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Chapter 661: The Berserkers' Legend!

Translator:EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor:EndlessFantasy Translation

With the aura of death accumulated from tens of thousands of people who died in battle, Su Ming had destroyed the purple-robed Di Tian's protective Enchanted Treasures, causing his defenses to be reduced to a certain extent.

With Han Mountain Bell delaying him for a while, Su Ming had also had enough time to bring out the source of his Curse - the red ring.

Once he put that ring on his finger, he used the grass knot doll to connect with Di Tian's soul, and with the Curse, he caused the entire world of Berserkers to resonate with him, causing the Curse to no longer be from him alone. It had become the whole world's curse.

This sort of power had already surpassed the limits of power from any sort of cultivation, and since Su Ming had offered up his life and all his power, even every fiber of his being, his killing intent had erupted with an explosive bang.

And it caused Di Tian's purple-robed clone to die!

If Di Tian had just sent a clone to this place, then all of what had happened would have meant Su Ming's success. He might have paid a great price, but he could still escape into the stone fragment's dimension to keep himself safe.

However… Di Tian had not just sent one clone, which Su Ming had only come to know after he came to this battlefield.

Once the purple-robed Di Tian died, he discovered once again that… there were not just two… there were three.

As Su Ming lay on the grass, his vision grew indistinct. His consciousness gradually scattered, but there was a hint of unwillingness within him to admit defeat, and that unwillingness turned into a crazed roar within his heart that continued stimulating it.

This unwillingness was because he had yet to complete his goal. He still had not killed all of Di Tian's clones.

He still… could not close his eyes!

The golden-robed Di Tian's arrival made that unwillingness erupt with a bang, which resulted in the dazed look in Su Ming's eyes rapidly scattering away. A determined gaze took its place, amid the fatigue.

To be able to instantly gather up his scatter consciousness when all his power had dissipated and when his life was almost gone was something that could only be done with an incredibly powerful will. Most people did not possess this sort of will, but Su Ming, who had gone through the endless cycles of reincarnation in the Candle Dragon's Undying and Imperishable World… He had such a will.

This was a will that would not be crushed by anything, a will that would allow him to grit his teeth and continue moving forward even when the world crumbled before his face! There was also… the assistance given to him by that purplish black stone that made him feel as if his soul had become complete.

"I can still fight back," Su Ming mumbled. At the instant the golden-robed Di Tian closed in on him with raging killing intent, Su Ming lifted his right hand with an effort… and struck the center of his brows.

At the instant his palm fell, a loud bang immediately traveled out of his body. There was also a great amount of Qi that erupted swiftly with crazed force within him.

The strength of that Qi allowed it to instantly spread out with loud rumbling sounds, causing the incoming golden-robed Di Tian to fall back at the instant he came into contact with it.

What caused him to fall back was not Su Ming's own power, but a force that had been stirred up in the world at that moment - the spiritual energy of the world.

An anomaly appeared once again in the sky right at that instant. Rainbows swiftly manifested up ahead, and they looked like bridges in the air, but there was no end to them.

As the air beneath the rainbows distorted, a mountain appeared. This mountain had five peaks, which made it look like a person's hand. It stood erect in the world, causing some of the tens of thousands of Immortals who saw it to immediately spot drastic changes in their expressions. Disbelief and dazed looks appeared on their faces, and they looked swiftly towards Su Ming.

Because this mountain… was Dark Mountain!

"This is… the manifestation of a Berserker Mark!"

"The power of the world is gathering together, and it's bringing a change in the sky. This is… he's attempting to reach Berserker Soul Realm!"

"He's trying to reach Berserker Soul Realm. Could it be… Could it be that the power he showed just now was not actually one that belongs to Berserker Soul Realm?!" The tens of thousands of Immortals around the area had an incredibly in-depth knowledge regarding the Berserkers' cultivation system, and there were quite a number of them who were able to tell what Su Ming was doing with just one glance.

Su Ming was indeed trying to reach Berserker Soul Realm.

In the moment of crisis, the instant the golden-robed Di Tian's killing intent came towards him, he knew that he still not possess the power required to retaliate. At that moment, he realized that he still had a hint of a chance to survive, and that was… reaching Berserker Soul Realm.

This was especially so since that purplish black stone had fused into his body. It allowed Su Ming to feel that the power stopping him from reaching Berserker Soul Realm had vanished.

That was why he had chosen to take that one step towards Berserker Soul Realm during this crucial moment!

Almost at the moment the rainbow in the sky appeared and the instant Dark Mountain's illusion manifested, the golden-robed Di Tian was forced to move back continuously, because the endless spiritual aura in the land of Berserkers was surging madly from all directions towards Su Ming's body. Along with it came a powerful force of impact that prevented all manner of life from stepping into the area around Su Ming.

This meant that the Curse was still effective. The rejection from the world of Berserkers was still around.

As Dark Mountain's outline grew clearer and Dark Mountain Tribe gradually manifested underneath, the grass and trees in the tribe showed up clearly, and shocked cries came from the tens of thousands of Immortals in the area.

At the same time, all the familiar faces within Su Ming's memories who now had their identities changed into the prodigies among the Immortal sects had different expressions on their faces as they stared blankly at the sky and Dark Mountain.

"Su Ming, he's Su Ming…" Wu Le mumbled.

She swiftly looked towards Su Ming lying on the grass. A vacant and miserable look appeared on her face, along with an array of complicated feelings. She would never have thought that the person who had made her heart tremble so much… would be Dark Mountain's Su Ming, the one from her memories!

Chenchon's eyes went wide. His breathing seemed to have come to a stop at that moment. Just like Wu Le, he whipped his head around to look towards Su Ming. His head was ringing at that moment, and his mind was completely empty.

Sikong and Shanhen were both trembling, and eventually, their gazes gradually fell on Su Ming. Their complicated emotions could be seen with just one glance.

"He's… Su Ming…"

Dark Mountain's illusion looked real in the sky. Slowly, there was no longer just grass, trees, and houses in the tribe. People, too, appeared… Within the tribe were the elder, Bei Ling, Chen Xin, Wu La, and all the people Su Ming could not bear to part with in his memories.

Perhaps these people no longer existed. Perhaps all of them were fake… but deep within Su Ming's heart, they existed. They lived in his heart, and even if these people were Immortals, even if he had been fighting against these people just a breath ago, they had once been a part of his life.

Perhaps more accurately speaking, as Immortals, they were their own existences, but the people in Su Ming's memories belonged to Su Ming and only Su Ming.

"This… This is… This is Wu Le and Beiling!"

"That person is Evil Spirit Sect's Shanhen… and also Great Leaf Immortal Sect's Chenxin…"

"That one is Chenlong!"

A commotion rose up as Su Ming's Dark Mountain mark manifested in the air. When its people took form, loud voices immediately rose among the tens of thousands of Immortals.

The voices instantly filled the air, and when the Immortals saw the people of Dark Mountain, most of their expressions were filled with shock, because they did not know why this had happened. There were also quite a number of gazes that had gathered on the prodigies among the Immortals once they saw the people in Su Ming's illusory Dark Mountain.

These Immortals saw the complicated expressions on the prodigies' faces, and everyone's hearts filled with shock, as if there was some sort of great secret contained within this.

This secret was something that all Immortal sects did not want any outsider to know!

The golden-robed Di Tian's face gradually turned pale. Ji An's expression turned increasingly dark as he remained in the sky. He seemed to have remembered something, and his gaze gradually fell on the golden-robed clone.

Right at that moment, distortions appeared once again in the sky, right beside Dark Mountain's illusion. This time, what appeared was another mountain, but this mountain was incredibly big. As it stood erect in the air, most of the people found that they could not recognize it.

Because this mountain did not belong to Eastern Wastelands but South Morning. It was… Freezing Sky Clan's ninth summit!

To Su Ming, this mountain was a place that coexisted with Dark Mountain in his life. Right then, it fused into his Berserker Mark and became a part of what would establish his Berserker Soul, a part of what he could not bear to part with.

There were also some people on the ninth summit, and they were his senior brothers, and his Master, people who were like his family!

The the ninth summit, alongside Dark Mountain, occupied most of the sky, resulting in the rainbows in the sky starting to shine even more brilliantly. A presence that belonged to Berserkers descended swiftly from the sky.

As it did so, the sky distorted, which caused the light to scatter and most of the land was suddenly covered in darkness.

It was as if something was trying to come out from those distortions. They continued spreading out, and in just a moment, they completely covered the entire sky over Eastern Wastelands.

During that instant, all the Berserkers within the Berserkers' tribes and clans in Eastern Wastelands felt their hearts trembling. They immediately put down whatever they were doing and left their houses to lift their heads to look at the sky. Their expressions changed to reveal shock… because they could feel their blood quivering within their veins.

