaking down.

"A very long time ago… I don't know… AH!"

By the end, the Golden Thread Sacred Bat could no longer withstand the pressure and let out a shrill cry of pain. He pressed his hands to his head and moved swiftly backwards while his screams echoed in the air.

His eyes were clouded and blood trickled down the corners of his mouth. Su Ming's voice was reverberating in his head at that moment, and it was becoming louder and clearer with each passing moment. It was as if that voice was trying to make his mind break down.

Su Ming stopped moving and cast the staggering Sacred Bat a glance. He then retrieved his divine sense and his presence of a Fire Berserker after he performed the burning of blood. He lifted his right hand and flicked his wrist in the direction of that Golden Thread Sacred Bat. With that flick, a gigantic shadow immediately appeared behind the mentally breaking down Golden Thread Sacred Bat, and that shadow belonged to a Candle Dragon!

Su Ming frowned and sank into a moment of pensive silence as he stood in midair.

'It's not He Feng… By what this Sacred Bat said, this so called moon progenitor has been worshipped for a very long time. The time doesn't really match. But I'll still can't tell just how much time has passed in the world outside while I was in the Undying and Imperishable World.

'Eternal Li Mountain…'

As Su Ming was gathering his thoughts, he found that the name seemed somewhat familiar to him, but he just could not remember what part of it rang a bell in his head. While was immersed in his thoughts, he turned around and walked towards the valley housing the Shamans.

Even when he saw the valley where the Shamans stayed in the distance, he still could not remember why that Eternal Li Mountain sounded familiar. However, he was absolutely certain that he had never heard of that mountain before.

When Su Ming returned to the valley, he received a grand welcome. All the remaining Shamans walked out of their cave abodes, and when they saw Su Ming, all of them knelt down on the ground in worship.

"We are all people who have been abandoned, and we identify ourselves as Fated Kin. Greetings, Sir Mo Su!"

Hundreds of people bowed down to him, and hundreds of voices fused together to form a wave of sound that echoed in the air. Those voices were filled with sincerity and gratitude, along with zealous reverence.

To them, Su Ming's appearance was like a lamp in the dark, like a beacon of hope in the midst of despair.

Su Ming descended slowly from midair and stood right before these people who called themselves Fated Kin. He looked at this group of people, who were mostly just skin and bones, who were all dressed in ragged clothing, then looked into their eyes, which were all shining with excitement and respect.

"Why do you call yourselves Fated Kin?" Su Ming asked calmly.

"We were abandoned by the Shamans. We have no future, no hope, and we decided that we might as well create our own future and control our own hope, just as if we are controlling our own fate. That's why… we call ourselves Fated Kin!" Nan Gong Hen was also kneeling on the ground. At that moment, he lifted his head and spoke firmly.

Su Ming remained silent and swept his gaze past these people once again. He saw a resolve that burned like a flame within those gazes besides the feverish zeal and respect. That resolve was a desire to control their own fate, a desire to become powerful warriors that could decide their own fate so that they could show the Shamans who abandoned them that they… no longer needed anyone to pity and save them. They… were Fated Kin!

There were very few elderly folk among these people. Besides some people who were in the prime of their life, most of this group were young children. These children were born in this place. In their minds, Shamans was just a name. Ever since they were young, they watched their tribesmen die. Even if they were children, their gazes when they looked at Su Ming were similarly filled with zealous respect and resolve!

This was a race born after being oppressed by fate. This was a race that was completely unrelated to the Shamans, a group of people that possessed a will of their own, a will that even the Shamans did not have!

That will was still relatively weak, but if Fated Kin had enough time to grow stronger and eventually develop themselves, then this race would become an incredibly terrifying existence!

"We are all willing to receive you as our master, respected senior Mo. From now on, we will only listen to your orders!" Nan Gong Hen gritted his teeth. As he spoke, all Fated Kin kneeling behind him said the same words.

"We are willing to receive you as our master, respected senior Mo. We will only listen to your orders!"

Those voices were like waves of sound that raged towards the sky, reverberating in all directions, not disappearing even after a long time had passed.

"If the Fated Kin have a master, then can they still call themselves Fated Kin?" Su Ming remained silent, and only opened his mouth to ask slowly after some time.

"We are willing to worship you as our sacred spirit, respected senior Mo. We are willing to worship your sacred statue for all eternity and throughout all generations!" Nan Gong Hen was momentarily stunned, then right after that, he spoke once again.

"How long has it been since I disappeared?" Su Ming avoided answering to Nan Gong Hen's request and asked what he wanted to know.

"It's been fifteen years since your disappeared, respected senior Mo…" Nan Gong Hen answered in a low tone.

"Shaman City has been reduced to ruins. The landscape within one million lis has changed. All of you stayed here, but did the others leave? Just what happened during these past fifteen years?" Su Ming's gaze was grave as he looked at Nan Gong Hen. This was the goal as to why he came to this valley!

Bitterness appeared on Nan Gong Hen's face. After remaining silent for a moment, he spoke slowly.

"Fifteen years ago, three months after you disappeared…"

When Nan Gong Hen spoke up to that point, suddenly, the small snake on Su Ming's shoulders lifted its head and opened its eyes swiftly. A freezing glare appeared in its eyes and it let out a piercing howl. A fierce and brutal glint appeared in its gaze, and it was looking straight at a cave abode that was sealed within the valley!

Translator's Notes:

1. Eternal Li Mountain: 萬黎山 (wan li shan), 萬 is 10,000, but can also mean eternal. 黎 is a surname, and 山 is mountain.

Chapter 489: Welcome Back!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The change in the small snake's behavior caused Nan Gong Hen's words to die in his throat. He was momentarily stunned, and he immediately whipped his head around to look at the source that brought out the small snake's ferociousness. When he saw that sealed cave abode, a glint appeared in Nan Gong Hen's eyes.

Su Ming narrowed his eyes and his gaze fell on the sealed cave. The small snake's howls grew even louder as it sat on his shoulders. The hatred in its eyes caused all the people who saw it to feel fear blooming in their hearts.

"That is senior Hei Ya's cave abode…" Nan Gong Hen muttered softly.

With a calm expression, Su Ming lifted his right hand and seized the air. Immediately, a wisp of green smoke appeared in his hands. As that smoke swirled around his hand, it turned into an illusory shadow that looked like it was drifting towards that cave abode as if it was being absorbed. That shadow looked like the old man in black that had plotted against Su Ming in the past!

The green wisp of smoke had been extracted from the wisp of divine sense of the old man when Su Ming was still in the Undying and Imperishable World. Back then, he'd thought of using it to search for him when he was in the world outside. Once he saw the small snake's abnormal behavior, he fell into a moment of deep thought, then brought out that green wisp of smoke to test it out, and immediately, a bone chilling murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"So you're here!" Su Ming smiled coldly, then took a step a forward. The small snake on his shoulders charged out and rushed towards the sealed cave.

Almost the instant Su Ming took that step forward, a low roar traveled out from that sealed cave. The door to the cave exploded with a bang, and a black figure flew out from within.

Right when that black figure appeared, he immediately ran into the small snake charging towards him. Sparks flew into the air, and the black figure let out a muffled groan, but he still managed to cast some sort of divine ability that caused the small snake's body to freeze.

Right at the instant its body froze, the black figure charged to the sky.

With a cold harrumph, Su Ming took a step forward and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already standing in midair, right above the black figure. When he lifted his right hand and pressed down, the black figure let out a roar. He lifted his right hand as well, and their palms crashed against each other in the air.

A loud bang rang out. Su Ming did not even budge an inch, but the black figure coughed out a huge mouthful of blood and his body plummeted straight to the ground. At that moment, his appearance was revealed.

The black figure was wearing a black robe, and he was indeed the old man in black who Su Ming wanted to kill. As he fell to the ground, the hood covering his head was blown off by the violent gust of wind that stirred up, revealing a face that was covered in rotten flesh!

That face looked incredibly ugly. Most of the flesh and blood was already rotten, and bones could even be seen in certain parts of the face.

"Destiny!" The old man let out a piercing howl and glared at Su Ming. He originally thought that he could avoid Su Ming's divine sense, and like the darkness residing under a lamp, he could remain undiscovered, but he forgot about the snake!

When the small snake had been in his grasp when he used it to threaten the Candle Dragon and Su Ming, it might have looked like it had fallen unconscious, but in truth, it was still awake. It thus had engraved the old man's presence deep in its memories. Although that presence only belonged to a wisp of his divine sense, once the small snake obtained its legacy from the Candle Dragon, it was no longer the snake it was in the past. That was why it could recognize the person hiding in the cave based on his presence even when he had avoided Su Ming's divine sense!

"So what if you escaped from the Undying and Imperishable Realm? You can't escape from my master's arrangements. You can't escape from your destiny!"

