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Chapter 698: Pursuit!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As Su Ming swallowed the large amount of medicinal cores and his flesh as well as blood started recovering, he stopped moving forward and instead charged towards the higher altitude. He had chosen to seek refuge in Yin Death Vortex.

No matter how strong the blue sword was, it was an item from the land of Immortals, which meant that it came from Bright Yang Region. If that was the case, Su Ming deduced that Yin Death Vortex could suppress the blue sword.

Su Ming did not have time to think too deeply into things. Once he made his decision, he charged into the vortex in the sky like a shooting star. At the instant he widened the space between him and the blue sword up to several thousands of feet, booming sounds came from behind him. Blood trickled out of the corners of Su Ming's mouth. That was the injury he sustained when his statue of the God of Berserkers was unable to continue blocking the blue sword.

Su Ming knew that this was not due to his statue of the God of Berserkers not being strong enough. It was instead because his power was not sufficient to bring out all the statue of the God of Berserkers' power. As of then, he could at most bring out a fraction of its might.

As booming sounds reverberated in the air, Su Ming's statue of the God of Berserkers disappeared into the world, but it did not shatter. The blue sword let out a piercing whistle and sliced through the sky, turning into a blue long arc that charged towards Su Ming.

Su Ming's body was rapidly recovering. His speed had already reached the limit of what his current level of cultivation could allow. He was slicing through the air towards Yin Death Vortex at that moment, and he was getting closer to it with each passing moment as he continued rushing forward.

The blue sword, which was now thousands of feet behind him, suddenly let out a blue light that almost dyed the entire world in its color. Under that light, Su Ming discovered, to his shock, that the blue sword was forcefully absorbing the power of the world from several thousands of lis around it in an incredibly tyrannical manner.

By just absorbing the power of the world within several dozens of lis, that blue sword had been able to put Su Ming at death's door. By absorbing the power of the world within a hundred lis, it could kill Su Ming straight away. Right then, by absorbing the power of the world within thousands of lis… As Su Ming's skin crawled, the blue sword's speed suddenly increased by tenfold!

It was fast to begin with, but now, as its speed increased by tenfold, it traveled at a pace where it would be difficult to describe its speed with words. In just a flash, that blue sword shot through thousands of feet.

Even the sense of danger Di Tian had once brought to Su Ming was a far cry from this. He had a feeling that he would absolutely not be able to step into Yin Death Vortex before that killing sword launched its attack, and he would not be able to avoid that attack.

Even if he was already incredibly close to Yin Death Vortex, less than a thousand feet away from it, but that thousand feet could determine his life and death It mattered little if it was a distance that gave others a feeling that they could touch it if they stretched out their hand.

He only had a small part of his body left, and fatigue filled his body and soul. His eyes were all red. The level of devastation he currently suffered was nothing like what he'd ever faced. If it had been anyone else, they might have already found their will crumbling before the blue sword even arrived.

Su Ming gritted his teeth and his expression twisted. He looked almost sinister and vile. At the instant the killing sword closed in on him and death was knocking on his door, he laughed. There was an endless amount of freezing cold in his laughter, and it was tinged with determination as well as madness.

"No one can take away my life!" Su Ming's soul was set on fire at that instant. It was the burning of his soul. It was an unyielding will and determination in the midst of madness.

As Su Ming's soul burned up, a large amount of power erupted from within his body. This was an outburst of power exchanged for burning his soul, and it was incredibly great. Su Ming's body was originally recovering, but as his soul burned up and exploded, all his recovery was dispelled, causing his flesh and blood to twist. The pain brought by having his body being torn not only did not manage to suppress Su Ming, but instead made him descend into further madness.

Almost at the instant the blue sword closed in on him, Su Ming clenched his right hand and hurled his fist forward at that blue sword in a bout of madness!

A loud boom shook the sky and earth at that instant.

This was a strike delivered by Su Ming's burning soul. It was the strongest attack he could deliver with his power when his soul was set on fire. This punch surpassed the limits of Su Ming's level of cultivation and had reached an even higher level compared to what he could originally bring forth.

As that boom echoed in the air, Su Ming's right arm shattered completely. What little remained of his body exploded. All except his head, and under that violent impact, his head was sent sweeping backwards. In an instant, he was sent a thousand feet back, straight into Yin Death Vortex.

At the same time, the blue sword let out a loud buzz, and for the first time, there was a shrill note in that buzz. This sword possessed a spirit, and Su Ming's punch had struck it, causing it to fall a hundred feet backwards in midair before it stopped.

However, once it stopped moving, the power of the world from a circular area of ten thousand lis swept towards it with a bang and gathered on it. The blue sword absorbed it in the span of a breath, and immediately after, it turned into a piercing ray of blue light that charged into Yin Death Region. It would not stop until it killed Su Ming.

At the instant Su Ming's head was swept into Yin Death Fog, his consciousness became clouded. The injuries he sustained could not be described with just the word grievous. This was already in the territory of 'fatal'.

If it was anyone else with these sort of injuries, they would surely die!

That is to say if their levels of cultivation were below Life Cultivation. Once a person stepped into Life Cultivation, then even if this sort of injuries were fatal, it was not completely impossible for them to heal.

Life Cultivation was a cultivation of a person's own Life. This form of cultivation was different from the Immortals' on this aspect, but they were also similar. The Immortals had Nascent Souls and Nascent Divinities. No matter how terrible were their wounds on their physical bodies, as long as their Nascent Divinities were not destroyed, they could Possess someone else and continue living. They could also think of other ways to gather up a physical body.

The Berserkers could not do this, but once they moved into Life Cultivation, then even if everything about their bodies was destroyed, as long as a piece of flesh remained, then there were endless possibilities lying ahead of them. The only prerequisite to this was that… their soul was not destroyed.

Berserkers' souls were different from Immortals' Nascent Divinities in the sense that those within Life Cultivation could not use their souls to Possess other lives. However, as long as their souls were not destroyed, then their bodies would not be destroyed.

If that had not been the case for the second God of Berserkers, then the Immortals would not have needed to use Morning Dao Items to suppress him after he was torn apart. His soul was simply too strong. It might have disintegrated, but its fragments still existed in the world.

That was why to prevent any form of accident from happening, that change in the world had occurred.

Su Ming would have surely died with these kind of wounds if he had not stepped into Life Cultivation Realm, but now that he had done so, as a Berserker in the initial stage of Life Matrix, he had obtained this specialty of the Berserkers' cultivation system. Even if he only had his head, as long as his soul was not destroyed, then he could be restored.

However, the burning of the soul before Su Ming rushed into Yin Death Fog was a grievous blow to him. However, his will was incredibly strong. Even if he had burned his soul, he could still keep his mind clear. Besides, he had only burned his soul for a short time, which was why he had not suffered any fundamental damage.

At that moment, Su Ming opened his mouth wide and sucked in a deep breath as he stood in Yin Death Fog. Immediately, a large amount of aura of death charged towards his head. Once it fused with him, signs of recovery appeared on Su Ming's body once again.

Muffled piercing whistles came from behind him. A ray of blue light shot through layers of fog and chased after Su Ming; however, this was the vortex formed from Yin Death Fog. The blue sword came from the land of Immortals and from Bright Yang Region, so it naturally slowed down in the vortex, having been suppressed.

Because of that, as one party's speed increased and the other's decreased, there was constantly a thousand something feet between the sword and Su Ming. It could not catch up to Su Ming, but he could not shake it off either.

However, Su Ming moved like a fish in water within Yin Death Fog. As he absorbed a large amount of it, his body started recovering rapidly. First he formed the top half, then the outline of his legs. By the looks of it, his legs would be completely formed before long as well.

The feeling of flesh and blood growing in his body was not comfortable. Instead, it felt numb and painful. However, this pain was nothing to Su Ming. He had even burned his own soul before. Compared to that, this pain was not even a fraction of what he'd felt back then.

However, even while Su Ming moved like a fish in water in Yin Death Vortex while it suppressed the blue sword, there were plenty of powerful and ferocious beasts in this water. There were quite a large number of these ferocious beasts who possessed power equivalent to the power of Life Cultivation Realm. In fact, there were even some who had power that surpassed it. There were some ferocious beasts who had their own territories in this vortex, and there were also some who loved devouring other beings. Overall, these Yin Death Beasts in Yin Death Fog could become stronger because they continued devouring each other.

If Su Ming had come to this place alone, he would have been fine. As long as he was careful, he would not have attracted too much attention. After all, his presence could fuse together with this place, and since he was in Life Cultivation Realm, he was not weak. However, the blue sword was chasing right after him. It was like a bright lamp in the darkness, and not only did it light up the sword itself, it also lit up Su Ming!

Because of that, not long after Su Ming and the blue sword moved into Yin Death Fog, several dozens of mighty pressure that surpassed Su Ming's level of cultivation instantly descended on them with a bang. These dozens of mighty pressure were like a storm that swept through the area. Su Ming had just recovered his body completely when he was sent charging backwards because of the impact. A glint appeared in his eyes, and once he absorbed a large amount of aura of death from the area again, he immediately started charging downwards.