These quivers were not shivers, this was their blood boiling as if it was set on fire!

This strange sight filled all the Berserkers with shock. They did not know what had happened to stir up their blood!

At that moment, the constant presence of the rising thick smoke that represented a Berserker who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm within one of the big tribes in Eastern Wasteland dissipated. An old man with a head full of red hair and whose body was covered in lightning stood silently in midair. He lifted his head to look at the distortions in the sky, and as he did so, his expression changed to reveal occasional ecstasy and perplexity before they eventually turned into a variety of emotions that constantly changed on his face.

He could feel his blood boiling, and could even feel his power… showing signs of increasing, despite it having remained stagnant for a long time. It might not be much, but the small increase made him unable to calm down for a long time. Excitement gradually appeared in his eyes, and it was one that he could not calm.

It made him remember a legend that had been passed down in the land of Berserkers since ancient times…

There it was said that when the God of Berserkers appeared, then the Berserkers' blood would boil, and the realm after the great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm, which had disappeared along with the first God of Berserkers, would appear once more!

Chapter 662: On This Day!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The northern part of Eastern Wastelands was formed when twelve tribes in Eastern Wasteland fused together ten thousand years ago to form one of the four great factions of power - All Entities Clan. The old man who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm and had fought against Su Ming indirectly in the past was trembling at that moment as he stood in the sky above All Entities Clan. Right below him were tens of thousands of Berserkers prostrating themselves on the ground, and excitement that had never been seen before appeared on their faces.

The old man looked at the distorting sky in midair and started laughing maniacally with his head thrown back. As he cried, tears of excitement fell down from his eyes.

"Our blood has been set on fire, and the God of Berserkers has been born, the Berserkers… are saved! All tribe leaders in All Entities Clan, come with me… to pay our respects to the Berserkers' fourth God of Berserkers!

"The time has come… for us Berserkers to retaliate!" The old man's laughter made it seem as if he had gone mad, but it was only that he had waited for this day for far too long. At this moment then, the day he had been waiting for so long, the day spoken of in the legends, had arrived!

The people from the twelve tribes in All Entities Clan let out roars that shook the sky and earth. Those roars were cries of excitement, shouts of madness, the resonance formed as the Berserkers' blood burned.

Long arcs swiftly flew up, and under the lead of the old man from All Entities Clan, a large half of the sky was replaced by an endless amount of long arcs. Whistling sounds rose and fell, and nearly ten thousand people charged through the sky.

They were moving in the direction their blood led them. It was the spot they could sense vaguely in their souls, the spot that was an unknown amount of distance away from this place… the spot where Su Ming was!

None of the Berserkers needed a precise direction. They only needed to go the way their blood boiled. The closer they were to him, the stronger their blood would boil, and that… was the best guide they could have.

In another direction in Eastern Wastelands was a place filled with trees that stretched endlessly. Poisonous fog surrounded the area, causing this place to look as if it had become a forbidden ground for all manner of life. Even if the Immortals knew that there was a Berserkers' tribe in this place, most of them would have been unwilling to come here.

The tribe here was one of the Berserkers' four great forces of power that stood toe to toe with All Entities Clan - Berserker Fang Tribe, as well as all the near a hundred small tribes that were its affiliates. The members of this union of tribes didn't leave their forest easily.

It was as if they had cut themselves off from the world. If the Immortals did not come to this place and offend them, then they would not go out and provoke the Immortals. This forest was their bottom line.

There was no black smoke spreading out from this forest, but it did not mean that there was no Berserker who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm in this place. The Elder of Berserker Fang Tribe was known throughout Eastern Wastelands to have attained great completion in that particular realm many years ago.

Almost at the moment the old man led nearly ten thousand people from All Entities Clan away and charged towards where Su Ming was, a large number of trees in the originally tranquil forest started swaying in the poison fog. Human faces emerged from the trees, and all of them had the exact same expression. Shock and perplexity. These were the expressions born from the confusion they felt as blood burned in their veins.

A large number of figures also appeared at that moment from the endless amount of swamps on the ground. They had the same expressions, felt the same perplexity. The kindling of their blood had caused all the members of Berserker Fang Tribe to be filled with shock in their hearts.

Within the depths of the forest was an empty space. There stood an old man dressed in a beast skin, and eight people were kneeling on the ground behind him. Waves of power that were not weaker than those of the Berserker Soul Realm were spreading out from all of them. In fact, if anyone took a closer look, they would find that there were even more of these presences coming from the forest.

However, the Qi from these presences was chaotic at that moment, as if they were showing just how unable to calm down were these people. Gazes filled excitement gathered faintly on the only old man who remained standing, as if waiting for his choice.

The expression of the old man in beast skins constantly changed and would not settle for a single emotion. He lifted his head and looked at the sky. His eyes would occasionally show excitement, and at other times, hesitation. He could feel his blood being set on fire in his veins and could even feel a faint call coming from the distance.

"I know that all of you want to go…" After a long while, the old man slowly spoke up. No one around him spoke, but their desire could be felt from their harsh breathing.

"I, too, can feel my blood kindling. This is the sign of the God of Berserkers appearing… but this burn… is still too weak." The old man in beast skins sighed lightly and shook his head.

He did not dare take the risk.

On the west and south of Eastern Wastelands were two big tribes in Eastern Wasteland that had been forced into hiding when the Immortals invaded the continent, even though both tribes had occupied an incredibly large area.

One of them was hidden in the depths of the ground and lived in karst caves. They spent their days nursing their grievances and anger, but they did not dare appear on the ground, because once they appeared, they would come face to face with the Immortals' siege.

The other tribe hid itself among an endless mountain range. It no longer possessed its past glory and only had a future filled with no hope.

At the same time the old man in the forest made his decision, roars filled with excitement reverberated and spread out in the depths to the south of Eastern Wastelands. As they rang beneath the ground, cracks that ran deep appeared in that region. Lights containing a multitude of colors shone from within, and those were from all sorts of statues of the God of Berserkers…

A thin old man swiftly shot out from behind those statues and stood in midair. He lifted his head and laughed at the sky, in a manner as if the grudge he and his tribe had harbored over the years had completely erupted from his body.

"The Great Tribe of Surging Clouds' hope has arrived… Our blood has been set on fire, and the God of Berserkers has been born! My fellow tribe members of Surging Clouds, how long are we going to hide…?" the thin old man roared at the ground, as if he had descended into madness.

"I, Xue Sha [1], Elder of Surging Clouds Tribe, had originally given into despair, but now… the light showing that we Berserkers will rise has appeared! Even if the entire tribe will be destroyed because of this, it will be still a fate better than what we suffer now! My fellow tribe members, come with me to pay respect to our fourth God of Berserkers!"

The thin old man moved his body, and an endless amount of roars instantly left the cracks on the ground. Long arcs swiftly flew out, with thin, emaciated people who looked like skeletons within them. Clearly, ever since they went into hiding in the depths of the ground, their lives had been incredibly bleak and miserable.

They already had nothing else to lose. If that was the case, then they would go and fight for their dignity!

However, perhaps it was because the living conditions of hiding in the mountains were slightly better than hiding underground, the big tribe to the west of Eastern Wastelands silently forced down their urge to go. Perhaps it was not because they were unwilling to leave and pay their respects to the legendary fourth God of Berserkers who had made their blood boil, but had more to do with the fact that they did not dare to give up everything for a legend.

Besides Eastern Wastelands, there were also those who found their blood boiling in South Morning. Long arcs flew into the air, either in crowds or by themselves. All of these people then charged towards Eastern Wastelands in the direction where their blood boiled.

This boiling of their blood was like a calling. This was the sign of the Berserkers' rise.

Among the numerous islands in South Morning were a group of people who lifted their heads at the same time at that moment. These were the people who identified themselves as Fated Kin!

They existed on many islands at the edges of South Morning. Some of them were scattered, and some of them were gathered together. They were all trying to search for each other… but due to South Morning's collapse and subsequent change, it was difficult for them to look for one another.

The people on the Fated Kin's islands were all worshiping the statue of their god at that moment, and during that instant, they started trembling. They could feel their blood being set on fire, but this burn was different from that of the Berserkers. It was direct, and their blood was boiling in a manner they could not describe.

At the instant Su Ming had turned into the Fated Kin's god, it was as if there was already a connection that could never be weakened or broken between Su Ming and this race.

It was also this connection that existed between them that made the Fated Kin feel their hearts quivering at that moment. Their blood being set on fire had caused their power… to increase by a large margin during that instant.

It was as if a river had been split into hundreds and thousands of small streams as it flowed downwards. A large amount of those split streams swiftly dried up, but there were also some that still had water running.