The old man laughed sinisterly. He knew that he could not escape from death, that was why he swallowed a medicinal core before he ran out just now. That core gave a tenth of a chance to break the Curse, but there was also a nine tenths of a chance where he would quickly lose his will, his memories would fall apart, and he would end up like a wild beast.

A hint of murderous intent shone in Su Ming's eyes. He had originally held his suspicions about the old man's origins, and now, he no longer had any doubts. This person was indeed Di Tian's lapdog!

He took a swift step forward and appeared before the old man in a moment. Madness appeared in the old man's eyes, and he formed a seal, thinking of executing a divine ability. Yet his body was already incredibly weakened. Before he could even execute that divine ability, his hands were pushed aside by Su Ming's right hand. Su Ming grabbed his black robe, yanked it, and tore the entire black robe from the old man's body.

Once the black robe was pulled off, the old man's emaciated body was revealed, along with that rotten stench that spread through a large area in the sky.

"You look neither a human nor a ghost!" Su Ming immediately tapped his right index finger on the old man's chest. Once his finger touched him, the old man shuddered and staggered back a few steps, black blood starting to flow out from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

"So what if I die? At least I have all my memories with me! What about you? Take those fragmented memories of yours and your confusion to walk down your path as Destiny." The old man was incredibly weakened and did not show even a hint of resistance before Su Ming, but his laughter, containing all his madness, continued ringing in the air and reverberated through the area.

Su Ming did not speak. He took a few steps forward and lifted his right hand to tap the old man's chest once again. Once he tapped several spots on his body, black wisps of smoke instantly surged out of the old man's chest and charged straight to his right hand, causing his entire right arm to look completely black. It started rapidly rotting away.

"Destiny, you will only be Destiny throughout your life! I'll wait for you in hell!" The old man's Curse completely burst forth once Su Ming jabbed those few spots. In his pain, he roared, and he looked as if he had descended into madness.

However, the moment he started shouting, Su Ming appeared beside his right hand, grabbed it, and then with his left hand positioned straight like a blade, he cut down. A crack rang in the air, and the old man's blackened right arm was instantly torn off.

The intense pain caused the old man to descend further into madness. With the Curse around, his Nascent Divinity could not leave his body, and he could not even self-destruct. In the midst of that pain, his screams became even stronger.

"Master's clone will come at any time now. I'd like to see just how you'll stand up against him. Destiny… Haha, in the end, you'll still be walking on the path you should take…" As the old man shouted, Su Ming's right index finger swiftly tapped a few spots on his chest, causing his left arm to instantly turn dark as well. Then Su Ming cut off the old man's left arm.

As the old man who had lost both his arms screamed in pain, he continued shouting out those malicious words without stop.

"Even if you've walked out of the Undying and Imperishable World, fifteen years are already gone. Fifteen years… I've trapped you for fifteen years, it's already enough!

"I die for my master. With his divine abilities, when he eventually achieves greatness, he will definitely revive me. Why should I be afraid of death? But you, Destiny, you will never know just what your memories are and just what you lack!" As the old man shouted, the spark of intelligence gradually disappeared from his eyes, and he started howling like a wild beast.

His body shuddered. Not only had the full power of the Curse erupted forth in his body, it was also rapidly eating away his life force.

"Haha, I didn't die in your hands, but in the Curse's hands… I'm free now! But you, you'll never know where your little sister, you'll never know just how many mysteries surround you. You will lose yourself as you remain in your daze…"

Before the old man finished speaking, his eyes had already completely lost their spark, and he completely turned into a wild beast that had lost all form of intelligence.

"It's not so easy to die," Su Ming said calmly. When the old man was reduced to a wild beast that had lost all intelligence, he straightened his fingers and swiftly pressed his palm on the old man's chest.

Black smoke gushed out of the old man's chest once again and charged straight to his legs. With a swing of his arm, the old man's legs immediately exploded, and the Curse could be seen rapidly fading away from his body.

His Curse came from the Candle Dragon. Su Ming had been in the Undying and Imperishable World for a countless number of years, and the small snake had also acknowledged him as his master. His knowledge and understanding towards this Curse was already greatly different from before.

When he pressed down on the old man's chest, the old man's dull eyes gradually brightened up as if life force had started growing within him after experiencing some form of stimulus. However, as his eyes brightened up, his intelligence slowly returned, and he gradually saw what was around him clearly, his expression instantly changed drastically.

He originally thought that he had died, but right then, right before his eyes, Su Ming saved him. This should have been a joyous occasion for him, but to him, it was something that was even more terrifying than death!

He could already imagine just what sort of punishments and pain he would have to go through once Su Ming captured him when he was no longer under the Curse and in a weakened state. In fact, all his memories in his head could even be continuously forced out of him with all the methods Su Ming could think of.

To him, this sort of thing was several times more severe than death. He knew that if he had died just now, then at least he would have died for his master. He would still have had a possibility of being revived in the future.

But if Su Ming used some sort of method and learned of everything from him, then he would truly die. Not only would his master not revive him in the future, there was also a high chance that his master would be angered, and the old man would drag down his entire family in the land of the Immortals!

"You… you…" The old man's heart trembled and great terror appeared in his eyes. He watched Su Ming tap a few more spots on his body, and even though he was in a weakened state, he could still clearly feel a large part of the Curse dissipating from inside him.

During these fifteen years, he had always been struggling. He was afraid of death, but when he met Su Ming, he no longer feared. He wanted to die, but once he found out that he could not die, a surge of fear that was even greater than the fear he felt towards death rose within him.

His words that he had used to provoke Su Ming just moments ago had now turned into the source of his extreme terror.

The sight of Su Ming saving that old man in black robes fell into the eyes of all the people around him. Nan Gong Hen saw it as well. All their hearts shuddered, and a deep chill rose within their hearts due to what they saw.

Just what sort of hate could a man possess that killing his enemy would still not be enough for him to resolve that hate, and he would save his own enemy?!

Just what sort of grudge could a man possess that would make him think that death was not relief, and that living was the greatest form of torture?!

Just what sort of resolution must it be for a person to be able to do this? That he would not even let a person die? Then just what sort of hell would await the old man in black robes?!

Nan Gong Hen looked at Su Ming, looked at him doing all these things with an apathetic and cool expression, and his heart was filled with a deep chill. He sucked in a sharp breath.

"Welcome back."

When the old man's eyes completely regained their clarity, Su Ming lifted his right hand and pressed it against the top of the old man's head. His power surged in and sealed all the old man's power. Once he did so, he looked into the old man's terrified eyes, and he whispered those words softly.

Chapter 490: Fifteen Years Ago

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Fifteen years ago… There wasn't just one End Shaman in the World of Nine Yin, but three! Besides the powerful Shaman from the God of Shamans Temple who was originally supposed to be here, there were also other powerful Shamans from other tribes.

"Right after the treasure gambling event was over, quite a number of Shamans parted ways to head to the three grounds that would allow them to receive their inheritance...

"The nightmare started at that time…

"I will never forget that day for all eternity. All sorts of changes kept appearing without stop within those one million lis around Shaman City, and those changes were like a strong repelling force that was trying to chase all of us outsiders out from the World of Nine Yin.

"The ground shook and numerous cracks appeared on the land. The Sacred Bats flew out from those cracks, and at that time, the ninth moon in the sky was blood red. The entire ground was dyed in a bloody glow.

"Those forests that spanned endlessly seemed as if they had been revived. The trees started moving, and strange, piercing screeches that sounded like crying sounds echoed in all directions.

"Vortexes that spun rapidly appeared one after another in the sky. As they spun, black rays of light descended from within, and all those who came into contact with them would immediately find that light fusing into their souls, causing their souls to leave their bodies, turning them into a part of one of the three sacred races in this land, the Drifting Roamers.

"A change also happened to the Spirits of Nine Yin at that moment. They no longer complied with the promise made between them and the Shamans in the past. Instead, they started killing and chasing away all the Shamans in the World of Nine Yin.

"The source for all this is because of a plan made by the Shamans, a plan that was made by the God of Shamans Temple and was agreed upon by all the big tribes!

"That plan was to completely open the passages leading to the World of Nine Yin so that all the people from big tribes could come to the World of Nine Yin at the same time and without any sort of restrictions!

"The Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands is approaching and we are forced to fight against the Berserkers to snatch their land. As the main instigators, the God of Shamans Temple coordinated with all the big tribes and the Immortals who came to the land of the Shamans to execute the plan, all for the sake of preserving as many lives and obtain the highest levels of protection when the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands fell on the entire Land of South Morning!

"They laid out the structure for a powerful Relocation Rune so that they could turn the World of Nine Yin into a safe haven for the big tribes in the land of the Shamans and the God of Shamans Temple when the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands arrived!