He could sense a vast amount of displeasure and warning from the dozens of pressures and wills belonging to the various ferocious beasts in Yin Death Vortex. If he continued traveling in this place, then he would suffer a retaliation that would not be any weaker than what the blue sword was going through.

The dozens of pressures also swept past the blue sword as it continued chasing after Su Ming. Since it came from the land of Immortals and possessed Bright Yang's presence, the impact it suffered was far stronger than that faced by Su Ming. In fact, besides the dozens of pressures, there were three other waves that pressed down on the blue sword with sinister intent. These three waves of pressure came from the depths of Yin Death Vortex. They came from a spot far away from this place, but their pressure possessed power that was equivalent to the might of the Third Step.

Because of that, the blue sword that was 'taken care' of by these three waves of pressure let out a shrill sword whistle that rang like a scream of not being able to bear whatever was happening. The blue light on its body became much duller. It even looked as if there was aura of death circling within it.

The sword spirit immediately roared. As it wilted, it made the blue sword stop, not daring to move even a single bit forward. The sword trembled, then started chasing down Su Ming, who was escaping downwards, once again.

Roars that sounded as if someone was laughing maniacally came from the distant depths of Yin Death Fog. It was as if these creatures were incredibly happy with what they had done.

These were beings that were born within Yin Death Fog in the ancient past. Their strength was what forced the Immortals to activate those Runes to descend. They were the existences that made it difficult for the Immortals to move past Yin Death Fog. This blue sword was nothing in their eyes.

In fact, those three powerful waves of mighty pressure might have seemed to have come from the depths of the fog, but in truth, they were far from the true depths.

"Not bad, boy. If you manage to not get yourself killed by this sword spirit that has that disgusting Bright Yang Presence, we'll let you train here in Yin Death's Holy Land for some time.

"That's why you have to get rid of it!"

"Get rid of it and turn it into Yin Death's Sword!"

These voices sounded like roars in Su Ming's ears. He was momentarily taken aback by them, then he gritted his teeth.

Chapter 699: Devour You!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When those voices shouted, they brought with them sinister laughter. These bouts of laughter harbored no malicious intent towards Su Ming. After all, there was aura of death about Su Ming's body, so he was a part of Yin Death Fog.

But it was different for that blue sword. The pressure it had to withstand was incredibly great. It was especially so when the three waves of pressure had knocked into it earlier; it had almost been unable to withstand those blows just now.

The three waves of mighty pressure that were as powerful as the mighty in the Third Step brought with them a barbaric and murderous air as they forced a wave of Yin Death Aura into the blue sword. The sword had then let out a whistle that screamed that it had found what they did to be unbearable.

The blue sword might have become duller than before, but there were some aspects within it that remained as sharp as ever. With a piercing whistle, it charged straight towards its target. Su Ming gritted his teeth and no longer continued forward. Instead, he stopped at the edge of the fog.

This was the second time he stopped under the blue sword's pursuit. At the instant he did so, his legs almost recovered, Su Ming lifted his right hand and started forming seals.

With an extremely fast speed, he formed ninety-nine different seals.

Once all the seals were formed, the blue sword was already less than hundreds of feet away from Su Ming. A sharp presence pressed down on him, and it brought with it killing intent that seemed like it would not stop until it killed him.

"Nine Transformations, Ten Transfigurations, One Voice!"

At the instant the blue sword was only a hundred feet away from him, Su Ming let out a low growl and swung his right hand. He then lifted his left hand and formed a large amount of different seals again. After that, once he clasped his hands together, a strange and enchanting light appeared in his eyes.

"With the ninth Transfiguration, turn into the Candle Dragon!"

Su Ming let out a low growl, and his mind fused together with the small snake. The Candle Dragon's presence erupted swiftly from his body at that instant, and as the presence erupted from his body, Su Ming instantly started twisting. Almost at the instant the blue sword closed in on him, Su Ming disappeared and appeared right above the blue sword as a gigantic Candle Dragon!

This was Su Ming's Ten Transfigurations Art!

The Candle Dragon could devour the world and the stars. When it opened and closed its eyes, it could replace the sun, moon, and stars. At the instant Su Ming turned into the Candle Dragon, the blue sword crashed into his body.

A loud bang that shook the sky and earth spread out, causing Yin Death Aura to violent churn in all directions. There were also words spoken with an ancient air and malicious intent, mixed along with loud laughter coming from the depths of the fog.

"You transformed into the Candle Dragon? Not bad, boy! Put more fire into it and get rid of that sword!"

"How dare you show Bright Yang's presence in Yin Death's Holy Land! That puny toy sure has some guts. Even the Immortals' sword spirits with the power of the mighty or even those beyond would not dare act so arrogantly in Yin Death's Holy Land. Lad, if you don't get rid of that thing today, I'll get rid of you!"

"Put more fire into it! Damn it all, didn't you eat before you came here, lad?!"

The voices with their odd chuckles continued coming from within the fog, but Su Ming did not have the time to even be annoyed by them. The blue sword was still incredibly powerful. At the instant it touched the Candle Dragon's body, it shattered. It fell backwards continuously, and it looked like its entire body was about to crumble.

However, at the time the Candle Dragon's body crumbled, it opened its mouth wide and sucked in a deep breath at all the Yin Death Fog around it. Immediately, a vast amount surged towards it with loud rumbling sounds. Once the Candle Dragon sucked it in, it used that fog to withstand the blue sword's might.

The booming continued without stop. As the two continued fighting , only a small part of the Candle Dragon, which was Su Ming had transformed into, remained. The other half of it had already disappeared without a trace.

Pain filled Su Ming's entire body. His eyes turned crimson, and the Candle Dragon swiftly opened its eyes. A strange and enchanting light appeared within them, and red also filled their entirely, as they glared at that blue sword.

The sword's blow could not kill Su Ming when he was in the form of the Candle Dragon. As the booming echoed in the air, the sword was forced into Yin Death Fog and continued tumbling within, its light growing even duller. The sword let out a sharp whistle and turned around, but this time, it did not charge towards Su Ming. Instead, it was charging to reach the area outside the fog.

It wanted to leave Yin Death Fog. Only by leaving this place could it devour the power of the world around and get rid of the Yin Death Aura inside its body. Only then could it bring forth its real might.

It had already locked onto Su Ming. No matter where Su Ming went, it could instantly sense him and chase after him. However, as of then, it needed a few spans of breath so that it could absorb enough power of the world.

That was why it had decided to temporarily give up on chasing Su Ming. But just as it was about to rush out of the fog, the three mighty pressures from the depths of the vortex turned into furious roars.

"Damn it, how can you let it run?! Why don't you get rid of it?!"

"How can you not even get rid of a sword?! And you're the God of Berserkers in the world below?!"

"You waste of space! You good for nothing! Utterly useless piece of trash! If you don't get rid of it, then just wait for it to get rid of you!"

Even though these sinister voices were roaring, there were no anger within them. However, these three voices had been continuously speaking since Su Ming entered the fog with that sword on his tail to the moment he attacked it, and they gave off an incredibly long-winded air.

Su Ming would have been fine with them if it had been any other time, but he was currently heavily injured, and he was originally annoyed to begin with. As the three voices continued nagging him, he lifted the Candle Dragon's huge head and let out a roar towards the fog.

"All of you, shut up!"

His roar moved through the fog like a thunderbolt. At the instant those words spread out, the three voices paused for a moment, as if they could not believe that Su Ming would actually dare to yell at them.

When Su Ming yelled out, the blue sword already had half its body outside the vortex; it was about to charge out completely. Once it was out of Yin Death Fog, then, before long, it would be able to bring forth a powerful might. Then, unless Su Ming refused to get out of Yin Death Vortex for the rest of his life, he would definitely be in danger the moment he stepped out.

Also… there was a high chance that this sword would be able to fully recover outside. Once it gained even stronger power and rushed into the fog again, Su Ming would be in danger once again, unless he rushed into the depths of the fog.

This was a chance. It could be said that this was the only chance Su Ming had to destroy the sword. His eyes turned crimson red, resulting in the Candle Dragon's eyes shining with madness. At the instant the blue sword was about to leave the fog, the Candle Dragon swiftly opened its mouth wide and sucked in the air in the direction of that blue sword!

The Candle Dragon could devour mountains and rivers. In fact, an adult Candle Dragon could devour an entire world, and this mighty talent was incredibly terrifying.

The Candle Dragon Su Ming had turned into might still be a baby… but the Candle Dragon's blessing and the power of one World was contained within his heart and soul, and because of them, it allowed Su Ming to possess endless possibilities in the things he could devour.