But if one day an endless amount of water suddenly appeared at the start of this river, then the endless branched out streams would also change because of it.

It was how the density of a big tree's branches and leaves was determined by sunlight, but also… by the water at the roots of the tree!

This was the power of the source

"Respected Senior Mo is calling us…"

The Fated Kin on the small islands that belonged to their race lifted their heads slowly. Excitement and desire appeared on their faces, and without a single bit of hesitation, they flew up together and left the island, charging towards Eastern Wastelands with all the members of their tribes.

At the same time, there were also numerous long arcs flying out from a large amount of places among the islands around South Morning. All of these long arcs were the Fated Kin that had been separated from their people.

Among them were those who had remained silent for many years, those who were somber and stayed unnoticeable to others, and there were also those who had become outstanding people who stood above all others among their factions of power.

However, all of them gave up everything without any hesitation and charged towards Eastern Wastelands to follow the direction where their burning blood and that faint connection existing within them was leading to, all so that they could search for… their Respected Senior Mo.

"I can no longer serve you. Please excuse me!"

On a small island, a strong and able-bodied man wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed towards the middle-aged man before him. There was resolve on his face, and without any attachment within him towards the place, he turned around and rushed towards the sky. He even tore off the silver armor he wore on his body.

And he left the people behind him, along with their silent gazes.

Booming sounds were continuously echoing from a small island, along with low growls.

"Nan Gong Hen [2], our master has treated you well over the years! You know that! Why are you betraying him?!"

"Our master has been kind to me, and I have been serving him with my life over the years… but Respected Senior Mo is calling me. I have to leave." As those booming sounds roared in the air, a middle-aged man turned into a long arc and charged into the sky.

There was another small island where a young man stood silently at the top of the mountain. Right behind him was a woman, and she was biting the bottom of her lips as she stared at the young man blankly.

"Must you go?" she asked softly after a long while.

"When I was young, he was the one who brought me and my entire race out of that place. At that time, I looked at his back and swore that I will be as strong as he was in my life… Now, I've grown up and have my own family, my own life… but I am a Fated Kin!" The young man closed his eyes, then opened them swiftly after a moment and took a step into the air...

He left the woman behind him, who looked as if she had lost all her strength as she watched him silently.

"Wait for me. I will return eventually!"

A similar scene appeared on a large number of islands, among the vast amount of scattered forces of power around South Morning. No matter what forms of power or what people, they were unable to stop the Fated Kin from responding to their Respected Senior Mo's call and leaving in search of him.

Translator's Notes:

1. Xue Sha: Mentioned previously as one of the five Berserkers in Eastern Wastelands who have obtained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm.

2. Nan Gong Hen: Befriended Su Ming on the way to Shaman City, then became the leader of the Shamans (which later became Fated Kin) when they were left stranded in the World of Nine Yin. He was also the one who asked Su Ming to become their god.

Chapter 663: Arrived at Berserker Soul Realm!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

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The entire land of Berserkers was trembling. Northern Province and the Alliance of the Western Region were too far away. Even if their people felt their blood boil, they could not come to this place, but the feeling of their blood boiling for those in South Morning and Eastern Wastelands had caused the sky above these continents to be filled with endless long arcs.

Nonetheless, there were also quite a few people who forced down the calling that came from their blood burning and did not choose to answer the summons. They were perhaps people who did not believe in the legend, or perhaps they believed only in themselves, and some perhaps did not want to give up on everything.

Su Ming did not know any of these.

At that moment, he was lying on the grass. Above him were an innumerable amount of brilliant rainbows, the illusion of Dark Mountain, which was his Berserker Mark, and the ninth summit, which resided in his heart. These two mountains had swiftly overlapped with each other due to Su Ming's will.

At the instant they did so, the world rumbled. The tens of thousands of Immortals around immediately sensed a powerful wave of impact swiftly spreading outwards from Su Ming, forcing them backwards.

Even the golden-robed Di Tian in the sky also took a few steps backwards with a dark face.

Su Ming's Berserker Mark had manifested in the form of an illusion and fused together. Then, with the power of Bone Sacrifice in great completion driving his Berserker Mark together, his mark would gain physical form and gather together into a soul!

This soul would be able to connect with the world and absorb its power, going through an evolution similar to a metamorphosis. After that, due to the merging if one's soul, will, and blood, the person would be able to create his or her own statue of the God of Berserkers.

Once the statue appeared, then it would begin forming itself in the person's image, resulting in the statue's face becoming exactly as that of its owner. Then it would fuse into the body, and the Berserker will have successfully reached the Berserker Soul Realm.

It might look simple, but if there was even the slightest mistake during the entire process, the person would fail.

Su Ming had failed in reaching the Berserker Soul Realm previously at the very first step. He had tried to fuse all his power of a Berserker into his soul, but his soul had been incomplete. Yet now, once the purplish black stone fused into his body, Su Ming had a strong feeling that his soul had become complete.

"Dark Mountain is my soul… and ninth summit is my spirit," Su Ming whispered softly. At the instant these words left his mouth, Dark Mountain and ninth summit started showing signs of fusing together as they overlapped in the sky.

More rainbows appeared above. The distortions behind them twisted even more violently, as if there was something trembling inside them excitedly, trying to break through and descend into the world.

Right at that moment, Su Ming could once again feel the seal in his memories showing signs of breaking, just like it had done when he tried to reach Berserker Soul Realm the first time.

"Berserker Soul Realm… Today, I will reach… Berserker Soul Realm!" Su Ming lifted his head and let out a low roar. He rose up slowly from the ground. He was shivering, but there was a burning flame of determination in his eyes.

He glared at the golden-robed Di Tian, and the killing intent in his eyes was so strong that even the clone felt shocked when he saw it. This was not any ordinary killing intent, neither was it any normal desire for blood burning in his gaze. It was a true murderous aura, and it shocked the golden-robed Di Tian because of the purple-robed clone's death just moments ago.

Su Ming swiftly lifted his right hand and swung it against the sky.

"Destiny is my sky!"

Once Su Ming swung his arm, an infant's illusion appeared beyond the overlapping ninth summit and Dark Mountain. The illusion was changing rapidly into that of a young man with purple hair. As the infant and mountains transformed, they turned into a strange sight that almost made all those watching suffocate.

More rainbows appeared!

The distortions in the sky were so great that they looked as if they were about to make the entire sky collapse!

The tens of thousands of cultivators around the area were still in a rather good shape, but the golden-robed Di Tian and Ji An's expressions immediately changed drastically at the moment they saw the purple-haired young man's face. There were even expressions of terror and shock that could not be hidden on their faces.

"Damn it! He has actually managed to bring out a magical illusion!" As Ji An's expression changed, he moved swiftly backwards, as if the illusion of the purple-haired young man was an undefinable terror to him.

Di Tian's face turned pale and he staggered, but after a moment, he started laughing maniacally.

"Destiny's… magical illusion… so what if it is him?!"

"My soul is in the world…" Su Ming closed his eyes and whispered softly. Once these words tumbled out of his mouth, the world immediately started roaring, and Dark Mountain, ninth summit, as well as Destiny's illusion instantly overlapped.

As the three fused together, Su Ming started trembling, but a brilliant light shone through the fatigue in his eyes.

"Since all of you are afraid of the illusion with purple hair… then I will make my statue around this image and turn it into this appearance…

"Destiny will be the image, Dark Mountain will be the soul, and ninth summit will be the spirit. Fuse!" With a low growl, the purple-haired young man immediately closed his eyes in the sky, becoming the center of the three illusions.

The ninth summit was on his right, and Dark Mountain was on his left. As they overlapped, a deafening rumble rang into the air, and the three illusions fused completely together!

A bang rang out in Su Ming's mind. The seal in his head was swiftly breaking at that moment, but it did not shatter completely. It was as if there was a wave of power coming from another dimension to prevent it from fully falling apart.

A cold sneer appeared at the corners of Su Ming's lips. At the instant his soul became perfect and the three fused together, an illusion of a purple-haired young man appeared before the crowd's eyes.

This young man had his eyes closed. His long hair danced in the air as he stayed still, but there was an endless amount of power from the world rushing madly from all directions toward him. Due to it, this soul swiftly transformed and rapidly went through the process of gaining physical form.

As the soul absorbed the power of the world as if it was devouring it, a great amount of pressure swiftly descended on the place as the sky behind the endless amount of rainbows distorted.

Once it came down, the tens of thousands of Immortals immediately started shivering. Some of the ones who had injuries on their bodies coughed up blood and were forced to kneel down as they shivered. They felt as if they did not kneel, then their bodies would crumble.