"Perhaps the God of Shamans Temple had been making preparations for this plan since a long time ago. Perhaps they weren't even thinking about using this place as a safe haven, but were thinking of using it for some other purposes. But at that time, as the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands continued closing in on us, the God of Shamans Temple worked with the big tribes and the Immortals and eventually laid out this Rune in Shaman City!

"If you go to the ruins of Shaman City, you should still be able to see the Rune's remains.

"The eventual activation of the Rune caused a series of drastic changes in the World of Nine Yin. When we opened the passage and allowed all the people from the big tribes to enter, the Spirits of Nine Yin cast some sort of unknown divine ability, and the head hoisted on the stone pillar that reached the sky in Shaman City was revived…

"His revival marked the beginning of this disaster.

"The Rune collapsed. The passage in the sky that was opened by the Rune was sealed, and Shaman City was destroyed… These are the things I know and saw. Perhaps there are some other secrets that aren't privy to common people. I don't know about those things.

"But the Spirits of Nine Yin didn't expect that there was more than one Rune. The Shamans laid out three Runes in three different spots in the World of Nine Yin. But… the sudden appearance of this terrifying storm caused the Shamans' plan to fail entirely.

"I still can't forget that storm. Sandstorms raged through the sky and turned into a gigantic figure. Wherever it went, all the living beings would be reduced to skeletons.

"The other two Runes were destroyed, and most of the Shamans in this place escaped through the last Rune before it was destroyed, but perhaps it was because the races here left us a small path of survival intentionally that they managed to do so…

"There were some people who didn't manage to escape. When the Rune was destroyed, they were forcefully made to stay in this place, and after going through a cycle of death and elimination among their numbers, these people gathered together. At that time, they numbered to ten thousand people, but now, only several hundreds remain. These people are us."

The nine moons hung high in the sky and shone brightly. The land was not really dark, but if anyone looked into the distance, they would find that the spots in the distance were still dark and they could not see those places clearly. There were only a few areas illuminated well by the moonlight.

A bonfire burned weakly in the valley. Wisps of green smoke twisted with the wind as they floated into the sky and fused with the darkness.

Nan Gong Hen sat beside the bonfire. His soft words echoed in the sky, and just like the green smoke, they eventually fused with the darkness.

Su Ming sat before him in silence as he listened to Nan Gong Hen describing the events from fifteen years ago. In his mind, he began drawing the scenes that had happened in the past.

He was shocked by the Shamans thinking of using this place as a safe haven. If they had truly succeeded, then when the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands was over, the Shamans' big tribes would have not suffered even the slightest bit of damage.

"Are these Drifting Roamers you speak a group of souls that drift through the land as if they have no intelligence whatsoever?" When Su Ming recalled seeing Ahu in Shaman City, he sighed.

"Those are Drifting Roamers of the lowest level. They don't have any sort of will as they did when they were alive. Based on the experience I have fighting against them over these past fifteen years, this is a sacred race that acts as leeches. This is the only way for them to grow.

"They will attach themselves to the souls of the living and absorb their power to grow. The moment that soul is destroyed marks the completion of their growth. Their strength will also differ based on how strong the soul they have attached themselves to was," Nan Gong Hen said calmly.

"Is there a way to save them?" Su Ming looked towards Nan Gong Hen.

"We tried before, but even after we used everything at our disposal, we had no success. Once these Drifting Roamers attach themselves to the souls, they will be as one, and it'll be difficult to separate them… But I did hear that you Berserkers have a Phantom Dais Tribe [1]. Rumors have it that they have researched Arts about spirits deeply, perhaps they could save these souls."

Nan Gong Hen lifted his head and looked towards Su Ming. If he still did not know that Su Ming was a Berserker at this point, then there was no way he could have become the leader of Fated Kin.

In truth, once Su Ming stopped wearing his mask, his Berserker Mark had told Nan Gong Hen everything. Many people had also been able to tell through his conversation with Di Tian's servant and their different Arts when they fought.

However, they were no longer Shamans. They were Fated Kin. It did not matter to them where Su Ming came from, much less that he was a Berserker.

"These are all the things that happened fifteen years ago. Respected senior Mo, please don't take to heart what happened during the treasure gambling event. I honestly could not make any sort of decision that would be unfavorable for the God of Shamans Temple…" Nan Gong Hen sucked in a deep breath, stood up, and bowed deeply towards Su Ming.

"You don't have to do this, brother Nan Gong." Su Ming shook his head.

"Respected senior Mo, please, become the sacred spirit of Fated Kin…" Nan Gong Hen bowed to him once more.

Su Ming hesitated for a moment.

"With your power, you might still be the best among all Latter Shamans. Even if you can't fight against End Shamans, you will still be one of the powerful warriors in the entire Land of South Morning, and you will definitely shock the world with just one gesture!

"We aren't able to leave, and it's difficult for us to survive here. If you abandon us, then before long, all Fated Kin in this place will die… I don't mind dying, it doesn't matter to me, but there are quite a number of children who were born here, I…" Nan Gong Hen looked at Su Ming and whispered softly.

Su Ming looked at Nan Gong Hen, and after a long while, he closed his eyes. Time trickled by, and after time taken for the burning of an incense stick, he opened his eyes and gave a nod towards Nan Gong Hen.

"If there is really no way for us to leave, I will protect Fated Kin, but similarly, if I manage to find a way out and return to the Land of South Morning, all of you will still have to respect me.

"Will you agree to this?" Su Ming asked languidly. The existence of Fated Kin touched his heart, and it was also difficult for him to completely reject Nan Gong Hen when he had been begging him time and again.

However, it was unfair if Su Ming only gave and received nothing in the end. That was why he also listed his own demands when he agreed to Nan Gong Hen's request.

"We Fated Kin are an abandoned race. We will never forget the great kindness you have showed us! Once we revere you as our sacred spirit, we will forever abide to your words!" Nan Gong Hen declared solemnly.

Su Ming looked at Nan Gong Hen and nodded his head after some time. Then, he stood up and walked towards the valley. Inside, there was a cave abode that had been specifically emptied out for him.

Nan Gong Hen looked at Su Ming walking into the distance and sucked in a deep breath before casting his gaze at the sky.

"Can we go back? It's been fifteen years. She, too, disappeared from the World of Nine Yin at that time. Where could she be now?" Nan Gong Hen muttered sadly.

When Su Ming entered the cave abode, he sat down with a calm face, then waved his arm, and immediately, the area before him became obscure. When that obscurity disappeared, the old man in black who had lost all four limbs appeared before him.

"Why do you always call me Destiny?" Su Ming asked unhurriedly.

The old man's face was pale. He had his eyes closed as if he was deep in sleep, and he did not say a word.

Su Ming waited for a moment, then lifted his right hand. As he did so, the small virescent sword instantly appeared. Once it gained its form in his hand, Su Ming wrapped his fingers around the hilt, and then, he stabbed the old man's throat before he started slowly dragging the blade down.

"I've planted herbs in people several times in the past. The seeds from these medicinal herbs will absorb a person's life force and grow through their flesh and blood. All those in whom I have planted these medicinal herbs suffered greatly," Su Ming stated languidly.

The old man remained unmoving, as if he did not hear a single thing, as if he was still deep in sleep.

"You Immortals can Possess others, that's why you don't mind the agony you have to bear in your body." Su Ming's blade had already sliced up a palm sized wound on the chest. Blood gushed out from that wound, but the old man paid no attention to it.

"If that is the case, then let's see just how much you can endure." With the calm words in the air, Su Ming put away his virescent sword and pointed at the old man's wound with two fingers. Immediately, a strong gust of wind howled in the air and seeped into the person's body through that wound.

That gust of wind was a powerful breeze formed by Su Ming as the Wind Berserker. The wind swept through the old man's flesh and blood with a howl, incessantly tearing at his organs. The pain that came from that barrage caused the old man to tremble furiously. He opened his bloodshot eyes swiftly and glared at Su Ming.

"Why do you always refer to me as Destiny?" Su Ming looked at the old man and asked flatly.

"Bastard, do whatever you want. I'm not even afraid of death, why should I be afraid of your petty tricks? I will not tell you the things you want to know!

"If you want to know, then go on ahead and perform a Soulsearch. But even in my weakened state, with your power in the Soul Formation Stage, you will only be able to torture me, you will not be able to search through my soul!" The old man bore through the severe pain in his body by gritting his teeth and sneering coldly.

Yet in truth, even though he looked incredibly tough, the fear in his heart towards his future was incredibly great.

Translator's Note:

1. Phantom Dais Tribe: The tribe where Su Ming and his senior brothers broke into to save Zi Che.

Chapter 491: Clues about the Crimson Dragon

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Di Tian's clone was destroyed, and the servant he placed in the land of the Berserkers to keep track of Su Ming was also captured. All of this caused the fate predetermined for Su Ming to change drastically.