At the instant he sucked in that breath, all the Yin Death Fog around the fleeing blue sword that was already halfway out of the vortex tumbled backwards swiftly. It was as if an invisible but incredibly powerful suction force had filled the area and was spreading outwards with a bang.

As the Yin Death Fog tumbled backwards and charged towards the Candle Dragon's mouth, the power of the world within that fog also surged into the Candle Dragon. The blue sword, in the meantime, erupted with a powerful ray of blue light, trying to escape being devoured by the Candle Dragon.

Red-eyed, Su Ming appeared on the Candle Dragon's head. He glared at the blue sword, and all his power erupted forth as he activated the Ten Transfigurations Art. It caused the Candle Dragon's ability to devour to become stronger.

"You want to kill me?! Then I'll eat you first!" Su Ming roared out. His face was twisted with ferociousness, and his soul was melting that fragment containing the power of that one World. As that power fused with the Candle Dragon, it swiftly erupted forth.

Cracks immediately appeared in the space around the blue sword. With a bang, even the space around the sword started distorting before it charged towards the Candle Dragon's mouth in straight lines.

The blue sword fought back against that suction force, wanting to break free of it all and continue onward. Yet, since they were already at this point, there was no way Su Ming would just let the sword escape. No matter what, he was going to devour it. He did not have time to think about what would happen next. Anything was better than letting the sword leave Yin Death Vortex and absorb the power of the world.

"That which exists between the past and the future is Destiny!"

When Su Ming lifted his hands, he had the back of his left hand turned upwards and the back of his right hand turned downwards, then swiftly slammed his hands together. Everything around him instantly started flowing backwards. A tremor wrecked the sword. It could no longer move forward and could only move back.

Destiny's power, the Candle Dragon's ability to devour the world, and Yin Death Fog's invasion into the sword had caused the sword to turn duller as it was oppressed by these three powerful waves of mighty pressure, and it was finally made to turn back.

However, this sword was incredibly powerful. Even if it was moving backwards, it only did so for a hundred something feet before it stopped. Then, the sword swiftly turned around. It no longer chose to rush out of the fog to try and escape from being devoured by the Candle Dragon, but instead, as piercing blue light shone around its body, a wave of killing intent and murderous aura erupted from it with a bang. It… actually decided to go along with the flow of the suction force and the reversal of time to charge towards the Candle Dragon's mouth.

Both sides swiftly closed in on each other. A loud boom that shook the sky and earth erupted within the fog. As it echoed in the air, the Candle Dragon devoured the blue sword, but its body crumbled at that instant.

As it crumbled, Su Ming shot out. This time, the Candle Dragon was not devouring the sword, but it was Su Ming who did so. At the instant his body appeared, blue rays of light erupted from within him, and they could be clearly seen swimming beneath his skin. That blue light was the blue sword!

Intense pain wreaked havoc in Su Ming's body, but the ferocious look remained on his face, along with determination. He circulated his cultivation base within him and started absorbing all the Yin Death Fog around him to suppress the killing sword within his body!

"... Alright, I'll forgive you for yelling at me just now. Lad, you've got guts. You actually had the courage to devour that sword…"

"Haha! You did good! Refine it, turn it into your Enchanted Treasure! Make it Yin Death's sword. Damn it all, if you manage to not die, then you can come as you please into Yin Death's Holy Land in the future!"

Shrill howls escaped Su Ming's mouth. A large amount of blood mist burst from his body with a bang. The color of that blood mist was blue, and rays of blue light were spreading out from his body. Clearly, that blue light was in the process of destroying Su Ming's body as it attempted to escape him.

Chapter 700: Eastern Wastelands Tower!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The blue sword was raining destruction within Su Ming's body, but similarly, because it could not get into contact with the world outside, the Yin Death Aura in the sword became even thicker. As the color of the sword became dull, it looked as if it was beginning to distort.

However, the power of that sword was still not something Su Ming could hope to fight against. Even though he had used the Yin Death Aura in the place to suppress it, the level of suppression brought by the aura was not enough!

Because of that, Su Ming could already predict that if he continued staying here, that sword would cause him to crumble and rush out of his body before long.

'I absolutely can't let it come into contact with the world outside!' Su Ming roared in his heart. Once he absorbed the Yin Death Fog around him once again, he swiftly shot forward.

'I have to look for a place that will help me suppress the sword!' Blood flowed down Su Ming's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. He looked incredibly ferocious, but he had no time to care about that. If he did not completely resolve the dangers brought by the sword this time, then the consequences would be too grave.

Perhaps other people would not choose to devour that sword so madly if they knew this might happen to them. After all, the three great wills had not expected that Su Ming would devour the sword.

Choosing to let that sword leave and become great outside while he would temporarily be safe could have allowed him other options. He could have chosen to stay here and not leave or asked for help from the three great wills and pleaded for their protection even if he had to pay a great price for it.

But Su Ming would not choose this path!

He would only make one choice.

'If you want to kill me, then I will also kill you!

'I will not run nor hide. I will face danger head-on, and it will either be that I die, or that you are destroyed!! It is just as I act towards the Immortals. It will either be that I die, or that they are destroyed!

'If I wake up, then the sky will be dyed red. If I open my eyes, then the Immortals will have no hope for survival…'

This was a chance as well, and it was a chance that Su Ming was unwilling to let go of. He had a vague feeling that this was the only chance he had to get through this murderous disaster!

'Suppress it… Suppress it… What place could help me suppress this sword and provide me vast amounts of protection so that I could set my mind at ease to recover and suppress the sword?!

'Eastern Wastelands Tower!' Su Ming lifted his head swiftly, and a brilliant flash that could surge into the sky appeared in his eyes.

Eastern Wastelands Tower was a place where Su Ming was the only person who could step in without any sort of requirements, even if that tower still had not gathered enough blood light to shine in ten million lis. Besides, this tower was the Berserkers' supreme treasure and was an item left behind by the first God of Berserkers, capable of just by its existence to bring chaos to the Immortals.

There was no other place more suited than the tower to suppress the sword and heal himself in Eastern Wastelands. Besides… this was the closest place near Su Ming anyway. There reason why he didn't choose Gret Yu Imperial Palace was because even though he might have a hint of connection to the place, but he would never forget the roar he heard within the city when it was still in the depths of the sea.

The murderous intent contained within that roar brought a chill to Su Ming even now.

A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes, and he sucked in another breath of the vast Yin Death Aura around him. At the instant his body almost crumbled, and the blue light shone through him, Su Ming took a step out of the fog without any hesitation.

With it, he appeared between the sky and earth. He did not stop for even single moment and turned into a long blue arc. As loud whistling rang in the air, he charged into the distance.

Eastern Wastelands Tower was located at the center of Eastern Wastelands. It was not too far from where Su Ming was. He might not know where it was located precisely and had never been there before, but since Eastern Wastelands Tower had appeared because of him, the faint lead in his heart guiding him towards the tower was the best guide he could have.

As he charged forward, the blue light spreading out of his body became stronger. After a moment, he looked as if he had been entirely covered in blue. Blood continued gushing out of his body, and the blue light was flowing out even more violently. Banging sounds continued ringing within him, but there was determination and perseverance shining in Su Ming's eyes. As he continued suppressing the sword, he traveled even faster.

Before long, a piercing layer of blood light that was about several hundreds of lis appeared before him, and at the center of that blood red light… was a tall tower with ninety-nine floors!

The was an air of time about that tower that spoke of endlessness. It stood erect on the ground and was incredibly eye-catching.

That tower was dyed red under the blood-red light, and it looked quite terrifying. A matchless mighty pressure descended on Su Ming at the instant he stepped into that blood light.

The power from that pressure caused the blue sword in Su Ming's body to shudder, but Su Ming was not too affected. His spirit was lifted, and he increased his speed.

This was the Eastern Wastelands Tower that had caused Immortals to descend into madness, to the point where they fought each other so that they could step inside it! In the top of the tower was the epiphany that belonged to the first God of Berserkers, Lie Shan Xiu, and it also contained the clue that would lead the one who reached it towards the Berserkers' supreme treasure - Barren Cauldron.

As Su Ming got closer, the pressure from Eastern Wastelands Tower became stronger. Since the tower was incredibly tall, it would naturally form an oppressive feeling that would descend on the hearts of all those who saw it.

The blue sword shuddered and started struggling madly, as if it wanted to rush out of Su Ming's body because it did not want to get closer to Eastern Wastelands Tower. The more it struggled, the more chaotic the state within Su Ming's body became. His flesh and blood crumbled, his bones shattered, and the tip of the sword even pierced out of his chest. Right at the instant it was about to rush out, Su Ming lifted his left hand and pressed down against the tip of the sword in his chest. He didn't care that his hand was stained with blood and pushed the sword back into his body.

"Go back!"

Su Ming panted harshly. His face was pale, but the ferociousness and madness on his face were enough to terrify all those who saw him.