Once the first Immortal knelt down, the others immediately followed suit, and a large number of them knelt down. Even the golden-robed Di Tian and Ji An in the sky could feel that wave of pressure, and their expressions changed.

"He's just trying to reach Berserker Soul Realm! How could such pressure and such a shocking change in the world appear?!"

"Even if he gathered the Berserkers' kismet on himself, such pressure wouldn't appear when he's just trying to reach the Berserker Soul Realm. Only if he was trying to reach the next realm after the Berserker Soul Realm would it be possible."

The golden-robed Di Tian's heart trembled. He whipped his head to look at Su Ming, and as he stared at him, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Ji An, who had moved back a little and also had his gaze gathered on Su Ming, found his breathing gradually quickening. He instinctively tightened his grip around the fan. He, too, had discovered some clues.

"Solidify, statue of the God of Berserkers!" At that moment, Su Ming lifted his head swiftly and let out a roar towards his soul in the sky. As he roared, the soul's eyes flew open.

At the instant it did so, the purple-haired figure turned his head around and looked towards the golden-robed Di Tian.

Di Tian's pupils shrank and he instinctively took a few steps backwards. He might have hidden away his inner thoughts, but his retreat exposed his terror to the world.

Half of the rainbows in the sky collapsed when Su Ming roared, turning into spots of crystalline light that charged towards his soul. In the span of a breath, they fused into the purple-haired soul, and at that instant, Su Ming's soul shattered with a bang.

This collapse was not failure, but a sign that he had… solidified his statue of the God of Berserkers!

As the purple-haired soul crumbled, the glistening crystalline light came towards it and fused together with it to form a statue in midair.

This was Su Ming's statue of the God of Berserkers. However, right at the instant the crowd in the area saw the statue appear, an uproar rose up that could not be suppressed and reverberated in the air.

That noise came from the tens of thousands of people on the ground. Even the golden-robed Di Tian and Ji An were stunned when they saw it, but right after that brief moment of surprise, their expressions changed once again, and this time, shock was the dominant expression on their faces.

Because… Su Ming's statue of the God of Berserkers was incomplete. It only had one hand!

It was a right hand.

The whole limb was shining with crystalline light, just like a piece of jade. Those brilliant rays of light surrounded it, making it seem as if it had gathered the magnificent colors of the world. That right hand was floating in midair at that moment, and it was exuding a powerful presence that belonged to those in the Berserker Soul Realm.

As for Su Ming, the power he had lost appeared with a bang right at that moment, and as it rushed madly into his body, banging sounds rang out within him. He floated up, and his hair began moving without any wind. The arm that belonged to his statue of the God of Berserkers charged towards his right hand at that moment and fused into him in the span of a breath.

Right then, the true presence of those in the Berserker Soul Realm erupted from Su Ming's body with a bang!

At that moment, he had finally broken through the Bone Sacrifice Realm and stepped into the Berserker Soul Realm. He might only in its initial stage, but the difference between Berserker Soul Realm and Bone Sacrifice Realm was like heaven and earth—they were completely different.

The power of the world fused into Su Ming's body in a mad rush, causing the fatigue in Su Ming's eyes to disappear, and it was replaced by an endless amount of brilliant light. Due to that light, it seemed as if there were stars in his eyes, and no one could look straight into them for a time.

The rainbows shone, and the distortions in the sky spread out once again. This time, they did not just cover Eastern Wastelands alone but most of the land of Berserkers. Loud booming sounds came from above those distortions, and the pressure descending from there became even stronger.

"His statue only has one arm. This is… Does… Does this mean that this person still hasn't completed his path to reach Berserker Soul Realm?!"

"The anomaly in the sky is still around, and not only has it not disappeared, it's growing stronger!"

"Just what is going on..?"

In the midst of those uproars, suddenly, a loud bang that signaled the sky shattering came from the distortions in the sky. It was so loud that everyone's hearts started roaring.

The thing that descended was an incomparably huge right hand, and the sound came from the shock it had created as it stretched down from the shattered sky!

Su Ming moved and came to stand on the gigantic palm that had stretched down from the sky. As he stood up above, he lowered his head and looked down towards Di Tian.

"Di Tian, we can continue fighting now."

Once Su Ming said that, the pressure that prevented Di Tian from getting closer instantly vanished.

Chapter 664: The Power of Berserker Soul Realm!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Su Ming could be said to be the center of all attention at that moment. The arm that had stretched out from the distortions in the sky was thousands of feet long. The great presence it exuded created an oppressive feeling in everyone's hearts while at the same time bringing shock.

Su Ming stood on the palm of that arm. His long hair floated with the wind and his eyes were like stars. Rainbows filled the area behind him, and the pure presence of the Berserker Soul Realm was spreading out from his body.

At that moment, he had a strangely enchanting air about him, one that was dazzling to the eyes.

His aloofness fused with the strange, enchanting presence around him as if it was trying to draw a picture scroll that was to be handed down the ages. If any artist could draw this scene, then it would surely be a picture that would shock the entire world.

However, there were no palm lines on the hand…

The tens of thousands of Immortals were staring at Su Ming with complicated feelings as well as shock on their faces. They could not hide it. Su Ming's existence, his identity as a Berserker, the powerful ripples of power, and the anomaly in the world had all formed a picture of a Berserker who was rising to the top.

"Su Ming…" The golden-robed Di Tian stared at Su Ming before he slowly spoke. This was the first time he said Su Ming's name right before the crowd in the battlefield.

At the instant the golden-robed Di Tian said that name, it was bound to be spread through the land of Immortals and Eastern Wastelands no matter the outcome of the battle.

This name would end up being remembered by all, and it would never be wiped away from their memories.

It was especially so since there was an air of mystery to Su Ming's statue of the God of Berserkers. It was enough for everyone's hearts to start shaking endlessly while they filled with shock, because even though he had brought up such a great and vast presence, he had only managed to form an arm.

If the anomaly in the sky had disappeared, it could have been explained that Su Ming's statue of the God of Berserkers only had a right arm, but the anomaly was still around. The rainbows had not disappeared but had instead increased. This… could only mean one thing.

Su Ming's path to enter Berserker Soul Realm still had yet to end!

His path to reach Berserker Soul Realm… had just begun!

Su Ming stood on his statue's right arm, looking down on the world, and issued a challenge towards Di Tian for the first time, from such a height. At that moment, the key to the battle seemed to no longer be about the ownership towards Eastern Wastelands Tower… but about Su Ming's rise and Di Tian's fall!

Perhaps a powerful warrior had to step on another's corpse to rise, only then would he be able to strike a blow towards the hearts of all those who saw him. This blow would be like a brand, and it would be etched deeply within them!

The tens of thousands of people on the scene found their breathing quickening. There was no excitement in their eyes, neither was there any agitation. There were only complicated feelings born from seeing a powerful warrior from another race. Aside from that, there was also silent respect.

Almost at the same time Su Ming broke through the great completion stage in the Bone Sacrifice Realm and stepped into the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm, besides making all the people's heart tremble in shock, he had also stirred up an even more intense change within the burning blood flowing through all the Berserkers' veins.

If the kindling of the Berserkers' blood just moments ago was to be compared to boiling, then as Su Ming's power reached Berserker Soul Realm, then the term 'boiling' could no longer be used to describe the current state the Berserkers' blood was in. This was an eruption, and it made them feel as if all the blood in their bodies was no longer in their control. It was as if it wanted to leave their bodies and roar, for it was set on fire.

In a spot in the sky far away from where Su Ming was, near ten thousand people with the old man in the lead from All Entities Clan could not help but let out shocking roars. The excitement contained within those roars was difficult to describe with words, but these excited cries had been absent for a long, long time from the land of Berserkers.

The old man who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm from All Entities Clan was trembling at that moment. As he moved forward, he suddenly started laughing loudly. There was an ancient quality to his laughter, along with excitement that came straight from the depths of his soul.

Those peals of laughter were accompanied by tears and elation. He knew that he had not chosen wrong. He also knew that there was no mistake in the Berserkers' legend.

He knew that the signs of the fourth God of Berserkers' birth had truly appeared. These signs were erupting madly within him, and before long, they would completely reveal themselves.

"The Berserkers' future is right before us, in the direction where our blood is burning! All Berserkers will remember this day! This will be the day one when we Berserkers reached our most glorious moment in all of history!

"The time… for the Immortals to be completely chased out of our land is not far away now!

"My fellow tribe members, bring out your fastest speed, reveal your brightest presences! We will… slice through the sky and pay our respects to the God of Berserkers!" As the old man spoke, all the disciples from All Entities Clan behind him let out similar roars in their excitement.

"We will slice through the sky and pay our respects to the God of Berserkers!"