All of this was the source of the old man's fear. He knew many things, but it was precisely because he knew that he feared. The only thing he could rely on now was that Su Ming had still not found the memories that truly belonged to him.

"I have plenty of patience. If you don't want to say, it's fine by me." Su Ming tapped the old man's chest once again with two fingers. Immediately, rumbling sounds shot out from the old man's body, and vortexes could be seen emerging right under his skin.

As those vortexes spun, they started exploding, and whirlwinds shot out from the skin. That sort of pain caused huge beads of sweat to roll down the old man's skin as he trembled.

"It's not as if I must learn everything from you alone. What I want is to cause you torment, to bring endless amounts of suffering on you… We didn't actually have painfully obvious grudges between us in the beginning, but why did you do it?" Su Ming shook his head, lifted his right hand, and flicked his wrist.

Immediately, the whirlwinds in the old man's body raged even wilder, sweeping by his organs as if they wanted to turn everything inside him into mush. That sort of feeling as if he was being ripped apart caused the old man to let out a shrill scream of pain.

That screaming lasted for most of the night, and it traveled out of the cave abode to appear right under the moonlight, causing most of Fated Kin to be able to hear it clearly.

It only started to slowly become weaker when the sky gradually brightened up. Su Ming looked at the old man who was still trembling before him, then lifted his right hand and formed a seal. Han Mountain Bell immediately appeared and covered the old man within. Bell chimes reverberated in the air.

Other people would only be able to hear the soft bell tolls, but when the old man heard them within the bell, it was deafening. It was as if there were countless people roaring nearby, causing booming sounds to echo in his head. His body started trembling so violently that he felt as if his flesh and blood were about to be ripped apart and his bones crushed.

"I'll give you ample time to think carefully," Su Ming said languidly and no longer bothered himself with the old man. Instead, he closed his eyes calmly and immersed himself in nursing his Nascent Divinity.

It had not been long since his Nascent Divinity appeared. If he wanted to bring out the full power of his divine sense, then he needed some time to nurse it back to health.

Time passed as Su Ming nursed his Nascent Divinity. In the blink of an eye, a month was over. During that month, all Fated Kin in the valley would occasionally hear bell chimes, and sometimes, they would hear shrill screams of pain as well.

Su Ming no longer used only strong gusts of wind to bring torment to the old man. He started fusing his attacks with Lightning Arts, Fire Berserker flames, and the Curse.

He did not use them all in a row but added them one by one, slowly and progressively. When the old man was used to the wind tearing at his flesh, he added lightning to pierce through his tendons and flesh, making him go through a hell that felt as if heavenly judgment had fallen on him.

When the old man had gotten used to lightning and wind tearing him apart, Su Ming added Fire Berserker flames to his attacks. The burning from within and outside the body, the destruction of the passages of Qi, the suffering on the flesh and blood caused the old man to suffer a pain that was worse than death.

He wanted to die, but he could not die, because Su Ming had not completely broken the Curse in his body. He left a small part of it within his body, and this Curse could continue making him weaker, could make him be unable to self-destruct, and could make him be unable to die.

The booming sounds from Han Mountain Bell over the days had also caused the old man to feel a pain that he had practically never felt before, a pain that was akin to being submerged in hell.

If Tie Mu had not passed away, then this sort of torment and Su Ming's continuous nurturing of his Nascent Divinity would have continued; he would not have walked out of his cave abode within a short amount of time.

But in the end, Tie Mu did not manage to escape death. On this day, during dusk, as a light drizzle rained down from the sky, Tie Mu closed his eyes.

Su Ming did try saving him before, but Tie Mu, who was already at the last hours of his life, was already too far gone to be saved.

Rain poured down. It was not rare in the World of Nine Yin, and once it appeared, it would usually last for several months. The entire world turned indistinct under the rain, and no one could see too far ahead.

The hundreds of Fated Kin in the valley walked out of their cave abodes. Right at the bottom of the valley was Tie Mu, who was covered by a sheet by his tribesmen and who laid on the ground as rain poured on him. He had his eyes closed and he looked at peace. He did not seem to be in too much pain, and instead looked as if he had been released.

It was quiet all around the area. Even the sounds of crying were drowned out by the pouring rain.

Su Ming also walked out of his cave abode and stood beside Tie Mu's corpse. He looked at this familiar face before him and the memories of what happened between them in the past appeared in his head. He might not have had much contact with Tie Mu, but they could still be considered acquaintances.

Su Ming had seen too many deaths, but this time, it was slightly different. When he saw Tie Mu, the scenes of the fight between the both of them came to his mind.

Nan Gong Hen stood beside Su Ming with grief on his face. He had gone through this sort of thing far too many times during the past fifteen years, so he originally thought he would be numb to this, but now, he just realized, he could not. How could he..?

"Senior Tie Mu could originally leave… but he let the other people in his tribe go before him, and in the end, he could no longer follow them, because the Rune was destroyed…

"The other seniors passed away one by one during these fifteen years, eventually, five years ago, senior Tie Mu became the only Latter Shaman left among us. Now… even he has left us," Nan Gong Hen whispered softly in anguish.

There was a young man kneeling beside Tie Mu's corpse. That man's face was filled with grief, and he was the young boy that Nan Gong Hen had brought with him in the past. He had already lost his right arm, and as he knelt beside Tie Mu, tears trickled down his face.

Nan Gong Hen remained silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Send senior Tie Mu off!"

When his words were spoken, all Fated Kin around knelt down. Sorrow could be seen on their faces as rain poured down on them. It was freezing, but no one moved away.

Two tribesmen walked out from among the crowd around Tie Mu and lifted him up. Then, they started walking into the distance along the path in the valley.

The young man followed behind him as he cried. Nan Gong Hen cast Su Ming a glance, and followed behind them.

In silence, Su Ming walked towards the deeper parts of the valley as rain poured down his body and as Fated Kin continued kneeling on the ground.

The beast bone altar was located deep within the valley. It was also the place where Fated Kin buried their dead during these fifteen years…

The rain caused the area to be indistinct, making the dense layers of white bones and the stone monuments filled with words to not look so frightening, but instead give off a thick air of misery.

Su Ming was not deeply impacted by that misery, but Nan Gong Hen, whenever he came to this place, he would feel as if his heart was being stabbed.

Once they buried Tie Mu, they erected a stone monument above his grave. They carved his name and his affiliation as a Fated Kin on that monument, as well as all his battle achievements in life. When they were done, Nan Gong Hen kowtowed to the monument silently before he turned around and left, bringing his grief with him.

Su Ming swept his gaze past the altar. The rain was pouring even more heavily, and he could vaguely see through the obscure veil of rain numerous heroic souls returning to their heaven after protecting their tribesmen in the valley during the last fifteen years...

Tie Mu's passing turned into grief that coiled up in the hearts of all Fated Kin, causing everyone to speak very few words during the next few days.

As time passed, the rain outside poured even harder. The rustling sounds of droplets of water falling on the ground remained a constant. Rain and fog covered the entire area, causing it to become even more indistinct. It was as if the rain and fog had turned into a rain curtain that connected the sky and earth.

Su Ming listened to the sounds of rain outside from within his cave abode. He continued immersing himself in meditation, and did not stop with raining down torment on Di Tian's servant either.

Tie Mu's death did not affect him greatly, and it was the same for the grief that filled this place. After all, he had not stayed in this place for fifteen years, and he did not have many memories about this place.

However, for some unknown reason, he was feeling rather depressed.

"When you die, you will want to be buried in your own country, but in the end, your bones are buried in foreign land… Even for Latter Shamans, it is difficult for them to determine where they will die… Tie Mu is still in a better situation. At least he knows where his home is. He also knows the road back to his home.

"But where is my home..? Just... where is Dark Mountain..? Or perhaps… Dark Mountain isn't even my real hometown…

"Elder once told me to go to Berserker's Realm Mountain," Su Ming mumbled, and a lost look appeared in his eyes. The memories of Dark Mountain rose before his eyes, and gradually, they faded away.

Time passed once more, and another month went by slowly. Su Ming's Nascent Divinity had slowly perfected its condition during these two months of nursing.

When Su Ming finished nursing his Nascent Divinity, his divine sense also reached peak condition. While he might be unable to cover an area of one million lis, but once he spread it out, he would still be able to sense his crimson dragon, his Poison Corpse, and Ji Yun Hai.

On this day, with a serious expression, Su Ming slowly spread his divine sense out as while sitting with his legs crossed. As it stretched in all directions, he placed his focus on the crimson dragon, his puppet, and the Poison Corpse. Gradually, his expression turned dark.