Almost at the instant Su Ming closed in on Eastern Wastelands Tower, the door at the bottom of the tower opened up by itself. As it did so, it was as if a storm had appeared out of nowhere and swept around the tower, turning into a huge whirlwind that connected the sky and earth. As that whirlwind rotated with loud booming sounds, it shook the sky and earth.

It seemed like the tower had been waiting for Su Ming's arrival, or else it would not have opened its doors by itself the moment he closed in!

It seemed like the tower had been waiting for Su Ming for a long time, and at that moment, he had finally arrived!

At the instant the door to Eastern Wastelands Tower opened, the blue light in Su Ming's body burst forth, and he coughed up blood. His legs shattered under the blue light, and his whole body was in a situation that was little better. However, Su Ming turned into a long arc, which shone blood-red and blue, and charged towards the door.

The blue sword let out a piercing howl that contained an indefinable wave of terror. It was as if the Eastern Wastelands' door meant certain death for it.

When there was only a hundred feet left between Su Ming and the door to Eastern Wastelands Tower, his legless body crumbled once again, and the tip of the blue sword crawled out of his right shoulder, bringing with a piercing sword whistle, as if it wanted to rush out. But Su Ming lifted his left hand from his chest and seized the sword, pushing it back in.

With a flash, Su Ming arrived at a distance of only fifty feet from the opened doors of Eastern Wastelands Tower, and half of his body exploded. His flesh and blood sprayed through the air, and as the blue sword struggled madly, the shadow of a boy appeared on it. That boy was covered entirely in blue light. At the instant Su Ming saw the boy, his eyes sparkled. He remembered the small black humanoid who had gone missing after his fight against Di Tian's clone all those years ago.

Besides their color, that small black humanoid was incredibly similar to this boy!

Once the small blue boy appeared, it surrounded the blue sword and was about to rush out of Su Ming's broken body, but Su Ming clamped his left hand around it. With another charge, he was less than twenty feet away from the door to Eastern Wastelands Tower, and in the span of a breath, he would be able to step inside.

An endless amount of terror and despair appeared in the small blue humanoid's eyes. The boy let out a piercing roar, and the sword shone, causing Su Ming's left arm to shatter with a bang. When even half of his head turned into ashes, the blue sword and the small blue boy charged out of his destroyed left arm. But right at the instant they rushed out, Su Ming seized the sword's hilt… with his right hand!

"You can't escape!"

Su Ming's dark and dreary voice reverberated in the air. At that moment, only a small half of his body and his right arm remained. At the moment he grabbed the blue sword, his right arm was instantly torn to shreds, but even if it had been ripped apart, he had managed to catch that blue sword, causing it to be unable to run away.

During that instant, Su Ming swiftly charged into the opened door of the Eastern Wastelands Tower. The sword spirit on the blue sword screamed shrilly in despair. At the instant Su Ming's right arm crumbled, he dragged it into Eastern Wastelands Tower!

Su Ming's dark laughter rang in the tower, and there was madness within his laughter, along with a resolution that said he would either die or kill his enemy.

As the young sword spirit howled in despair, a loud bang reverberated in the sky and shook the entire world of Berserkers. Then, the door to Eastern Wastelands Tower shut itself!

At the instant it closed up, a blue tip of a sword charged out in a mad dash, wanting to get out, but Su Ming, who had now lost his arms and legs, still had his teeth remaining. At the instant the tip of the sword wanted to rush out, he snapped his teeth on the blade, and the madness within his eyes made the sword spirit shudder. Then, as if he wanted to drag the sword down with him to his grave, he held it back.

The door to Eastern Wastelands Tower closed.

"It is either that you die, or I will!" At the same time the door closed, Su Ming's dark and dreary voice reverberated in the air.

Eastern Wastelands Tower's blood light started spreading continuously through the area around it and dyed the world around it red.

It did not matter whether it was trees, flowers, grass, the earth, or the wind blowing past the area. They were all dyed red and covered filled with a bloody stench. This was… Eastern Wastelands Tower.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, a year went by.

During this year, no more Immortals descended. The vortex in the sky slowly disappeared and the blue sky appeared once again high above. It was filled with white, fluffy clouds, and everything seemed to have returned to normal.

However, an earthshaking change had happened on the ground. Some of the bigger factions of power among the Berserkers in Eastern Wastelands had organized a gathering and a search!

They gathered together because they wanted to carry out Su Ming's will and exterminate all the Immortals in the land of Berserkers. Even if Su Ming had disappeared for a year, they still continued with it.

They were searching because of Su Ming!

They were searching for Su Ming, searching for their God of Berserkers.

Chapter 701: A Fat Lamb is Here

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

A considerable distance away from Evil Spirit Sect was a long mountain range. At that moment, there was a monkey-faced middle-aged man in the forest located at the foot of the mountain. He was walking carefully. As he continued onwards, he observed his surroundings carefully, as if he was going to run with the wind at the slightest scare.

That person was Qian Chen.

His face was beaten black and blue, and he looked incredibly pathetic. His robes were also in tatters, making it seem as if he had gone through a lot of suffering.

It was unknown as to what sort of attack he had suffered. At that moment, with panic on his nervous face, he moved forward carefully. There were two long arcs charging forth in his direction about thousands of feet away from him. These two long arcs were Berserkers. One of them seemed to be around the middle stage of the Awakening Realm, and the other was in the initial stage of the Bone Sacrifice Realm. The two were only passing through the place. The long arcs did not stop for even a moment as they continued charging forward, about to move past the area.

During the past few days, as the Berserkers rose in power, long arcs like this had appeared in many places over the Eastern Wastelands. They would either be rushing to some place, gathering together, or searching for something.

Since the Immortals had closed their gates to their sects, few of them could be found moving about. However, there were some scattered ones here and there who would occasionally be discovered by Berserkers, and once they found these Immortals, a slaughter would occur.

At the instant Qian Chen saw the two long arcs in the sky, his eyes widened. If he fell to the ground and pretended to be dead or crouched down and hid in the bushes, then perhaps he would not be discovered. After all, these two Berserkers were just passing by, and they were traveling quite quickly.

But he seemed to be too scared. Perhaps what he experienced during the last days had caused him to be like a burnt child that dreaded fire. At the instant he saw the two long arcs, he let out a shrill scream and jumped up before running into the forest, still screaming.

The two long arcs in the sky had originally passed by the area where Qian Chen was, not noticing his existence, but once he screamed, they came to an abrupt halt. The eyes of the two Berserkers immediately shone, and they looked swiftly towards the ground. Their gazes penetrated through the big leaves, and they saw the rapidly fleeing Qian Chen.

"Immortal!"

The two people cast each other a glance, having immediately found something off about Qian Chen. The ripples of power and presence that came from him gave a sensation as if he was an Immortal. Qian Chen had not sent that presence outwards earlier, but as he continued charging forward, he seemed to have lost control over it, and he was letting it out in a large area.

Immediately, the two Berserkers changed their direction and charged towards the fleeing Immortal in the forest.

Cold sweat broke out on Qian Chen's forehead. The look of panic on his face made it seem as if he was about to be scared to death at any second. As he shivered, he swiftly ran forward, but every single time he increased his speed slightly, he would trip over the roots in the forest, allowing the two Berserkers to close in on him. Right at the instant they were less than a hundred feet away from Qian Chen…

A cold harrumph came from the forest. An incredibly powerful presence swept through the world, making it lose its color. Then, that presence turned into a mighty pressure and descended with a bang.

That pressure was incredibly domineering, and it was rich with the presence of a Berserker who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm. It was enough to make all those who sensed it to feel their hearts tremble.

"How dare a puny Immortal like you trespass into my isolation grounds?!"

When an old voice reverberated through the air, the two Berserkers who were chasing after Qian Chen immediately changed their expressions. The two of them stopped and wrapped their fists in their palms before bowing towards the forest with respect and zealousness on their faces.

Almost at the moment these two people bowed in the direction of the forest, an old man dressed in white robes and with a head full of white walked out from the depths with a face as if he was afraid no one could see just how noble he was.

The old man had rosy-colored cheeks. Once he appeared, his presence grew stronger and shook the sky and earth, causing the air around him to distort.

Qian Chen looked as if he could no longer continue running under that pressure and shivered. He was struck dumb as he stared with a blank look on his face at the old man walking towards him.

The old man had an awe-inspiring appearance. When he got closer, he cast Qian Chen a glance with a gaze like lightning. He then lifted his right hand and pointed towards Qian Chen through the air. That one single point of his finger was done quietly, and not a single spark could be seen. There was not even a single ripple of power that traveled out. He seemed to only have pointed casually at Qian Chen.

Even the two Berserkers had not sensed anything. Even if one of them had reached the initial stage of the Bone Sacrifice Realm, he had been unable to see anything off about that one finger. To him, not a single divine ability had been used.