These roars shook the sky and earth, causing the sky to look as if it was swaying. The originally desolate ground also started showing signs of green, as if grass had grown on the land just to sway its body and show its excitement.

There were also ten thousand long arcs charging through the sky from another direction in Eastern Wastelands. These people might also be Berserkers, but most of them were thin, almost to the point of being emaciated. However, the fire burning in their eyes was not a single bit weaker than in those from All Entities Clan. They did not say a single word, but the excitement and the eruption within their blood was enough to make all those on the ground who saw them in the sky to feel their hearts trembling.

This group of people were like a pack of crazed wolves, but they were not out to hunt for prey. They were instead going to pay respects to their king!

The person in the lead was a thin old man whose eyes were bloodshot. The fire and eruptions in his blood had stimulated his cultivation base so much that it had grown once again, and it made him feel that he had absolutely not made the wrong choice.

"Hurry! Hurry up! Surging Clouds Tribe will be the first to appear before the fourth God of Berserkers. We will make the first Berserkers the fourth God of Berserkers sees to be the children of Surging Clouds Tribe!"

The ten thousand people let out low roars at the same time, and their voices were enough to shake even the galaxy, causing the ground to tremble, and their speed… to be even faster!

Besides them, there were also an endless amount of scattered groups of figures charging through the sky above Eastern Wastelands. These people were all charging towards the distance based on the direction their burning blood led them.

They could clearly feel the burst in their blood just now. That eruption that occurred as their blood was on fire not only made their power increase slightly, but also made the call within their hearts grow stronger, up to a point where it was enough to make them go insane.

The question of the Berserkers' hope, future, and whether their world still belonged to them was answered right at that moment!

The Fated Kin had also found an endless amount of potential erupting within them, causing them to charge forward without care for anything towards their Respected Senior Mo.

The entire Eastern Wastelands were shaking because of them. The members from an endless amount of small tribes had also risen into the air to fly madly towards the place where they were summoned by their blood in the midst of their confusion as their blood was set on fire.

The urge the Berserkers hidden within the mountain range had managed to suppress after much difficulty stirred up once again, and this time, it was much more intense than before, but after some time, they managed to calm it down once again. However, thousands of people in the prime of their youth, filled with determination and agitation, swiftly flew out of the mountain ranges. They were the small handful of people in the tribe who had chosen to take this path. They were different from the older generation. They did not want to hide, and did not want to live in the shadows of the Immortals. They… wanted to fight for their future.

This is why they chose to fly out on their own and charge towards where Su Ming was according to the direction where their blood led them.

Their tribe did not stop them, only watching them silently.

When the people within the tribe where Chi Lei Tian was found their blood erupting once again, Chi Lei Tian gritted his teeth and swung his arm. About ten thousand people from his tribe flew up altogether, and in the midst of their excitement, they charged into the air.

"It doesn't matter whether I live or die because of this! What harm would it do to me if I, Chi Lei Tian, believed in the legend this once?! My fellow sect members, come with me to see our God of Berserkers!"

The world rumbled, but Berserker Fang Tribe still did not have much change. They continued to remain hidden in the forest, but on the empty spot within the depths of the forest, there were no longer eight people kneeling behind the old man in beast skins—there were nearly thirty of them They were kneeling silently on the ground with obstinate looks on their faces as they clearly showed their thoughts.

As an endless amount of long arcs charged through the sky in Eastern Wastelands to reach the place where Su Ming was, the golden-robed Di Tian suddenly started laughing loudly. As he laughed, his expression was no longer sullen, but slowly changed to that of calmness as he took a step towards Su Ming.

"You… are a person who is about to die. What right do you have to speak that way to me?"

The Curse's black smoke was surrounding the golden-robed Di Tian's body. But when a golden light shone on him, a dignified expression appeared on his face, and he took a step forward, an explosive presence erupted from within him. Once the golden light surrounded his entire body, that presence became stronger.

The superiority of the three Sovereigns and five Emperors suddenly started radiating off him, one that was familiar to all the tens of thousands of Immortals on the ground.

"That right… comes from me killing one of your clones many years ago outside the Shamans' sacred mountain in South Morning. And just moments ago, I destroyed another one of your clones here," Su Ming said, his words calm.

When Di Tian moved towards him, he, too, took a step forward. There might still be a thousand feet between them, but once they took those steps forward at the same time, an indescribable wave of impact erupted from their bodies at the same time. Those waves crashed into each other with a bang, fighting to suppress the other.

From the distance, this scene looked like an illusion. Right before everyone's eyes, as Di Tian was surrounded by a golden light and it looked like half of the world had been dyed in gold, the illusion of a golden dragon with five claws manifested. It roared at Su Ming, then flew out with the golden light.

As for Su Ming, when he swung his arm, black smoke that had surged into the sky immediately spread out from the right arm of his statue of the God of Berserkers under his feet. That black smoke was like the Curse. As it spread in all directions, the statue's right hand swiftly moved upwards once Su Ming left its palm and furled its fingers into a fist. With a savage air, it hurled itself towards the golden dragon.

Both fist and dragon crashed into each other in an instant. A loud bang that surged into the sky rang out and reverberated in all directions. During that instant, Su Ming took another step forward.

"If I could destroy two of your clones…" Su Ming's voice rang in the air. At the same time he said these words, the step he took caused the air to roar, and Di Tian could feel the power of the world from all around the area charging towards him once Su Ming's foot landed. It was as if Su Ming already had complete control over the world.

This was the strength of Berserker Soul Realm - the ability to control the power of the world.

Chapter 665: Activate!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"I could have the entire world cursing your clones until they all died…" Su Ming said and immediately took another step forward. The world rumbled. The golden light on Di Tian's body also changed swiftly, as if it had sensed the pressure from all the area and the endless power of the world surging towards it.

Once Su Ming took two more steps, his Qi rose once again, and at that moment, his body seemed to have grown much bigger in everyone's eyes. This was just a figment of their imagination, but this illusion remained incredibly clear in all their hearts.

"I have the Berserkers' kismet on me!" Su Ming took another step forward, and with a roar, his Qi grew to the point it could shake the universe.

The golden-robed Di Tian let out a cold harrumph. He had a strong hunch that he absolutely could not let Su Ming's Qi continue growing, or else, he would attract even more power from the world to gather in this place.

Just as he was about to take action, Su Ming also took another step forward.

"I have the power to reach Berserker Soul Realm!

"I have the anomaly's might still in the sky… Di Tian, how could you not die?! What right do you have to fight against me?!"

The final question was practically yelled out with an interrogative tone. Once those words left Su Ming's mouth, they stirred up an endless string of echoes that made it seem as if the sky, the earth, and the entire world of Berserkers were roaring at that instant, demanding to know the reason why Di Tian should not die!

Those roars shook the sky and reverberated in the air, turning the faces of Immortals pale and pushing them back. Ji An's face turned dark then, but he still remained slightly hesitant.

The golden-robed Di Tian's pupils shrank. Almost at the instant Su Ming said those words, he took a step forward and lifted his right hand to point swiftly towards Su Ming.

"Since you used your Berserker Soul to gather the power of the world, then I will first take away the spirit of your Berserker Soul!" As Di Tian spoke, he pointed at Su Ming.

At that instant, booming sounds immediately rang out from the air before him. An illusion wearing a crown manifested at that spot, and as golden light shone on him, he charged towards Su Ming. There was a destructive power that could rip apart the world contained within that golden light, and as it shone, the entire world looked as if it had lost all other colors except gold.

"There was once only black and white in my existing eyes. Black was your soul, and white was your spirit." As Di Tian spoke, black and white immediately colored Su Ming's body as he was enveloped by the golden light, just like what Di Tian had said. Black was his soul, and white was his spirit.

"Gold is the light which I use to purify the world. With this light, I will purify your black soul and wipe away your white spirit. I will take away both your soul and spirit from your body!" Di Tian's left hand instantly formed ninety-nine seals, and once he was done, he pushed his left hand on his right.

At that moment, the black and white shades on Su Ming's body began distorting, showing faint signs of turning into gold, or perhaps more accurately, they were showing signs of being replaced by gold.

With a calm expression on his face, Su Ming slowly lifted his left hand under that golden light, and without bothering about the black and white shades that appeared on his body, he lifted the first finger on his left hand.

"Wind," he said languidly. At the instant this word was voiced, a strange runic symbol immediately started flashing on the left index finger, and in a moment, it had already flashed nine consecutive times.

A gigantic runic symbol appeared around Su Ming's body, looking as if it overlapped with him. That runic symbol also shone nine times in succession.

After that, there was a loud moaning sound, which was the sound of the wind as it charged forward. A violent gust appeared out of nowhere around Su Ming. It started spinning with loud booming sounds, turning into a whirlwind that connected the sky and earth.