The divine sense covering the entire area allowed Su Ming to spread his will outwards as well, and as he called out to these creatures, a ripple coming from the west first responded to him, albeit slowly.

That wave of ripples was very weak. The instant Su Ming's divine sense touched it, a blurry scene appeared in his head, and he saw a vague picture flashing right before his eyes.

The picture was of a large palace, and it was built on a mountain. There were eight gigantic statues within the palace, and right in the middle of these statues was a skeleton kneeling on one knee. Its limbs were chained down, and the chains were impaled in the ground.

The statues were not the ones that responded to Su Ming, neither was it that skeleton. It was instead the picture that was drawn on the ground under the skeleton!

That picture protruded off the ground and circled around the area, and it was the greatly shrunken crimson dragon!

However, it was no longer crimson. Its color had become much duller. There was pain on its face, and it did not move. If Su Ming took a closer look, he could discover that the eight statues were stepping on the crimson dragon's picture as if they were holding it down. As for the skeleton in the center, the spot where the chain was impaled was right where the crimson dragon's head was!

When that picture flashed through Su Ming's mind, it disappeared without a trace. Immediately after, a new scene appeared, and that scene was a swamp. Right in the depths of the swamp were a pair of green eyes, and they were flashing in the dark. A low growl seemed to travel forth, and the scene disappeared.

Su Ming opened his eyes swiftly, and a freezing glare appeared within them.

"Spirits of Nine Yin!" He stood up, left a wisp of his divine sense in the valley, took a step out of his cave abode, and in the next instant, disappeared.

Chapter 492: Retrieving the Poison Corpse!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

None of the Fated Kin in the valley noticed Su Ming's departure, and even though he disappeared, the wisp of his divine sense he left in this place still allowed him to sense everything happening in this place. If anything happened during this period of time, he could just warp and return as quickly as possible.

The pain that reached Su Ming through the faint waves of ripples from the crimson dragon, however, had his heart burning with extreme anger. The crimson dragon might have been created by Hong Luo, but its loyalty could be seen clearly when it returned to Su Ming without any hesitation when it saw him during the treasure gambling event in the World of Nine Yin.

It followed him all along the way, and even when Su Ming entered the Candle Dragon's carcass, the crimson dragon remained outside to wait for him until an accident happened. And Su Ming could already imagine that this so called accident was largely related to the old Spirit of Nine Yin he had rented in the past.

He absolutely had to rescue the crimson dragon. He might have had deep experiences with the strength of the Spirits of Nine Yin, but he was the crimson dragon's master. Giving up on it when it was in danger was something he could not do.

Because he could not find his home, Su Ming valued his relationships!

Because his family was not around, Su Ming valued all forms of love given to him!

While there might not be any form of love between him and the crimson dragon, but just its loyalty alone was enough for Su Ming to not retreat and give up on it in fear.

"Spirits of Nine Yin…" Su Ming charged in midair and turned into a long arc. His eyes shone with a freezing glare. As he lifted his right hand, Han Mountain Bell appeared on his palm.

His gaze fell on the bell, and after a moment of silence, Su Ming looked at the strand of hair belonging to the first God of Berserkers wrapped around his finger. There was not much left of the strand of hair, but there was a resolute look on his face, and he traveled even faster.

Once he finished nursing his Nascent Divinity, he became much faster than before, especially when he combined his speed with his warps. The long arc that was slicing through the sky would occasionally disappear, and when it reappeared, it would be much further away from where he was previously in the world.

Su Ming's journey took several hours. As he charged forward, he came to a swampland. That swamp did not exist fifteen years ago. As of then, it covered an area of several hundreds of thousands of feet. Occasionally, bubbles would pop up on the surface of the swamp. Once they burst, they would turn into a layer of green fog that filled the air above the swamp, causing all the people who came to this place to only see fog.

Su Ming did not go to the Spirits of Nine Yin in a fit of recklessness. Instead, he came to this place. This was the place that had appeared in his mind when he used his divine sense to sweep through the land, the place where his Poison Corpse was.

If he wanted to go to the Spirits of Nine Yin, then he had to make good preparations. After all, he had incredibly great experiences with the power of the Spirits of Nine Yin in the past.

At that moment, he stood in the air above the swamp. As he lowered his head, golden light shone in his eyes and his gaze pierced through the fog below him to land right in the swamp. A familiar wave of ripples started fighting against his divine sense from the swamp immediately after.

At the same time, a low, muffled roar suddenly shot up from within the swamp. It shook the fog in the area, and the roar was filled with ruthless brutality, as if it harbored intense dislike towards Su Ming's divine sense exploring the swamp.

"These fifteen years of freedom were hard to come by, and it allowed you to obtain new intelligence… but how dare you not come forth when you see me?! If I could capture you when you were alive, I will be able to do the same even when you have new intelligence," Su Ming declared flatly, then lifted his right hand and pressed it downward swiftly in the direction of the swamp on the ground.

Golden light started flashing violently on his body, and a great force shot out from his right hand, charging straight towards the swamp. Muffled booming sounds reverberated in the air, and a gigantic mark of a palm appeared in the swamp. This sunken mark was created by the force when Su Ming pressed downwards.

As the swamp trembled and the mark of his palm continued sinking downwards, the low roars from the swamp started growing in volume. After a moment, when the mark of the palm had sank several hundreds of feet downward, making it seem as if the entire swamp had sunk deeply into the ground, a green hand swiftly shot out from the swamp. It crashed into that mark of Su Ming's palm as it continued sinking downwards, and a loud, shocking boom rang in the air.

The swamp looked as if it had collapsed. A large amount of mud and water splattered everywhere, but the Poison Corpse that Su Ming was looking for still refused to come out of his hiding place, as if he was evading Su Ming. This was an action born out of his natural instinct!

"I see, so you aren't coming out." A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes, and he activated the full force of his divine sense to charge into the swamp. It swiftly infiltrated the place, and as it swept through the place, Su Ming saw a large amount of skeletons belonging to humans and beasts. He also saw a figure squatting in the depths of the swamp. His eyes were shining with a dark light, and he was roaring.

Without even the slightest bit of hesitation, Su Ming had his divine sense charge towards the figure, and in an instant, his divine sense enveloped that figure. Once he did so, he immediately discovered that while the brand he had left on this figure still remained, it was already incredibly dull. Clearly, over the past few years, this Poison Corpse had been constantly attacking it.

"Poison Corpse, return to me!" Su Ming muttered and used his divine sense to pull at the brand he'd left on the Poison Corpse in the past. The Poison Corpse immediately started shivering violently and his roars became more intense. He started moving swiftly in the depths of the swamp, as if he wanted to avoid Su Ming's divine sense.

However, the strength of Su Ming's divine sense was no longer something that the Poison Corpse could dodge or hide from. After a moment, the Poison Corpse seemed to have decided to attack. His roars filled with a murderous air, and without care for anything else, he charged straight towards the surface of the swamp.

Right before his eyes, a green figure rushed out of the swamp, and bringing with it a rotten stench and the miasma of corpses, it closed in on Su Ming in an instant.

Su Ming stood in midair, looking as composed as ever. The instant the green figure approached him, he lifted his right hand and swung it before him. Immediately, a large amount of lightning arcs started swimming swiftly around his body. At the same time, a large amount of lightning sparks flashed in the sky as rain continued drizzling down from the clouds.

As Su Ming swung his arm, those lightning sparks left his body and gathered on the green figure. In the blink of an eye, they came into contact with the green figure, and a large, thunderous rumble rang in the air. From the distance, it looked as if the green figure could attract lightning, because the numerous lightning sparks that looked like dragons and had crawled out of thin air struck down on it with loud, rumbling sounds!

That green figure let out a muffled groan, but it was completely unperturbed by the lightning strikes. It continued approaching Su Ming without once stopping, and the instant it was only thirty feet away from Su Ming, a puff of poisonous fog gushed out of its mouth. That poisonous fog was black and green in color, and it started spreading outwards rapidly, as if it had exploded, looking as if it could completely envelop Su Ming within.

Immediately, the spot where Su Ming was previously was shrouded completely by poison fog. The poison was so strong that it seemed to contain life. It started spreading outwards without stop, and the green figure let out a smug howl. A murderous glint appeared in its eyes, and it was just about to rush into the fog, but right at that moment, the air behind it that was devoid of fog distorted, and Su Ming walked out of the distortions with just one step.

The green figure immediately noticed him when he walked out. Just as it was about to turn around, Su Ming let out a cold harrumph, then lifted his right hand and tapped the green figure through the air!

Piercing golden light immediately burst forth from the tip of Su Ming's finger. That golden light instantly turned into the strongest ray of light in the place and landed on the green figure.

The green figure let out a screech of pain and quickly retreated, thinking of shrinking back into the poison fog. Su Ming did not wait for it to retreat into the fog and swung his arm forward, which resulted in a whirlwind.