However… Qian Chen let out an incredibly shrill scream of pain at that instant, even though that old man had pointed at him when there was a hundred something feet between them. As he shuddered, he coughed up a huge mouthful of blood and seized his own throat with his hands. His face instantly turned purple, and he fell to the ground. After a few spasms, he stopped moving.

This sudden scene caused the two Berserkers' hearts to shudder and then begin racing. Shock and fanaticism appeared in their eyes as they looked at the old man. Even if the Immortal who had died had not possessed a high level of cultivation, that one single finger from this senior of their race had definitely contained a power that could change the world, or else he would definitely not have been able to kill that person without a single ripple of power.

The mighty pressure that could make others suffocate spread out from his body and that one point that contained power that could change the world were enough to cause fanatic looks to appear on the two Berserkers' faces.

"I am White Phoenix Tribe's Apu. Greetings, senior."

"I am White Phoenix Tribe's Lin Duo. Greetings, senior."

The two Berserkers bowed deeply towards the old man with respectful looks on their faces.

"I see, so you are the descendants of White Phoenix Tribe. Not bad, you two are quite young, but your levels of cultivation are not bad at all." The old man stroked his beard, and a faint smile appeared on his face when he nodded towards the duo.

"Senior, you know of our tribe? Are you perhaps an old friend of our tribe?" the Berserker in Bone Sacrifice Realm immediately asked with a wrapped fist. His expression grew even more respectful.

"I remember having gone to White Phoenix Tribe many years ago. At that time, your Elder was the second Elder in your tribe…" A nostalgic look appeared on the old man's face, and he looked quite sentimental.

The two Berserkers immediately sucked in a sharp breath from his words. They stared at the old man blankly while a huge storm raged in their hearts. If anyone else had said these words, they would have surely not believed them. However, when this powerful old monster said it, the two of them chose to believe him, especially when that vast presence of his made it clear that he was a Berserker who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm and possessed that one attack that contained the power that could change the world.

"Our second Elder… was… He is from five thousand something years ago…" The young man in the Awakening Realm had a slight quiver in his voice. He looked to be burning with extreme zeal.

"Let's not talk about the past. I've been in isolation for far too long. By the way, why did you two appear here while chasing after this Immortal?" The old man shook his head, as if he did not want to remember the past.

"Senior, the two of us have received orders to gather outside Evil Spirit Sect to keep an eye on it with the other tribes. When we passed by this place, we saw this Immortal snooping around, that's why we wanted to kill him." The two Berserkers did not hesitate and spoke obediently without holding anything back.

"Keeping an eye on Evil Spirit Sect?" The old man cast the two Berserkers a look.

"Senior, you've been in isolation for many years in this place, so you must surely not know about what had happened recently in the land of Berserkers. The God of Berserkers appeared a year ago. He set all the Berserkers' blood on fire and made us rise in power. He also swore to chase away all the Immortals in the land of Berserkers."

"Something like this happened?!" A stern expression immediately appeared on the old man's face. "Is what the two of you said really true?"

"It is absolutely true. We wouldn't dare lie to you, senior," the two Berserkers quickly said.

A glint appeared in the old man's eyes. In silence, he placed his hands behind his back and paced up and down a few times with a pensive look on his face. After a moment, he stopped moving and lifted his head to cast a look at the two Berserkers.

"This is too grave a matter. I cannot continue isolating myself like this. I will have to search for some old friends to ascertain this. Do not tell anyone about meeting me, even if it's your Elder," the old man said languidly.

The two Berserkers immediately lowered their heads and voiced their obedience.

"Also, I've been in isolation for far too long and I haven't ventured out in many years. I'm not entirely certain of the changes in the world. How about this? Give me all your stone coins as a deposit. If what you said is true, then I will return you your money when I go to White Phoenix Tribe. If you dare deceive me… Heh heh," the old man stated flatly with his hands still behind his back.

The two Berserkers were momentarily stunned before doubt appeared in their hearts, but once they remembered the old man's level of cultivation, they quickly brought out their storage bags and took out all their stone coins inside, placing them on the ground before the old man respectfully.

The old man waved his arm, and the sparkling spirit stones immediately disappeared without a trace. He nodded his head while looking as calm as ever.

"Alright, you can go now. I'll be off to verify whether what you said is true or not."

There were slightly odd looks on the Berserkers' faces, but they did not dare say too much. Once they wrapped their fists in their palms and bowed towards him, they quickly turned into long arcs and left. While they were in midair, they cast each other a look, and both thought of something the elderly in their tribe had said, which turned out to be incredibly accurate.

The higher their levels of cultivation, the stranger people became...

Once the two Berserkers left, that presence of a powerful person immediately disappeared from the old man in the forest. As his eyes sparkled, he brought out the spirit stones and bit down on them with a face full of smiles. He looked incredibly pleased with himself.

As for Qian Chen, who had coughed up blood previously and seemed to have died, he slowly crawled up to his feet and stared at the old man with wide eyes. This was not the first time he had done this sort of thing. Over the past year, he had done this a dozen something times.

Ever since he was on his way to Evil Spirit Sect and accidentally, coincidentally… ran into this old man and was robbed blind, his world had changed…

"Grandpa Crane… When… When are we going to Evil Spirit Sect..?" Qian Chen looked glum, but he still had to put on an obsequious look.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Once we have a hundred thousand spirit stones, I'll let you go to Evil Spirit Sect. Wait a little longer. Oh! Another fat lamb is about to arrive! Little Chen, we have more business to attend to!" The old man's spirits lifted when he looked into the distance.

Chapter 702: The Path of Cultivation

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Eastern Wastelands Tower was within the hundreds lis of blood light, resulting in the land looking like it was a blood soaked hell. The bloody presence around there was filled with an intimidating air, preventing anyone from getting closer.

It was especially so for the mighty pressure within the blood light itself. If anyone tried to trespass into its area, they would feel as if a huge mountain was pressing in on them, and the closer they got to Eastern Wastelands Tower, the stronger the feeling would be.

During the span of that one year, Berserkers would occasionally appear around Eastern Wastelands Tower. Some of them would step into that blood light and try to get closer, but all of them would be sent tumbling backwards by the mighty pressure without exception.

They might not end up dead, but the will within that blood light contained a majestic air and a warning tone telling them… that this place was forbidden to them.

The Berserkers were searching for Su Ming, their God of Berserkers. During the past year, they had searched through the entire Eastern Wastelands, but they had found no traces of him. Gradually, they cast their gazes on the tower, but due to the blood light prohibiting them from entering the area, they could not venture inside and verify whether Su Ming was there or not.

Compared to the blood light surging into the sky outside, the inside of Eastern Wastelands Tower was different. It was filled with a layer of golden light. That light was gentle, and it filled the entire first layer.

Su Ming sat there with his legs crossed. His body had fully recovered a long time ago. Floating right before him was a golden sword, but if anyone took a closer look, they would be able to see blue light occasionally flashing, still struggling within that golden light.

This sword was naturally the blue killing sword Su Ming had faced last year. During the the time he was in the tower, Su Ming had used all his energy, his power, and the mighty pressure of the tower itself to continuously suppress this sword, forcefully turning most of this blue sword, which had been wounded when it was in Yin Death Fog, gold.

This shade of gold was the color of the inside of Eastern Wastelands Tower. Su Ming had not once stopped suppressing the sword. At that moment, his eyes flew open, and at the instant he did so, a flash of gold appeared in his pupils. He lifted his right hand and struck the sword.

The golden light in the area started distorting before it surrounded Su Ming's right hand. When he struck the sword, that golden light seeped inside it and once again began chasing away all the blue light.

The sword hummed and shuddered, and the blue light flashed violently inside the sword. It was still struggling.

Su Ming stared at the sword and let out a cold harrumph, then lifted his left hand and swung it. Immediately, a large amount of golden light came surging, then rushed into the sword and continued suppressing it.

"I can now control ten times more power of the Eastern Wastelands Tower compared to a year ago…" Su Ming mumbled. His gaze fell on the walls of the tower around him. Ignoring just how tall the entire tower was, the area of the first layer alone already occupied several thousands of feet, and all of it was permeated with a golden light.

Su Ming could still remember how he had charged into the tower and seen this light for the first time. As waves of impact from it reverberated in his body, he had fallen unconscious.

When he woke up, his body had already recovered completely, and the blue light was surrounded by an endless amount of golden light as it floated in midair. It could not break free and could only let out shrill whistles.

Once Su Ming woke up, he could sense that the connection he had with Eastern Wastelands Tower had become stronger. In fact, the golden light that filled the area seemed to be a modified form of some form of power, and he could borrow it for his own use.

However, at that time, he could only use a small portion of that power, unlike now. He could now activate and bring a large amount of the golden light towards himself to suppress that sword and also refine his own body.

'Life Cultivation Realm is divided into Life Matrix, Life Privation, Life Palace, and World of Life. According to the words left behind by the third God of Berserkers, Life Cultivation Realm is actually composed of four words - Matrix, Privation, Palace, and World!'