In an instant, there was no longer just one whirlwind, but nine of them. They surrounded Su Ming before sweeping swiftly outwards. They were also a part of the power in the world, and once Su Ming reached Berserker Soul Realm, his soul could connect with the world so that he could use it. As long as Su Ming's body could withstand it, then he could endlessly gather up the boundless energy in the world.

The body of a normal powerful Berserker in the Berserker Soul Realm would definitely be unable to compare to Su Ming's, even if they had already attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm. Su Ming's body was unprecedented for all those in the Bone Sacrifice Realm and had never once appeared over the tens of thousands of years in the Berserkers' history. His body was the powerful existence that only appeared after all his bones, flesh, and blood had been turned into those of a true Berserker.

Once a body like this reached Berserker Soul Realm, what would be born would be a terrifying existence that could not be conceived with any form of imagination. Su Ming… was that existence.

Since he was just in the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm, his speed as he gathered the power of the world was still not very quick. However, it still managed to make the wind runic symbol he had come to understand from Hidden Dragon Sect to erupt forth with incredible power.

Almost at the instant it appeared, the eyes of those from Hidden Dragon Sect went wide open as they stood on the ground with the other Immortals. They stared above in disbelief, because they had just seen the wind runic symbol that belonged to their sect.

Yet before they could register its appearance in this place, Su Ming's aloof voice once again caused all the Immortals in Hidden Dragon Sect to tremble.

"Rain," he said flatly. At the instant he said this word, Hidden Dragon Sect's rain runic symbol shone on his left middle finger. This symbol swiftly grew in size and overlapped with the wind runic symbol before they fused together in front of Su Ming.

All of this caused the sky to roar. A violent storm swiftly formed and descended on the land. The rain poured down violently and stirred up an abnormal sight that caused all those who saw to be in shock.

Rain, whirlwind, and the world roared to fight against the golden light, as if they wanted to tear apart that golden light around them.

Hidden Dragon Sect's Jingnan started breathing rapidly. No matter how powerful Su Ming had been, once he recognized his identity, he had not been too surprised. His heart might have been trembling, but he maintained calm. However… when the wind and rain runic symbols appeared, his expression changed drastically. This was Hidden Dragon Sect's Art, but even among those within Hidden Dragon Sect, there were only a handful of them who could master these two runic symbols.

Then, right at that moment, a scene that made Jingnan's eyes go wide as his heart filled with so much shock that he almost cried out in surprise swiftly took shape.

"Thunder!"

Su Ming lifted his head and let out a low roar. Before his voice disappeared, it turned into a roaring thunder that reverberated throughout the world, causing the rain and whirlwinds to look as if they were aided by the might of heaven itself as they swiftly swept outwards.

"This is impossible… He… He actually mastered the wind, rain, and thunder runic symbols? This… This is…" Jingnan swiftly looked towards Chenchong.

Chenchong's face had already turned pale at that moment. He was looking at Su Ming blankly in the sky as his body overlapped with the three ancient runic symbols. Misery appeared on his face. He had mastered the previous two runic symbols, and it was precisely because of this that he had become Hidden Dragon Sect's prodigy. However, he had only managed to master half of the third runic symbol, which was the thunder one. He still could not fuse with it completely and achieve mastery over it.

Yet now, that thunder runic symbol had appeared distinctly on Su Ming's hand, and it was causing thunder to roar louder in the universe with each passing moment.

"Lightning!"

Su Ming's final word completely shattered the thought of him being lucky in the depths of Jingnan's heart. It also utterly destroyed Chenchong's pride. A broken smile appeared on his lips. Prodigy? Head disciple of his sect? Compared to Su Ming, he was nothing…

Su Ming's voice reverberated in the air. After a loud bang, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, making it seem as if it had ripped apart space. It did this with a loud bang, and as the light from the lightning, the madness from the storm, the howls from the whirlwind, and the roars from the thunder overlapped together beside Su Ming, similarly to those four runic symbols, the golden light that had covered the entire world was immediately torn apart. Once it was shredded into pieces, it completely dissipated.

Di Tian's body shuddered, but he still forced his body to not move back even after his Art turned on him after it was destroyed. As for Su Ming, once the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning runic symbols overlapped and destroyed that golden light, his face turned slightly pale, but there was clarity in his eyes.

"Since you can't snatch my soul away, then it's my turn to attack."

While speaking, Su Ming took a step forward and lifted his left hand swiftly, swinging it at Di Tian. Immediately, the four overlapping runic symbols charged forward with loud booming sounds.

Di Tian was instantly surrounded by pouring rain, shredding whirlwinds, roaring thunder, and destructive lightning.

At the same time, when Su Ming took that one step forward, he appeared right above Di Tian and lowered his head. As he did so, he lifted his right hand and pushed down swiftly.

With it, as thunder roared in the world. The right hand from Su Ming's statue of the God of Berserkers appeared and stretched out all five of its fingers wide to press down on Di Tian.

In the process of that palm charging towards Di Tian, the Immortals in the area immediately saw Dark Mountain and ninth summit's illusions appear around the statue's right hand. Right in-between the two mountains was that murderous purple-haired young man. These three things were everything that formed the right hand of Su Ming's statue of the God of Berserkers.

The mountains were falling on Di Tian, and the Berserker Soul was pressing in. All of these things were the strongest power Su Ming could muster in the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm. The power of the world, which he had gathered from the area, caused the world to lose its color and the universe to change. It made Di Tian's face turn incredibly solemn during that instant, and his pupils also shrank once more.

"Soar to the White Sky!" A low growl swiftly tumbled out of Di Tian's lips as he was surrounded by the whirlwind, rain, lightning, and thunder and the mountains that were Su Ming's Berserker Soul came crashing onto him.

Once he spoke, the entire world immediately fell silent.

The world turned black, and white flames appeared around Di Tian. At the instant that happened, a power that could destroy the world spread out, and those flames caused most of those who saw them to feel their hearts and minds instantly turning blank.

"I will offer up the power of this clone, and even at the price of this body being destroyed, I will execute the true form of Soar to the White Sky. Su Ming… I'd like to see how you manage to not die!" The golden-robed Di Tian looked as if he had gone mad when he activated that Art while white flames spread out from his body.

During that instant, Su Ming closed his eyes with a calm face. His Berserker Soul spread out, and his will fused together with the world.

"Middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm… Activate!"

Chapter 666: The Middle Stage of the Berserker Soul Realm!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The world roared. The rainbows filled even more of the sky, causing the seven colors to be even more abundant, up to the point they were endless. The distortions in the sky started showing even more signs of tearing, as if that one sentence from Su Ming had caused the universe to tremble.

With the power in the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm, Su Ming could not win against the golden-robed Di Tian, but his path towards the Berserker Soul Realm had just started. If he could not win against Di Tian in the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm, then he would rush to the middle stage.

Almost at the instant the changes in the sky became even more intense, a great wave of power immediately spread out and swept outwards from Su Ming's body. In the blink of an eye it looked as if it had filled up the entire world, causing everything in it to look as if they had slowed to the point of becoming still.

The white sun from that golden-robed Di Tian rose into the sky, continuing to grow bigger. It was covered by a great mass of power, and while it did not stop, it still slowed down. That vast mass of power was the power of the world. It was also the law of the world of Berserkers that looked as if it was using all of the world's kismet and everything else to suppress this place.

Su Ming was in midair, and he still had yet to open his eyes. He was not intentionally increasing his level of cultivation. Instead, when he had broken through Bone Sacrifice Realm and reached the initial stage in the Berserker Soul Realm earlier, he had a feeling, and that was… when his statue of the God of Berserkers was eventually completed, he would arrive at a state which he had never reached before.

This feeling was incredibly strong. When he was fighting against Di Tian, he had even felt… that he could become stronger.

"My statue is still incomplete… It only has one right arm, it still lacks…" Su Ming mumbled, and his eyes flew open. Immediately, the light of burning flames appeared in his eyes. That light was crimson red, and it was the blood moon!

The burning blood moon was reminiscent to the burning of blood, resulting in Su Ming looking even more bizarre in midair. He lifted his left hand and formed half a circle above his head. His right hand rose up at the same time and touched his left hand to form a complete circle.

There was red light shining within the circle, and for all those who could see it, it was as if Su Ming's arms had turned into a blood-red full moon. Moonlight shone in all directions, causing the entire land to turn instantly red.

"The moon during my youth… appeared red like blood due to fire…" Su Ming's voice reverberated in the world, and despite him moving his arms away from each other, the blood moon he had formed did not disappear. Instead, it looked as if it had gained physical form and charged into the sky. Once it flew up, it absorbed all the endless power from the world, making it all surge madly towards it.