That whirlwind spun rapidly and stirred up endless violent gusts that charged into the fog faster than the green figure could. As they spun, that large amount of poisonous fog was blown away and left with the whirlwind, causing the green figure to be unable to blend into the poison fog.

The green figure's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and it turned around to start howling and roaring loudly at Su Ming. It was also right at that moment that its appearance was revealed. This was a person with green fur growing on him. That green fur was like rather sharp looking needles, and they covered his entire body!

His eyes glowed with a green light, and he was glaring at Su Ming. At the center of his brows was a tuft of white fur!

As he breathed, puffs of black poison fog came from his mouth and nose before they were sucked back into his body, in a cyclic manner.

It could still be somewhat seen that this was Su Ming's Poison Corpse from the past!

It was unknown as to what sort of serendipity he had run into during these fifteen years that changed him in this way, but by the ripples coming from his power, he was clearly much stronger than he was in the past. By the looks of it, he was currently equivalent to a powerful Berserker in the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm!

The poison fog was especially alarming, or else Su Ming would not have chosen to dodge it by warping when it appeared moments ago. He could tell with just one glance that there was an unknown poisonous substance in that poison fog besides the small snake's poison, and the fusion of these two different types of poison in that poison fog was able to instill fear in other people's hearts.

Once the Poison Corpse let out a roar towards Su Ming, he moved but no longer attacked, choosing instead to charge towards the swamp on the ground.

Su Ming remained calm, but there was a whirlwind spinning around him, which could scatter away all poison fog. When he saw the Poison Fog rushing towards the swamp, he did not stop him. Instead, he lifted his right hand and seized the air. Immediately, a large spiked club appeared in his hand.

Almost the instant that Poison Corpse charged into the swamp, Su Ming lifted the spiked club with his right hand. That spiked club instantly grew bigger, and when it was nearly one thousand feet long, Su Ming rammed it down on the swamp.

A muffled boom that shook the entire region reverberated through the air. The instant the spiked club fell on the swamp, a powerful tremor instantly swept through the entire area, causing it to be instantly squashed, and a powerful rebounding force erupted forth. That force spread out in a moment, causing the Poison Corpse that was about to rush into the swamp to be bounced out against his will.

The instant he was rebounded, Su Ming closed in on him like lightning. With his right index finger, he tapped the Poison Corpse's chest through the air, causing the Poison Corpse to continuously retreat with panic on his face.

"If I can turn you into a puppet, then I can naturally wipe you off of the face of earth. But since you now have intelligence, make your own decision. Will you continue following me, or… suffer a true death here and now?!"

Su Ming stopped moving and had his divine sense envelope the Poison Corpse. The taps he delivered on the Poison Corpse's body all contained a few wisps of his power of Bone Sacrifice. He just needed a single thought, and this Poison Corpse would explode.

In his fear, the Poison Corpse started roaring madly and the poison fog in his body spread out swiftly until his entire body was covered in fog. He was just about to run when Su Ming's lips curled up in a cold smile. He did not chase after the Poison Corpse, merely let a single thought surface in his head, and a loud bang immediately traveled forth from within the fog.

Another six bangs rang out consecutively, and with one wave of his arm, the whirlwind around his body spread out and swept away the fog, revealing the Poison Corpse in midair. His body was a wreck, eyes dull, and blood was trickling out of his mouth.

He looked incredibly weakened, and when he looked at Su Ming, the fear in his eyes grew stronger.

"Will you die, or will you obey?" Su Ming looked at the Poison Corpse and asked languidly.

Struggle appeared on the Poison Corpse's face. After some time, he lowered his head and knelt before Su Ming, letting out sobbing sounds as he allowed Su Ming's divine sense to charge into his body and fuse with the brand he'd left in the past.

Then, no longer bothering with the Poison Corpse, Su Ming looked in the direction where the Spirits of Nine Yin were and moved there. The Poison Corpse followed behind him obediently, occasionally turning his head back to look at the swamp, not being able to bear parting with the place.

Chapter 493: Breaking into the Spirits of Nine Yin's Territory!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In fact, before Su Ming even managed to take a few steps forward, the Poison Corpse behind him let out a low roar, still swathed in his emotions of not wanting to leave the place. There was no longer any sort of murderous intent in his roar, but he was instead sending out another message.

Su Ming turned his head and cast the Poison Corpse a glance, then nodded.

Immediately, the Poison Corpse's spirits were lifted, and he turned around to immediately charge towards the swamp below him. When he sank entirely into it, Su Ming stood in midair and started waiting without any form of anxiety.

After about the time taken for half an incense stick to burn, the green fog that surrounded the swamp started churning as if some sort of suction force had appeared within the swamp, and was all absorbed into the swamp. After some time, a vortex appeared within the swamp, and it spun faster with each passing moment. Eventually, the Poison Corpse charged out from the vortex!

Su Ming's pupils shrank. He could clearly see a curved knife in the Poison Corpse's hand. That knife was green and was glowing brightly. He could not tell what material was used to make it.

There was also an archaic air coming from it. Clearly, that knife had been around for a very long time!

When Su Ming remembered just how long the World of Nine Yin had been around, he knew that this knife was definitely an ancient treasure, he just did not know how the Poison Corpse had managed to get his hands on it. But now that he thought about it, this knife must have been the cause for the change in the Poison Corpse's poison fog!

As if the Poison Corpse was worried that Su Ming would take away his knife, the moment he flew out with the knife, he immediately stabbed his own chest with it. Su Ming saw the knife melting when it entered the Poison Corpse's body, then watched as it seeped into him and disappeared.

Pain appeared on the Poison Corpse's face. After struggling for a moment, he managed to bear through it by sheer willpower. The injuries on his body also recovered in an instant. In fact, his eyes were sparkling even brighter than before. He was in a much better form than he was previously.

Questions rose in Su Ming's mind when he saw the Poison Corpse in this state. If the knife had such effects, then why did the Poison Corpse not bring it out previously..?

The Poison Corpse might already possess intelligence, but he could only express simple emotions, such as happiness, anger, sadness, and joy. He could not communicate with Su Ming. There was no way for Su Ming to obtain an answer to his questions, so he kept a mental note in his head and began to observe the Poison Corpse in secret while maintaining his guard.

However, this was not the time for him to delve too deeply into it. Once he was certain that his brand on the Poison Corpse had become much more secure and he could control the Poison Corpse without problems, he averted his gaze. He looked in the direction of where the Spirits of Nine Yin were, and charged towards that place.

The Poison Corpse turned into a ray of green light and followed closely behind him.

'It's a pity that I still can't find the puppet that was formed from Ji Yun Hai's body even with my divine sense covering the area, or else my battle prowess would reach its peak!'

Rain continued pouring from the sky and covered a large area in the World of Nine Yin.

When dusk arrived, a dense forest region took form before Su Ming as he continued charging forward. Vaguely, he could see several tall mountains located deep in the forest. There were also many palaces that surrounded the mountains. In fact, Su Ming could even see numerous statues standing stock-still outside those palaces.

It was as if everything in this place was in deep slumber. The entire forest was dead silent. Not a single sound could be heard coming from within. However, when Su Ming used his divine sense and covered the area, he could feel the crimson dragon weakly crying out in pain!

This was the place where the Spirits of Nine Yin resided. It was also the spot where the ripples from his crimson dragon were coming from!

Su Ming swept his gaze across the area, and eventually, he focused his attention on one of the towering mountains. At the top of that mountain was a palace, and that palace was in the picture that had appeared briefly in his mind.

Su Ming did not stop moving. With his gaze fixed on the palace in the mountain, he charged towards that place, his body shining with a brilliant golden light.

Almost the instant Su Ming got closer, the stone of the unmoving statues standing outside the palaces at the foot of the mountain before him started to look as if they were melting. These statues recovered one by one, and waves upon waves of powerful presences spread out, causing the rain falling from the sky to momentarily freeze. The raindrops then floated away, unable to fall straight down. The clouds in the sky also started to become obscure, as if they were covered by those presences, and the clouds started to give off a feeling as if they were distorting.

"This is the territory of the Spirits of Nine Yin. All trespassers will be killed!" A bone-chilling voice reverberated through the air, and a strong murderous intent could be felt within it. It was as if it contained some form of law that could make all those who heard it feel their hearts lurch in their chests.

Rumbling sounds echoed within Su Ming's body while the piercing golden light shone about him. This was the first time he executed the full extent of his abilities ever since he came out of the Undying and Imperishable World. Even when he killed that Golden Thread Sacred Bat, he had still not used his full power. Yet now, as golden light shone from his whole body and the rumbling sounded, even his hair seemed to have turned gold.