The third God of Berserkers words reverberated in Su Ming's head. During this year, he could not leave Eastern Wastelands Tower because the sword before him had yet to be completely refined, and there was a link tying him to the sword as he refined it.

Only after he had completely refined the sword and made it one with his body could he walk out of Eastern Wastelands Tower.

That was why Su Ming had spent most of his time pondering about Life Cultivation Realm besides training and refining his body as well as the sword in this tower during the past year.

'The Candle Dragon had also said that all races try to perfect themselves when they practice cultivation. They absorb the power from World Planes and fix what they lack in their own bodies so that they can achieve perfection.

'I've arrived at the initial stage of Life Matrix and have come to understand my own Life Matrix. If I want to raise my level of cultivation again, then I'll need the power of a World Plane… The Candle Dragon once gave me a fragment containing the power of one World as a blessing. That fragment might have been the key that allowed me to enter Life Cultivation Realm.'

Understanding appeared on Su Ming's face.

'Only by having sufficient power of a World Plane and understanding towards their own Life could a person break through a sort of shackles of their own bodies and let themselves go through an evolution that affects their bodies, thereby perfecting themselves. However, reaching this sort of perfection is incredibly difficult. It doesn't matter which race it is, perhaps only one or two people out of each of them are able to truly attain perfection.

'And… the function of a particular blood inheritance is to let this sort of perfection continue, because when a person succeeds, he or she will be able to change the evolution within the entire race. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that there are incredibly powerful races in the universe, and there are also extremely weak ones lying around as well.

'As for the power of a World Plane… that is the essence of a world.'

A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He looked at the golden light that filled the area, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

'The first God of Berserkers left this Eastern Wastelands Tower in the world. The golden light in this place can nourish my soul and fuse with my body to become a part of my cultivation base. It thus… might contain the power of a World Plane.'

'Besides this place, the entire world of Berserkers is also a world. It could let all Berserkers absorb the power of the World to perfect their bodies and for them to practice their cultivation.'

As Su Ming continued mulling over his thoughts, he lifted his right hand and seized the air. Immediately, a sealed stone appeared on his palm. Within that stone was a sleeping poisonous wasp.

'God Ascension Nectar. There are a lot of legends surrounding this nectar. Even if most of these legends are false, its might can still be understood clearly. Then, perhaps, this nectar also contains a mysterious power of a World Plane.'

Su Ming stared at the poisonous wasp and only put it away after some time. His eyes sparkled, and he immersed himself in his thoughts.

'The first God of Berserkers might have brought the Berserkers outside and made the worlds worship them because there were many powerful warriors during that era. The power of the World in the land of Berserkers was not enough to maintain their path of cultivation, that was why they had to leave… They had to go to the worlds outside to snatch the power of their World Planes.

'In the end, Lie Shan Xiu left because he had obtained a sufficient amount of power of World Planes. It could be said that he had fused the essences of multiple worlds and gathered together the Plane Kalpa's Solar [1]. Perhaps he had truly reached Plane Kalpa Realm, but there's also a possibility that he was half a step off from that Realm. That was why he had to leave, because the power of World Planes was no longer useful to him. He wanted to search for the power of Plane Kalpa so that he could continue walking down his path of cultivation.

'This is all so that he could reach perfection…

'If that is the case, then perhaps there is a uniform name for Life Cultivation Realm, the Immortals' cultivation system in the Second Step and Third Step, and the other races at this stage have their own names.

'Perhaps this name is World Plane! And after this stage, it will be Plane Kalpa, which is what Lie Shan Xiu has achieved! It's also the Immortals' Fourth Step. It is also what the Immortals become after they have surpassed being Immortals and become Gods, or perhaps become a state of being that is even higher than that.

'There are also the words Hong Luo had used when he described Di Tian in the past. Once he fused with the Immortals' heaven, then he will become the Lord of a World Plane because it is equivalent to him fusing with the Immortals' World Plane…

'Di Tian is one of the three Sovereigns and five Emperors. Unless he is the strongest among them, then could it mean that these three Sovereigns and five Emperors have fused with the Immortals' heaven and have reached a state where they are the Lords of World Planes?

'In other words, it is possible that there are many Lords of World Planes in the world. The differences in their levels of cultivation will be distinguished by how much they have fused with the Immortals' heaven…

'Di Tian's real self is far stronger than I am. By the categorization among the Immortals, he should be one of the elites among the people in the Third Step… I understand now!'

Su Ming lifted his head, and a brilliant light flashed in his eyes.

'The Immortals in the Third Step are Lords of World Planes! By fusing with the heaven of one particular world and coming to understand the essence of that world, they will reach the Immortals' Third Step and be known as Lords of a World Plane. There are also different Realms within this Third Step, that is why there are still distinctions between the strong and weak… Even if the powerful Lords of World Planes have fused with multiple essences from multiple worlds, as long as they haven't gathered together their very own Plane Kalpa's Solar, then they can only be considered as Lord of a World Plane!

'When I came to understand the three styles of Wind Separation, the Wind Berserker appeared and said that this is the ninth great eon…'

All of these things came from Su Ming's memories. Over the past year, after quietly going through all his thoughts and understanding them, he connected them in his head and formed a picture that symbolized the path of Su Ming's cultivation in the future.

He would have been unable to understand all of these things before he arrived at Life Cultivation Realm, so only at this moment did he gain a vague idea about everything.

"The Immortals' First Step is the foundation, and the Second Step is the fusing with a World Plane. When they move into the Third Step, they become the Lords of a World Plane, and in this hollow state, they will try to perfect themselves to the greatest possible amount and gather together Plane Kalpa's Solar and move into the Fourth Step, which is Plane Kalpa Realm!

"It's the same for Berserkers, if we're going to make any sort of distinction, then everything below the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm is our foundation, which allows us to possess the basis to search for true perfection.

"The middle stage of our cultivation system is Life Cultivation. We move from Life Matrix to World of Life, and eventually end up at the same stage as the Lords of World Planes among the Immortals. Then, we will move into the later stage of the Berserkers' cultivation system. I still don't know the details of that Realm, but in the end, we'll be gathering together our own Plane Kalpa's Solar, and once we succeed, we might move into Plane Kalpa Realm and become powerful warriors that stand at the pinnacle, just like the Immortals at the Fourth Step," Su Ming mumbled and clenched his fist. A strong desire appeared in his eyes.

'The Candle Dragon once said that it had only met five of these sort of powerful warriors that were in this Realm within two of the four Great True Worlds. In these worlds, they were known as the Lords of Fate, Life, and Death. They controlled the cycles of the universe, and if they wanted something to be born, it would be born, if they wanted something to die, it would die...

'The Candle Dragon also said that it was spoken in legends that there were Realms that were above the Plane Kalpa Realm… but all of those people who reached this Realm seemed to have left the four Great True Worlds and their whereabouts were unknown.'

Su Ming sucked in a deep breath. His future's path of cultivation had become slightly clearer in his head.

'I want all forms of life to be unable to control my fate!'

Determination and resolve appeared in his eyes.

Translator's Notes:

1. Plane Kalpa's Solar: Based on the LONG explanation of eons in Soar into the White Sky, might mean the state of being alive throughout an eon.

Chapter 703: Eighth Layer of Eastern Wastelands Tower

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Su Ming had come to understand his future path of cultivation. He had also found the different paths between Berserkers and Immortals' cultivation systems that in the end led to the same goal. Perhaps more accurately speaking, all the races in the universe walked down different paths that led to the same end goal.

Su Ming knew that he had only taken his First Step on this path, and he did not know whether there would truly come a time when he would reach Lie Xie Shan's state or perhaps even surpass him.

However, he had a determined and resolute will. He told himself that he would walk down to the very limit of what he could possibly do, because he wanted to know why he was born as a dead infant. He wanted to know whether he had parents, any other members of his race, and where his home lay.

He wanted to save the owner of that voice who had been mumbling beside his ears for years, to save the little girl who had the weak voice that had been calling him big brother.

To do all these, Su Ming was required to control his own fate and become a powerful warrior in the galaxy. Only then would he be able to search about and accomplish all these tasks.

If he could not become truly powerful… then he could only be like an ant and let others decide his fate.

'I won't let it happen!'

Su Ming clenched his fists tightly and sucked in a deep breath. His eyes flashed brilliantly, and it took him some time to calm himself down. He looked at the golden sword with some hints of blue still flashing before him and swiftly opened his mouth to let out a breath of Life Cultivation which charged towards the sword. At the instant it touched the blade, the sword immediately started trembling violently and weak piercing screeches came from within.

When that happened, Su Ming lifted his right hand and seized the killing sword's hilt. He stood up and placed the sword flat against his chest before lifting two of his left hand's fingers and placing them at the spot near the sword's hilt. He then began to slowly move his fingers towards the tip of the sword.