At this moment, the blood moon looked like a real moon, and its existence above Su Ming exuded a presence that caused the hearts of all those who saw it to tremble in shock.

When Ji An saw this in the distance, there was no longer any hesitation on his face. Instead, his expression turned into that of dead silence. He looked at the blood moon quietly, then at Su Ming, and finally at the golden-robed Di Tian who was suppressed by the power of the entire world of Berserkers. Even if Di Tian had executed that extremely powerful Soar to the White Sky, he was still suppressed by the power of the world.

All the people in the world had become outsiders. Only Su Ming remained as a matchless existence in the place, becoming the sole focus of everyone's eyes in the area.

The appearance of the blood moon had caused loud rumbling sounds to come from the distorting and shredding sky. Those sounds were each louder than the last, eventually reaching a volume that was deafening to the ears, making it sound as if the entire world was howling.

"There was once a person who said something to me as we stood in the midst of snow… She said, 'If we continue walking in this snow, can we walk until our hair turns white..?'

"Many years later, I still remember that scene, which seemed so real, but at the same time was like an illusion. But it doesn't matter whether it is real or fake, the snow on that day… has now turned into white hair in my memories," Su Ming mumbled softly. Grief tinted with nostalgia appeared in his eyes. The images of two people moving through the snow gradually appeared before his vision, and as they continued walking, their figures were slowly concealed by the snow before his eyes.

It caused everything that Su Ming saw to turn into endless snow that covered the sky, the earth, and all of his memories, causing him to be unable to find the two figures. All he could remember was the snow and the locks of hair that had seemed to turn white.

A sigh came from Su Ming's grieving heart, turning into waves of ripples as it echoed. At some point in time, his hair gradually turned white, and that shade of white was due to snow.

Snowflakes quietly appeared in the distorting sky and floated down to the ground. They fell on Su Ming's body and his hair, making it look... as if his hair had truly turned white.

The snow slowly floated down without any wind. It covered the entire area around Su Ming and concealed the gazes of the tens of thousands of Immortals. Slowly, the snow… fell even harder in the vast world.

The blood moon was in the sky, and snow was falling down to the ground. As that scene took form and fused together with Su Ming as he stood in the snow, it turned into an incredibly beautiful picture. However, there was a forlorn incompleteness within this beauty.

A depressing sensation rose within the hearts of all those who saw this, causing the entire area to fall silent. Only the people's focused gazes remained unchanged.

"The blood moon is my soul, and the memories in the snow are my spirit…

"The blood moon represents my persistence during my youth. The nostalgia toward the snow is my reluctance to part with my past… Today, Dark Mountain, ninth summit, and Destiny have become the first soul of my Berserker Soul and turned into the right arm for my statue of the God of Berserkers.

"Now I will use the blood moon and my memories in the snow to form… the left arm for my statue!"

Su Ming lifted his head. At the instant he looked towards the sky, the roars from the distortions turned more shocking, as if there was some shocking changes that were unfolding madly within the cracks.

The blood moon and snow fused swiftly above Su Ming during that instant, and as they did so, the power of the world merged into one with a bang.

The snow and blood moon were about to fuse perfectly together. The roars from the distorting sky became even stronger, as if the left arm of Su Ming's statue was about to appear, just as he had said.

A glint suddenly appeared in Su Ming's eyes.

"The right arm of my statue contains Dark Mountain and ninth summit, allowing it to obtain the power of mountains, which can cause the world to crumble… It also possesses Destiny's power, allowing it to turn back time… This reversal of time is the skill contained within the right arm of my statue, and the mountains are the spells contained within it as well. This is what is known as Art!

"It is the same for my statue's left arm… The blood moon and floating snow allows my statue's left arm to contain bloodlust and the power to shred. This is its ability, but now, it lacks… spirit.

"I will fuse my Origin Vessel, the Origin Lightning, into the blood moon and floating snow, turning them into… the divine ability for my statue's left arm!"

Su Ming's eyes sparkled, and lightning sparks swiftly appeared within his body. This lightning was not formed by the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning runic symbols but born straight from his body.

When he finished speaking, a nine-holed cauldron-shaped item surrounded by lightning flew out swiftly from his mouth and charged into the sky. As it closed in on the blood moon and floating snow, an infinite amount of lightning erupted explosively.

As those bolts of lightning roared, all nine holes within the cauldron were filled in an instant, turning into piercing light that resulted in no one being able to see, but a deep wave of shock still burst forth from their minds.

'Divine Will's Lightning!' Ji An's eyes went wide, and he stared fixedly at the nine-holed cauldron. His breathing instantly quickened.

At the same time, some of the tens of thousands of Immortals on the ground immediately recognized this lightning's name, and an uproar rose among them in the midst of their shock.

"This is Divine Will's Lightning!"

"It is said that this is the third type of Lightning Heavenly Judgment. It barely exists in the world, and there are few who can control it!

"This Su Ming… not only is he powerful, he can also control Divine Will's Lightning. No wonder he could draw Hidden Dragon Sect's lightning runic symbol."

Blinding bolts of lightning erupted from Su Ming's Origin Vessel in the sky, and during that instant, it fused with the blood moon and the floating snow. Once that happened, an arm that was surrounded by an endless amount of lightning sparks and filled with a bloodthirsty, destructive air swiftly appeared before everyone's eyes.

At the instant it came to be, it was as if some established law had been changed within the world of Berserkers. An endless amount of lightning bolts gathered toward this place from all directions: the whole Eastern Wastelands, all the other continents, and the entire world of Berserkers.

Those bolts of lightning replaced the entire sky, causing it to turn into a gigantic pool of lightning, and right in the center of it was the statue's left arm, which had been formed once all the elements fused together!

The left arm controlled the lightning in the world, and an illusory blood moon also appeared among them. That moon was the real moon in the world of Berserkers, but during that instant it… shattered.

It was as if the moon did not dare show its face before the left arm of Su Ming's statue. When it shattered and gradually dissipated, above the Eastern Wastelands, South Morning, Alliance of the Western Region, Northern Province, and the endless Dead Sea…

It started snowing!

Snow floated down in the wind and covered the entire sky and earth in the world of Berserkers, causing the it to instantly turn into a world of snow.

What other anomaly in the world could be more shocking than the sight of the entire world of Berserkers snowing because of Su Ming? What other anomaly in the world could be more unbelievable than the sight of the Berserkers' sky being covered by lightning..?

The world roared. At the instant the left arm of Su Ming's statue of the God of Berserkers appeared and charged towards him to fuse with his left arm, the Immortals saw the distorting sky among the snow and lightning collapsing with a bang. A gigantic statue's left arm stretched out from the sky with a presence that could make all the people's hearts crumble, bringing with it lightning, bloodlust, and a chill that could tear apart everything!

Su Ming's divine ability was contained in this left arm, and his Art was in the right arm. These two gigantic statues' arms came into contact with each other in the sky and each formed a seal.

Su Ming stood on the two fingers that were lifted up on the statue's left hand once it finished forming the seal. His long hair floated in the air, and his face alternated between being brilliantly illuminated and sinking into darkness as the bolts of lightning flashed around him. By that time, the brilliant light and calmness within his eyes had turned into...

A picture of eternal peerlessness.

Chapter 667: The God of Berserkers' Oath in His Song!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When the statue's left arm appeared, all of Su Ming's power burst out from his body with a bang. This explosion was out of his control, and it continued like water gushing out of a well, causing loud booming sounds to travel out of his body while also making his cultivation base instantly reach the peak of the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm. At that moment, the explosions within his cultivation base paused for a moment.

However, even if it did stop, it only stopped for an instant before a loud bang rang into the air, and the explosions broke through the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm, causing Su Ming to lift his head and let out a long roar. As he cried out… he became a powerful Berserker in the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm!

Those who had reached this stage could gather even more power from the world at a faster rate. In fact, they could also touch upon the laws of the world slightly, allowing them to use the laws within the world of Berserkers.

If it had been any other Berserker in the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm, then perhaps they would not be unmatched, but it was completely different for Su Ming. To him, being in the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm was already enough to bring out the full potential of his powerful physical body and the different powers contained within the left and right arms of his statue of the God of Berserkers.

As Su Ming's cultivation base erupted, the seal placed within his mind broke down even more. By the looks of it, it was about to crumble at any moment. However, there was still a hint of power whose origins were unknown coming forth to increase the strength of that seal, trying to prevent Su Ming from breaking the seal on his memories fully.

When Su Ming was still in the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm, he had already sensed this, but he could see only brief signs of this external force within him. However, when he reached the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm and the seal broke even more, he swiftly engaged this external force in an invisible fight.