The mark of Dark Mountain appeared on Su Ming's face, and his Nascent Divinity spread out behind him to turn into a gigantic shadow. That shadow looked similar to him, but was several thousands of feet tall. Once he manifested, he formed a seal with one hand, and then with an aloof gaze, walked after Su Ming.

This was the true form of his Nascent Divinity after Soul Formation. It was a pity that Ji Yun Hai was not here, or else Su Ming would be able to call forth even greater strength from his current power of cultivation when he practiced the cultivation methods of Immortals. However, even if his Nascent Divinity appeared only in this state in the world, he could still bring forth a great portion of his power!

The Poison Corpse was at the very end. A fierce light shone in his eyes, and as he breathed, the black and green fog surrounded his body, and as it did so, it made him look like an evil spirit.

Su Ming charged forward. There were eight palaces between this place and that palace at the top of the mountain. Each of these palaces had numerous stone statues stationed outside, and right at that moment, the stone statues of the first palace, which was located at the outermost layer of the forest, had all woken up!

There was also an invisible seal placed over there, causing him to be unable to warp. It was as if space itself was being squeezed together by the seal until there was not a single gap left. If he warped forcefully, there was a huge possibility that he would immediately reappear not too far away with his flesh and blood breaking down.

There was an aloof expression on Su Ming's face while a resolute glint appeared in his eyes. As he charged forward, he arrived in the blink of an eye at the first palace that blocked his path. The moment he closed in, the numerous stone statues outside the first palace had already woken up, and they were all looking at Su Ming coldly. Almost the instant he arrived, low roars rose into the sky.

Su Ming let out a cold harrumph. The instant these Spirits of Nine Yin closed in on him, a large amount of lightning arcs immediately appeared on his body. At the same time, lightning emerged in large quantities in the rain falling down from the sky. When Su Ming lifted his right hand and swung it before himself, endless bolts of lightning came crashing downwards.

From the distance, it looked as if a rain of lightning was falling on the first palace. Countless crashes of thunder roared in the air, and the land was instantaneously lit up despite it being dusk!

Su Ming had called forth all these bolts of lightning with his Lightning Crystal of Inheritance. Lightning covered the area, causing the incoming Spirits of Nine Yin to momentarily freeze, and right at the moment they froze, Su Ming had already arrived at the main door to the first palace. Just as he was about to step in, a roar came from within the palace, and soon after, a figure that was around a hundred feet tall charged out from inside.

Before the figure even closed in, a powerful pressure forced itself down on Su Ming's heart and soul, but he did not stop for even a single moment. He clenched his right fist, then hurled it straight towards the incoming gigantic figure.

That gigantic figure also hurled his fist towards Su Ming. Their fists crashed into each other in an instant. One of them stood within the hall, and the other outside the hall. Right in the middle was the palace door.

One of them was around a hundred feet tall, and the other looked rather tiny in comparison!

One of them was ferocious, and the other was indifferent!

Time seemed to have frozen up during that instant. As lightning flashed through the sky, it illuminated everything. At the moment their fists clashed, the armor decked Spirit of Nine Yin in the palace shuddered violently and his armor shattered into pieces with a bang, revealing his face, which looked like dried wood. He even coughed out a huge mouthful of blood and staggered a few steps back!

Su Ming did not even take a single step backwards. With one single move, he leaped through the first palace and charged towards the second palace.

"Who are you?!" The shocked filled voice of the spirit from the first palace chased after Su Ming. The strength of their physical bodies had always been the pride of Spirits of Nine Yin. Even if their levels of cultivation did not differ too greatly from their opponents, they could still use the might of their bodies to suppress their enemies!

Yet what happened just now had filled the spirit's heart with a level of shock that could not be described with words. He could clearly feel that this person had not used any sort of divine ability and had just used his physical strength, just like him. And in such a situation, he had practically lost completely!

"I am Su Ming! And I came here to take back the spirit you Spirits of Nine Yin took with you!"

The instant Su Ming stepped into the second palace, the stone on the statues outside the second palace started melting. All of them had dark expressions on their faces, and without saying a single word, they charged towards him.

This time, Su Ming did not attack. His Poison Corpse did. That Corpse rushed out with a roar, and the black and green poison fog spread out rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it covered the entire area. Su Ming knew that if he wanted to save the Crimson Dragon, he had to be fast!

He had to use the fastest speed he could muster and charge towards the place where the crimson dragon was sealed!

Without stopping, he arrived before the door to the second palace. At the instant he stepped in, a huge spirit walked out of the second palace. He held a long spear in his hand, and the moment he walked out, he sent that spear charging straight towards Su Ming's face. It brought with it a piercing sound as it sliced through the air, and it was so loud that the sound was deafening.

It was as if he had prepared this attack since a long time ago and chosen to unleash it right at that moment!

The spear was just about to touch Su Ming when he lifted his right hand, and immediately, Han Mountain Bell appeared in it, as if his fist had turned into the bell itself. The bell crashed into the long spear in an instant, and a loud chime that shook the skies rang through the world.

The body of the spirit with the long spear lurched forward, and the long spear in his hands started shattering inch by inch. He fell several steps backwards and blood trickled out of the corners of his mouth. Without a hint of hesitation, Su Ming went past the palace and charged towards the third palace.

Yet the instant he stepped into the third palace, not only did all the statues outside the palace wake up, even the guardian in the palace had walked out with a long spear in his hand. When the spirit lifted the spear, all the Spirits of Nine Yin around lifted their spears and tossed them at the same time. Sharp, piercing whistles charged towards Su Ming.

Su Ming still looked as calm as ever. In the face of all the long spears charging towards him, he lifted his left hand and pressed at the air before him gently.

"My left hand symbolizes time that has passed… as if your bodies are all searching for the signs of time… move back…" Su Ming muttered softly.

The instant those words left his lips, he pushed against the air, and the numerous long spears that were charging towards him no longer moved forward, but backwards! At the same time, before the Spirits of Nine Yin even managed to take a step forward, they started moving as if their actions were flowing in reverse, and all of them took a step backwards!

The shock of when they took that step backwards was enough to strike anyone who witnessed this scene dumb with amazement!

Then, like a bolt of lightning, Su Ming leaped over the third palace and headed towards the fourth palace!

For some strange reason, the Spirits of Nine Yin in the fourth palace had not woken up. Only a powerful spirit of three hundred something feet tall stood outside the palace, looking at Su Ming with a complicated gaze!

"Are you going to stop me as well?" Su Ming asked calmly.

Chapter 494: Ze Long Shen

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Once Su Ming mastered the fusion between the past and the future, Destiny was contained between the back and front of his hands!

This method which allowed him to cause time to flow back came through the epiphany he gained when he isolated himself during those two months and nursed his Nascent Soul back to health - his Destiny Style!

This was his creation, the third style that came after Berserker Obliteration and that extreme speed, this was Destiny's Past!

This style looked simple and as if it could change the course of time, but in truth, that was not so. Su Ming still could not truly do that. What he could do, however, was channel his understanding towards that one word into wind, and make it seem as if the wind's memories were flowing backwards based on that understanding.

Is he truly turned into Destiny, then he could bring forth the power of this one style to its greatest extent, but he had not transformed at the moment. That was why when he executed this attack, he could only cause things to move in reverse for a single moment.

Nonetheless, even if it was just for a single moment, it was still enough to stir up enough shock among the Spirits of Nine Yin, because this sort of divine ability had already reached an incredibly abstruse level!

At that moment, that was exactly how the three hundred something feet tall spirit standing outside the fourth palace felt!

He did not even bother hiding the complicated look on his face as he looked at Su Ming. His name… was Li Huo!

Su Ming also looked at the huge spirit before him, and he felt as if he could still hear the words the spirit had once said echoing faintly in his ears. "My name is Li Huo. According to the treaty made between my tribe and the Shaman Tribe, I am willing to serve you."

In the face of Su Ming's question, the conflicted look on Li Huo's face became even greater. He lifted his head swiftly, and resolution appeared in his eyes.

"There are certain things that a man can and cannot do! Because of personal reasons, I shouldn't stop you… but as a member of my race, I must stop you! You saved me before, I…" The spirit lifted his right hand abruptly and seized the air. Immediately, a gigantic axe appeared out of thin air with a huge boom. Once he held it in his hand, he placed it on the ground.

The ground shuddered, and thin cracks spread out with loud, rumbling sounds ringing in the air.

"...have wronged you in this matter!"

Li Huo let go of his right hand. His battle axe stood straight on the ground, and he turned around, slamming his right hand against his chest roughly. He staggered a few steps backwards and coughed out a huge mouthful of blood. His helmet shattered, revealing his dried wood like face, and he opened up the path!

"Go!" Li Huo gritted his teeth and growled.

All the Spirits of Nine Yin around him were starting to awaken slowly. All of them looked at Li Huo, and in the midst of their silence, they remained still.