His actions were not quick, but there was a great force of will within them. As he swept his fingers upwards, the sword began struggling violently, shuddering, but Su Ming let out a cold harrumph, and the blade where Su Ming's fingers passed through immediately stopped shuddering. When he finished his sweep across the whole blade, the screeching was instantly cut off.

"If you don't hold a sword in your hand, then can that sword still be called a sword?!" Su Ming flicked the two fingers at the tip of the sword, and a clear sword whistle echoed in the air. That sound reverberated within Eastern Wastelands Tower and let out a wave of killing intent that surged into the sky.

Su Ming started slowly brandishing that sword at the first layer of Eastern Wastelands Tower. As he waved the blade around, light shone on it. Waves of biting cold air spread out. Su Ming looked as if he was moving slowly, but if anyone saw him brandishing the sword at this moment, they would surely be shocked.

That would happen because at this moment Su Ming's concentration made it seem as if he had become one with the sword. But perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the sword had become one with Su Ming, and they had reached a state where the person fused with the blade.

After a moment, Su Ming flipped the killing sword over and swung it downwards to stab the ground. A vast presence and a powerful will surged into the sword at that instant, and it was as if the entire process of brandishing the sword had been just for this thrust!

It caused a large amount of murderous aura to erupt from the sword. But just as it was about to reach the ground, a violent whistle came from within it, and it started trembling as if it wanted to struggle out of Su Ming's hand, but it could not do so.

Su Ming's hand came to an abrupt halt right at the instant the blade's tip was about to touch the ground. The moment he stopped, an incredible backlash was formed due to him halting as he threw out a strike containing his full power. However, that backlash was not focused on Su Ming's body but had instead surged into the sword.

Su Ming's hair danced in the wind, while he remained expressionless and calm. There was only half an inch between the sword and the ground. His gaze was cold and aloof. At that moment, he was filled with a chilling air that was similar to the killing sword's aura.

As the sword trembled, shrill sword whistles faintly came from within it. The blade shivered even more violently, as if it was about to shatter. Su Ming's full power should have been released once it was gathered on the blade, charging into the ground, but that energy had not been released. It had instead exploded inside the sword, and it was incredibly harmful for the sword. It had a great impact on the sword spirit.

This was a Sword Refinement Art. It was a method Su Ming had obtained to refine a sword from the legacy he inherited from Hong Luo.

It was just like what he had done before, just one of the methods he used. During the past year, Su Ming had used several methods like this to continuously refine the sword as he suppressed it.

"Will you submit to me?" Su Ming asked unhurriedly.

After a short period of silence, a piercing voice filled with an unwillingness to admit defeat and surrender came from the sword. It was the sword spirit's roar.

"During the past year, I've asked you the same question over and over again every month. My patience is limited," Su Ming stated flatly.

He lifted the killing sword and swung it lightly. Immediately, ripples spread through the air from the sword. Then, once Su Ming let go, he lifted his right hand and formed a seal and tapped the center of his brows. Immediately, a cloud of black smoke manifested between his brows and turned into a ferocious face of a malicious spirit. It looked as if it was roaring as it charged out of the center of Su Ming's brows and surged into the killing sword.

"The Evil Spirits' skills I learned from the stone statue at the eighth layer indeed have their own unique qualities," Su Ming mumbled to himself, then lifted his left hand and formed a fist which he swiftly pushed towards the ground. With it, the golden light on the ground immediately scattered.

A wave of Earthen Aura surged into Eastern Wastelands Tower from Su Ming's left hand and covered the entire ground. Due to it, Su Ming's left arm immediately withered away. At the time the arm looked as if it had been reduced to skin and bones, white light surrounded it.

Su Ming looked at his left hand, which was now surrounded by white light and looked like a skeleton's arm, and seized the killing sword. At the instant he touched the handle, the blade let out a shrill scream of pain. Su Ming's left arm recovered swiftly, as if he had absorbed some strange power from the killing sword that made his arm return to normal.

However, the vigor contained within the sword had clearly become much weaker.

"The Surging Indulgers' divine ability to refine the body with a spirit." A smile appeared on Su Ming's face. He swung his arm, and a large amount of golden aura swiftly surged towards him, surrounding the sword to continue suppressing it.

He cast a glance at the killing sword before averting his gaze and lifting his head to look at the ceiling. A brilliant light flashed in his eyes.

'The time has come for me to challenge the tower again. This time, I should be able to do it.'

Su Ming sucked in a deep breath and took a few steps forward to stand at the center of the first layer. When he stood there, he closed his eyes and calmed his heart so that his mind would scatter and fuse slowly with his surroundings. The golden light in the area instantly surged towards him, surrounding him. As it rotated rapidly, piercing rays of golden light shone in the air, and in the blink of an eye, Su Ming disappeared.

This sort of light continued appearing in the second, third, and up to the eighth layer of Eastern Wastelands Tower. As golden light filled the eighth layer, Su Ming's body slowly appeared at the center. After some time, when his body became completely visible, Su Ming opened his eyes.

The main reason behind his ability to control more of the golden light in the first layer during the past year had been because he had managed to conquer the first seven layers of the tower during and moved into the eighth one.

With each layer he cleared, his connection to Eastern Wastelands Tower would become stronger, which was why he could absorb more of the golden light. With his original power, he could have cleared even more layers, but when he stopped for a moment at the third layer at the start, he gave up on the idea of charging through the other layers.

At the moment, he was standing at the center of the eighth layer. He took a deep breath, and a resolute look appeared in his eyes.

He had already passed through the seventh layer three months ago and moved into the eighth one, but only now did he have enough confidence to walk into the ninth layer.

'I didn't expect that the eighth layer's test would be able to stop me for three months.' Su Ming shook his head. He had not thought about this at first. In fact, this had been completely inconceivable to him.

Su Ming lifted his foot and took a step forward. Once he walked out of the center, the world before him changed and yellow sand filled the air. The burning sun looked as if it wanted to burn the ground. Right before him were four gigantic stone humans.

These four stone humans stood erect on the ground. Each of them was nearly a thousand feet tall and appeared vaguely in the sand. There was a primitive air about them.

'Eastern Wastelands Tower… has clearly given two different methods to move through the tower since the second layer. The first is to charge through each layer and continue onward, while the second is to fuse with each one. Once you completely fuse with a layer, you will naturally be able to enter the next one.

'Breaking these four statues fulfills the requirements for the first method and allow me to go straight to the eighth layer… but if I wanted to do that, I would have done so three months ago.'

A glint shone in Su Ming's eyes. He went towards the first stone statue and looked at it quietly for some time before sitting down cross-legged in front of it. He formed a seal with his hands, and the presence of Life Cultivation spread out from within him. Waves of a Berserker's presence also spread out from his flesh and blood, which had all turned into those of a true Berserker.

As the presence of the Berserker surrounded Su Ming, the first stone statue's eyes flew open, their gaze landing on Su Ming's body. After a moment, Su Ming stood up and walked towards the second stone statue. After looking at it for a moment, he stomped on the ground, and not a single hint of a Berserker's presence could be detected on him. A wave of pure aura that belonged to an Immortal spread out from his body, causing the second stone statue to open its eyes.

The third statue had a fierce look on its face and looked like a demonic fiend. There was also a malicious spirit's face sticking out of the center of that stone statue's brows. When Su Ming stood under the third stone statue, he lifted his right hand and pointed between his brows. Immediately, black smoke surrounded the center of his brows, and the face of a malicious spirits took shape. The third stone statue immediately opened its eyes and looked towards Su Ming.

After a moment, Su Ming arrived next to the fourth stone statue and lifted his left hand. White light surrounded it, after it had turned into bone. There was a strange and mysterious presence spreading out from his arm.

"The four stone statues represent Berserkers, Immortals, Evil Spirits, and Surging Indulgers. I've already mastered the basic cultivation methods for each of these races. Open, eighth layer of Eastern Wastelands Tower!"

Su Ming swung his left hand, and the stone statues immediately turned indistinct. When everything became clear once again, he was already standing at the center of the ninth layer of Eastern Wastelands Tower.

Chapter 704: Light from Eastern Wastelands Tower

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

This was the first time Su Ming stepped into Eastern Wastelands Tower's ninth layer. Almost at the instant he found himself there, the Eastern Wastelands Tower started shuddering, and layers of light surrounded the tower before they swiftly spread out in all directions.

As they did so, the first layer of Eastern Wastelands Tower lit up, followed suit by the second layer, then the third… up to the eighth layer. All of them began to shine with a powerful light. As for the ninth layer, it was in a state between being bright and dark, transforming rapidly.

There were ripples of light all around the tower. If anyone looked closely, they would find that there were eight light circles. These eight circles meant that Su Ming had went through the eight layers of the tower. At the instant he stepped into the ninth layer, those circles of light had erupted forth.

Clearly, the ninth layer was a boundary line. Those who were unable to step into the ninth layer could not bring out such a change to the tower. Only those who had the ability to get into the ninth layer would make Eastern Wastelands Tower erupt with such powerful light.