Su Ming could also vaguely feel that this external force did not come from the land of Berserkers, but from somewhere above, beyond the sky… from the galaxy that belonged to the Immortals.

In fact, Su Ming had a strong feeling that if his power could increase a little further, then he could find the source of this external force using it as his lead, and he would see just who was sealing his memories!

Even if Su Ming already had an answer, he still wanted to see… Di Tian's real self, who would surely be residing within the world of Immortals, since he could only send his clones to the land of Berserkers.

It was also during that instant that Ji An finally made his decision. He temporarily gave up on the fight over the ownership for Eastern Wastelands Tower… because he had to stop Su Ming. Even if this meant that he was helping Di Tian, Ji An would still do it, because he was, in the end, also an Immortal.

It was impossible for him to just watch Su Ming continue becoming stronger. This sort of result was something he could not accept.

'All of this is Di Tian's doing. I might not know his plans, but clearly, they failed. Instead he made Destiny… become this way…' Ji An's expression turned dark. He did not immediately attack, but instead chose to keep his gaze on Su Ming and wait for his chance.

'And this statue… This isn't a statue of the God of Berserkers anymore. I've been researching the Berserkers for many years, and I've never heard of any Berserker having this sort of statue appear when they reach Berserker Soul Realm!

'Usually, once they reach Berserker Soul Realm, the complete form of their statues would manifest in one go, but this Su Ming… still didn't manifest his full statue of the God of Berserkers despite merging his soul twice. He could only manage to make two arms appear.

'If we just let him continue like this, then once this unprecedented statue of the God of Berserkers manifested completely… just how strong would it be..?

'Based on Evil Sect's investigations, nothing this strange had occured when the third God of Berserkers inherited the first God of Berserkers' will either, and it was the same for the second God of Berserkers. We don't know whether this happened for the first God of Berserkers, but…'

Ji An's pupils suddenly shrank and his heart instantly started racing in his chest. He lifted his head swiftly and stared fixedly at the arms that belonged to Su Ming's statue. His face instantly turned pale.

'Sovereign Chi made a prediction in the past. The first God of Berserkers' inheritance would end once he passed it to the third, and there would no longer be a fourth God of Berserkers who would inherit the first God of Berserkers' will… There is no possibility of error for this…

'Yet if there's someone who won't inherit the first God of Berserkers' will but manages to craft a path that is similar to the first's with his own strength and becomes a new God of Berserkers… then this will not be within Sovereign Chi's predictions!

'He gathered the world of Berserkers' kismet on himself and his Berserker Soul brought out an anomaly in the world. Snow started falling on the entire land of Berserkers and lightning replaced the sky… All of these… All of these things… are telling openly that this Su Ming… is about to become the fourth God of Berserkers!'

Ji An's pupils shrank even more, and his expression also started changing rapidly.

In the end, the killing intent within his heart increased several thousand times. The Immortals could absolutely not allow any God of Berserkers to appear among the Berserkers once again!

It was especially so when it was one who would not inherit the first's will but would be like the first and become the God of Berserkers on his own… and who had even obtained the entire world of Berserkers' kismet on himself while bringing forth such a change in the world.

However, at the instant Ji An made this decision in his heart, Su Ming, as he stood on his statue of the God of Berserkers' left hand while his Qi continued rising to reach the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm, lowered his head and looked towards Di Tian. He then lifted his right hand and swung it outwards, and, immediately, the world roared.

All appearances of things having slowed down vanished at that instant, and the pressure in the world also dissipated. Everything returned to normal, and Su Ming took a step forward.

It was also at that moment that the golden-robed Di Tian let out a roar that reverberated in the air. The true Soar to the White Sky that he had activated by offering up his body had turned into a white sun, and with a loud bang, it charged towards Su Ming.

The white sun contained an indescribably vast power and a presence that could wipe away everything within the world. Hong Luo had been unable to match up to this Art in the past, and Su Ming had also been injured gravely because of this Art several years ago. In the end, he was brought away by someone while he was at death's door.

However, it did not mean that there was no way to break this Art. Su Ming still remembered that by using the power from the God of Berserkers, not only had he managed to break this Art the first time he had fought against Di Tian, but he had also destroyed one of Di Tian's clones.

He had managed to do it in the past. Even though he had relied on the power of the God of Berserkers to do so, with his current abilities, he might be able to do this again even without the assistance.

Su Ming sucked in a deep breath. An eye-catching glare appeared in his eyes and he lifted his right hand to swing it against the incoming white sun. Immediately, the right arm of his statue rose up, and as it formed a seal, it charged towards the white sun.

The right arm contained the ninth summit and Dark Mountain, and had been formed after these two mountains overlapped, resulting in that right arm having the power to destroy the sky and earth. With a vast amount of pressure spreading out from within it, it charged forward, and since it also contained Destiny's Art to reverse time, it caused the space where it passed to look as if it was withering away. As wrinkles appeared in space, inch by inch, it looked as if it had been struck by more than just one fist. Instead, it looked as if there had been another fist that had struck space a breath ago, and another one two breaths ago.

Even if the Immortals tried to track down the start of this tunnel of time, none of them would be able to know just how many punches were contained within this reversal of time. They would only be able to see an endless amount of afterimages, which made it look as if there were worlds being born and destroyed around it.

It was as if everything had happened within an instant…

When the fist closed in on the sun, the world lost its color. The right arm looked as if it had controlled the reversal of time to get closer to the white sun with a bang.

Su Ming lifted his left hand at the same time and pointed towards the white sun. With it, the left hand of his statue swayed before immediately turning crimson red, the color of the blood moon. An endless amount of snow also appeared around it, and a power that thirsted for blood as well as aimed to tear apart everything erupted.

Nine Divine Will's Lightnings appeared on the statue's left arm. With a roar, they surrounded the entire area, as if having spread out through space and shattered the universe. With that indescribable presence, the left arm charged towards the white sun with its earth shaking divine ability.

The statue's arms contained Su Ming's will, along with his Art and spirit. As these two gathered together, they turned into… a realm that even Su Ming did not know about.

That was…

"Dao! This is Dao! He actually mastered Dao!" Ji An sucked in a sharp breath. He should not be doing this with his status, but at that moment, he could not help but let out a cry of surprise.

Once he voiced those words, the tens of thousands of Immortals in the area found their jaws falling slack out of shock as their minds filled with absent-mindedness and confusion. The powerful warriors who were in Ascendance, like Shen Dong, had even widened their eyes as they looked at Su Ming.

That was indeed Dao. It was the personal Dao that was rare even among the Immortals!

"Dao…" Tian Lan Meng's knees went weak as she stood among the crowd. She bit her bottom lip as she stared silently at Su Ming in the sky. Her heart was empty, and her face was rife with anguish.

She could still remember vaguely that there had been a faint possibility of a future between her and Su Ming in the past, but as time passed by and she took that particular action in the World of Nine Yin, that possibility had been cut off.

Over the years, she had originally thought that she would forget about the past, but at the moment she saw Su Ming on the battlefield, tears still flowed down her eyes.

"He doesn't suit you." These words were spoken with a sigh from beside Tian Lan Meng. They belonged to her older sister, Tian Lan You.

A shocking roar covered the sisters' words. The two arms from Su Ming's statue of the God of Berserkers crashed into the white sun at that moment, causing a loud bang to erupt into the air, one that made most of the tens of thousands of Immortals cough up blood.

Numerous Immortals endured the intense pain in their bodies with gritted teeth and looked towards Su Ming so that they could see his Dao, as well as the end of the battle.

They saw Su Ming closing his eyes in midair in the midst of that loud sound, and with his lifted right hand, he looked like an artist sinking into a trance before he drew the first stroke of his painting.

That one stroke was for Berserker Obliteration.

Su Ming had executed this Art many times in his life, but he had never used it under such circumstances, when he had been acknowledged by the land of Berserkers, had the world's kismet on his body, and with the status of the fourth God of Berserkers… This was the first time he executed the God of Berserkers' song with Berserker Obliteration like this!

"The place where I was born still did things according to the laws of the universe. When I was born, the Berserkers had weakened…

"If the heavens are heartless, then we will all be separated. The earth was heartless, and it made my Dark Mountain die…

"If the heavens don't have eyes, then I will step on it and watch myself seal the heavens!

"The world's kismet is upon me, and I will surely kill Di Tian with my own hands.

"If the deities don't have souls, then I swear I will slaughter the deities and become the Emperor!

"My Berserkers' Soul has formed, and I will dye the Immortals' sky red with millions of their lives throughout my life!"

This Berserker Obliteration was sung by Su Ming placing his whole life within it, and with this will… why should he not destroy all the Immortals?!