Su Ming wrapped his fist in his palm towards Li Huo, and a complicated look also appeared on his face. With one move, he leaped up and was about to rush into the fifth palace, but right at the instant he jumped up, all the other Spirits of Nine Yin in the fourth palace lifted their heads.

"Let him go!" Li Huo spoke once again, and there was a tone in his voice that told Su Ming he was bidding him farewell. He might have only gotten to know Su Ming for a short amount of time, but the things that had happened during the time they were briefly acquainted with each other were things that Li Huo would never forget.

He had not managed to complete Su Ming's last request, bringing only the girl back to the Shaman City. The boy had run into an accident on their way back.

He would forever feel guilty about this.

Su Ming turned into a long arc, and in the blink of an eye, he charged into the fifth palace!

The instant he stood in the air above the courtyard of the fifth palace, a powerful, imposing air came crashing into him. There were nine gigantic stone statues in the courtyard, and all of them were waking up one by one. At the same time these spirits looked towards Su Ming with an aloof gaze, a Spirit of Nine Yin that wore no helmet walked out from within the fifth palace. He seemed to be a middle-aged man, and his face that was formed of dried wood contained no hint of emotion.

"Stop!" the middle-aged Spirit of Nine Yin said languidly. His voice gave off a feeling as if he was rotting away. Right then, powerful presences erupted forth from the nine Spirits of Nine Yin, and all of them were spirits that held power equivalent to a Latter Shaman!

It was especially so for the middle-aged spirit who walked out of the palace. The ripples that were spreading out from his body told Su Ming that even if he did not have the power equivalent to an End Shaman, he would still have the power equivalent to a Latter Shaman who had reached the peak!

These Spirits of Nine Yin were enough to trap Su Ming in this place and stop him from reaching the sixth palace in a short period of time!

Almost the instant all the Spirits of Nine Yin in the courtyard revealed their full power and lifted their heads, ready to charge towards Su Ming, who was closing in on them from midair, a glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes, and the small snake on his shoulders lifted its head to let out a piercing howl.

As it howled, the small snake charged out. With one twist of its body in midair, the illusory shadow of a gigantic Candle Dragon immediately appeared in the sky!

That shadow of the Candle Dragon roared and opened its mouth wide before sweeping its head across the ground underneath. At the same time, Su Ming turned into a long arc and shot through the Candle Dragon's shadow to rush forward.

The Candle Dragon formed by the small snake blocked the Spirits of Nine Yin in the palace underneath, buying an instant for Su Ming. It allowed him to swiftly charge out of the fifth palace and arrive at the sixth palace in a rush!

The small snake's power as the Candle Dragon might not be weak, but it was not fully grown. It could only trap the Spirits of Nine Yin in the fifth palace for a short period of time. It could not do so for long.

Su Ming knew that he… did not have much time!

With his full speed, he stepped into the courtyard of the sixth palace, and right at that instant, seven presences that were equivalent to Latter Shamans that had reached the peak charged towards him, causing Su Ming to have absolutely no chance of dodging or retreating as he was in midair!

The seven presences were about to close in to him in the next instant. A glint flashed past Su Ming's eyes. He lifted his right hand, and the full power of the Wind Crystal of Inheritance in his body erupted forth. A vortex started spinning around his body, and as that vortex spun, a hot wave of air appeared, as if the vortex had turned into a cyclone that contained great heat!

Once that wind appeared, Su Ming pointed towards the sky with his right hand.

"Lunar Burial!"

The instant those two words fell out of his mouth, a gigantic whirlwind formed in the sky as well. The temperature of that wind was different from the hot whirlwind on the ground - it contained a freezing chill. All of this seemed to have happened over a long span of time, but in truth, everything happened in an instant.

As the freezing vortex and the burning wind on the ground continuously spun in the world, they crashed into each other abruptly, and as they did so, a gust of wind that was much stronger that the wind summoned through Sun Genesis burst forth out of nowhere. And as it howled, it also contained a power that could blow apart life. This… was Lunar Burial!

The second style of Wind Separation - Lunar Burial!

Under that gust of wind that came forth to bury life, the seven powerful Spirits of Nine Yin that were closing in on Su Ming became like corpses. As the wind blew, their bodies rapidly dried up and a large amount of their life force flowed out from their bodies. That wind howled and swept about in all directions. Su Ming stood in that gust of wind, and it caused his long hair to dance, his robes to flutter, and his eyes to look ghostly!

However, this was the sixth palace of the Spirits of Nine Yin. Almost the instant that gust of wind formed, an old spirit walked out of the sixth palace, and that old spirit was also another person Su Ming was familiar with!

The old spirit was naturally… the spirit that Su Ming had rented in the past, one that possessed power that was equivalent to that of an End Shaman! He was also the one who had taken away the crimson dragon with some unknown method and caused the crimson dragon to be sealed in this place!

He also had a complicated look on his face, but different from Li Huo stepping aside to clear the path, he took a step forward, and as that gust of wind swirled in the air, he lifted his right hand and pointed at the wind!

It was the same attack he executed when he had helped Su Ming fight against the God of Shamans Temple all those years ago during the treasure gambling event!

"Ze Long Shen…"

As Su Ming stood in the gust of wind, he saw the incoming attack of that one point. At that moment, all seven figures that had been closing in on him moments ago were revealed, but they could not get closer to Su Ming. In the gust of wind that aimed to bury their lives, they could only do their absolute best to fight against it.

The might of that wind would not have been so powerful if it had been executed by a person with average power, but when Su Ming cast it with the full power of all his Berserker Bones, this Lunar Burial reached an incredibly powerful state.

"In the past, I could not hope to even become your opponent… Now, I'd like to see just how far apart we are!"

A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes and he took a step forward, walking straight out of the vortex that was the gust of wind that buried lives. He lifted his right hand, and with the jab he created after numerous evolutions during those countless years in the Undying and Imperishable World, he pointed forward, and that one jab traveled forth like lightning. It swiftly closed in on the attack from the old Spirit of Nine Yin's finger in midair.

In the past, Su Ming had been so weak that he could not put up a fight against the old spirit in his own eyes!

As of now, he already had the right to truly fight against this old spirit!

'It's a pity… that the timing isn't right.'

At the same moment Su Ming pointed forward, he moved his body slightly. He sighed in his heart, and when that one jab of his clashed against the old spirit's attack from his finger, a loud bang that shook the skies rose into the air.

Amid the rumbles, blood trickled down the corners of Su Ming's lips. His body tumbled backwards, and due to the slight rearrangement in his position, he did not fall back in the direction of where he came. Instead, as if he had borrowed the old spirit's power, he charged straight towards the seventh palace!

The old Spirit of Nine Yin's body shuddered. He could tell that Su Ming had not used his entire power when he executed that one jab. He had just wanted to borrow its power to charge forth. When he saw that Su Ming was heading straight to the seventh palace, a glint appeared in his eyes. At the instant he was about to give chase, the shadow of Su Ming's Nascent Divinity, who was still following right behind Su Ming, whipped his head around.

Right at the moment the Nascent Divinity turned his head around, he lifted his right hand and swung it against the sky. That one swing immediately caused a blood-red hue to spread out, making it seem as if the entire sky was being rapidly dyed in blood.

This was one of the stronger styles among all of Hong Luo's Arts - Purge the Heavens!

It was difficult for Su Ming to bring out much of the power in this Art if he cast it at just the Soul Formation Stage. Even if he used up all the energy contained within his Nascent Divinity, he would still only be able to bring out half of the Art's power. Yet even though it was just half, it could still bring about a purge!

The sky was dyed crimson red as if a sea of blood had manifested. The sea tumbled in all directions and appeared right behind Su Ming, as if it was serving as a blockade, cutting off the old Spirit of Nine Yin's path when he tried to chase Su Ming down. The sea of blood surged about, and as if the sky had collapsed, all the red in the sky fused into Su Ming's Nascent Divinity, and once it did so, his Nascent Divinity charged straight towards the old Spirit of Nine Yin.

Su Ming did not turn his head back. Borrowing the power from that one point and using his Nascent Divinity's Art to block the old spirit off was all so that he would not be trapped within the sixth palace. At that moment, as he charged forward like a long arc, Su Ming stepped right into the courtyard of the seventh palace!

His face was slightly pale. After all, that one attack from the old spirit's finger was equivalent to an attack from an End Shaman. If his physical body had not been strong enough and allowed him to bear the brunt of the attack, Su Ming might have immediately exploded.

However, the guards for the palaces belonging to the Spirits of Nine Yin were all stronger with each new level.

Even if there were only two palaces left standing before him until he reached the mountain sealing his crimson dragon, these two palaces, the seventh and eight palaces, were definitely incredibly dangerous.

But Su Ming had no regrets!