That light instantly covered the entire Eastern Wastelands, and even showed signs of spreading even further. Almost in an instant, all the Berserkers in Eastern Wastelands immediately stopped whatever they were doing and lifted their heads. Their attention was attracted solely by the eight ripples of light spreading through the sky.

Even Qian Chen, who was pretending to be dead in the forest, instinctively opened his eyes and blankly looked at the ripples in the sky. The old man who was really the bald crane and was chatting with the three Berserkers was also stunned by the sight. The three young men before him were the same.

All the Berserkers on the land of Berserkers who saw the light circles in the sky immediately felt their blood boiling after a year it had laid dormant!

That burn in their blood was due to their God of Berserkers. It was a faint guide leading them to their God.

"God of Berserkers! It's the God of Berserkers!"

"The God of Berserkers has returned!"

At that instant, loud booming sounds surged into the sky from all directions in the land of Berserkers. All Berserkers had been searching for Su Ming for a whole year, all throughout the Eastern Wastelands.

They had been unable to find any trace of their God during that one year, but they did not give up. They continued expanding their search area and continued looking. They believed that their God of Berserkers had not died and trusted that he was still with them.

At that moment, at the instant they felt their blood guiding them towards their God, excited cries erupted from all the corners of Eastern Wastelands. Long arcs charged up from the ground and rushed in the direction the layers of ripples had come from.

It was especially so for the Berserkers and tribes who were close to Eastern Wastelands Tower. During that instant, as their hearts trembled, they saw the source of the ripples of light - the brightly lit eight layers of Eastern Wastelands Tower.

"The God of Berserkers is in Eastern Wastelands Tower!"

Excited cries reverberated in the air. Those who were closer to the tower immediately rushed forth at full speed.

Eastern Wastelands' Chi Lei Tian, Xue Sha, Goldenrain Mountain Tribe's Elder, Wu Shuang, the Great Clan Elder of All Entities Clan, Tian Qi, and the others were in different locations working diligently for the Berserkers' rise in power. When the ripples of light echoed in the sky, they lifted their heads, turned into long arcs, and charged towards them.

Fated Kin had gathered together after they sensed Su Ming's presence a year ago. They were not too far away from the spot where the Immortals had descended, lingering around. They did not mix with the other tribes, but chose to live independently.

They were unique. They did not mingle with other people. They were Fated Kin!

It was as if they had returned to their form of life when they were in the World of Nine Yin. However, they were no longer in constant danger. During that one year, the region where they had made their home was continuously transformed and gradually changed into a suitable place where Fated Kin could bring forth even stronger combat abilities.

They had also been searching for Su Ming, their Respected Senior Mo. Now, at the instant the ripples of light reverberated in the air, all Fated Kin stood up in excitement and turned into long arcs that charged through the air towards Eastern Wastelands Tower.

This was an act committed by all Berserkers in Eastern Wastelands and most of what the Berserkers in the islands in South Morning did. An innumerable amount of Berserkers charged through the air, and their goal was similar—all of them were heading towards Eastern Wastelands Tower!

Su Ming did not know of the excitement in the world outside. At that moment he was standing at the ninth layer of Eastern Wastelands. There was an incredibly dense layer of golden light around him, and there was a wisp of World Plane's presence within that golden light as it surrounded Su Ming, resulting in his body being only faintly visible within that presence.

As the World Plane's presence surrounded and continuously surged into him, Su Ming closed his eyes and circulated his cultivation base to swiftly absorb that presence so that he could turn it into the power of his own Life Matrix.

This was Eastern Wastelands Tower's serendipity, and this was the ninth time Su Ming had obtained a serendipity here. When he first moved into the first layer of Eastern Wastelands Tower, he had received its serendipity for the first time. He had been critically wounded at the time, and due to the tower he was able to heal his injuries. Then, as he moved through each layer, he had gradually come to understand this place.

This was a tower that had been sealed for ages. Only the first person who got past each layer would be able to receive its serendipity.

Right then, Su Ming was the only person within Eastern Wastelands Tower!

When he opened his eyes after some time, his body was filled with a spiritual air. He stood there and quietly sensed his cultivation base. The World Plane's power in the ninth layer far surpassed the previous eight layers. The amount he absorbed this time brought quite a lot of nourishment for his cultivation base.

'I'm still a slight distance away from reaching the pinnacle of the initial stage of Life Matrix, but if I continue this way and move through a few more layers, then perhaps I'll be able to reach it.'

Su Ming sucked in a deep breath of the World Plane's presence within the golden light, then lifted his foot and walked out of the center of the ninth layer.

At the instant he did so, his vision immediately became indistinct. When everything cleared out, a tall mountain appeared before his eyes.

This mountain was incredibly tall. The tip of it could not be seen clearly in the blue sky, endless clouds hiding the summit away.

There was a river in the sky right behind that mountain. It was huge and stretched endlessly into the horizon. It was connected to the earth, and waves of water poured down to the land like a waterfall. However, that water would turn back further down in the distance and charge back to the sky to fuse back into the river, making the river in the sky flow in a cycle.

Su Ming stood far away from that place, but he could still hear the rushing sounds of the water flowing in that river.

However, since the mountain was too tall and hid most of the river from view, Su Ming could only see a small part of it and not the whole thing.

One mountain, one river, and a desert.

That desert covered the entire land, and the sand that was swept up brought with it moaning sounds that reverberated in all directions. It covered the mountain and river in Su Ming's eyes.

This was the ninth layer of Eastern Wastelands Tower.

"Eastern Wastelands Tower's ninth layer. One mountain, one river, one desert… You who came to this place can activate all your power and destroy everything here. You can also choose to understand the conception of this place and break through it naturally.

"You have two choices. Two paths," a buzzing voice stated, reverberating from all directions. There was a feeling of age to that voice, as if it had been here for a very long time.

This was not the first time Su Ming had heard this voice. When a person reached a new layer for the first time, they would always hear this voice. If they went down and returned back to it, the voice would not speak up again.

A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He took a step forward and disappeared within the span of a breath. When he reappeared, he was already standing on a mountain rock jutting out of the middle section of the mountain. As he stood there, he looked into the distance, and the river appeared clearly before his eyes.

The river in the sky was incredibly huge. The rushing of water spread in all directions… but the water itself looked incredibly far away, and Su Ming did not feel as if he'd gotten any closer or made any significant changes to the distance between him and the river when he had moved from the center of the ninth layer.

In silence, Su Ming lifted his head and looked at the mountain. He turned into a long arc and charged towards the top.

Time trickled by slowly. An hour later, Su Ming frowned. He… was still on the mountain. When he lifted his head, the summit was still hidden in the clouds. Even if he had already reached the higher parts of the mountain, he could not move to its top.

After a moment of pensive silence, Su Ming lowered his head and looked at the ground. After some time, his pupils constricted.

"There is no end to this mountain…" he mumbled. The mountain seemed to be very tall when he looked at it previously, yet once he stepped on it, he had managed to find some clues about it. There was no end to this mountain. With every set amount of distance he traveled up, the mountain would stretch and grow.

Because of this, it had no end and no summit.

After a brief period of silence, Su Ming turned into a long arc and left the mountain and charged towards the river before him. Yet no matter how fast he traveled, the river remained as far in the distance as it had been before. It was as if the area between them would continuously lengthen as Su Ming moved in its direction, just like the mountain's height.

Su Ming had seen a scene like this before, at the altar behind Fated Kin's mountain when they were in the World of Nine Yin. That altar would forever remain before him, and no matter how quickly he traveled, he would never be able to catch up to it.

Su Ming might have managed to conquer the altar under the old Spirit of Nine Yin's guidance, but the level of depth and sophistication within the mountain and river far surpassed the World of Nine Yin's altar based on what Su Ming could see with his current level of cultivation.

He gradually stopped chasing after the river and slowly went down until he landed on the desert. He sat down on the ground and looked at the sand underneath him.

He could sense that there was a deep meaning contained within the mountain, river, the desert. If he could understand that meaning, then his understanding towards Life would become much deeper.

'Lie Shan Xiu… you turned the Eastern Wastelands Tower's appearance into a blatant plot to make Immortals fight among themselves, allowing Berserkers to obtain hope to rise in power.

'To Immortals, this tower would give what they desire. You left your epiphany towards Plane Timelines at the top, but to the Berserkers, this Eastern Wastelands Tower is a place to help them increase their level of cultivation and also a place for them to train.

'You left the cultivation methods for Evil Spirits and Surging Indulgers in the previous eight layers in the manner of brief introductions before you moved on to more in-depth introductions. You also introduced these two races in the sixth layer. You must have your own reasons for doing so…'

A pensive look appeared in Su Ming's eyes. After some time, he closed his eyes and went on to silently sense the mountain, river, and desert within Eastern Wastelands Tower's ninth layer.

Time trickled by...