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Chapter 1232: Never Setting Sun!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Almost at the instant the three of them stopped moving, Su Ming walked out of the air. His face was one of composure. When he walked over, the expressions of the three people changed instantly.
It was as if time had flowed back. The explosive power around Fang Mu's body was reversed and his body fell back. Yan Luan's tears disappeared while she was in the distance, and her body fell back as well to return to Fang Mu's side.
As for the old Zhou Shan, he lowered his lifted right hand and staggered hundreds of feet back. Only then did the power to reverse time around him disappear.
Once the divine ability ended, the old Zhou Shan's expression changed drastically. A hint of shock and disbelief appeared in his eyes. He looked swiftly at Su Ming, but what he saw was a stranger's face. However, that stranger's face only brought to him an indescribable terror, intimidating him.
He could not tell Su Ming's level of cultivation, but the power to reverse time just then had caused him to be unable to control his body and his soul. He could clearly understand that this person's level of cultivation far surpassed his. The difference between them was like heaven and earth.
This feeling was far greater than when he met the powerful warriors of an older generation among the Berserkers. In fact, in his eyes, it was as if the world was lifting the stranger up even as he stood in the sky.
His breathing quickened, and he immediately wrapped his fist in his palm to bow deeply towards Su Ming without hesitation.
"I am Zhou Shan. Greetings, senior."
"Zhou Shan…"
Su Ming stared at the old man before him. The scenes of the past surfaced in his mind before it was fixed on a moment many years ago. During that time, he was a Berserker who had yet to reach Awakening Realm. He then saw the old man descending with a magnificent presence like a deity and trying to kill Han Mountain's ancestor.
At that time, Su Ming was like an ant. He could only lift his head and watch Zhou Shan descending with envy and longing in his heart. Many years had passed since then. When Su Ming saw Zhou Shan again, the scene from the past seemed to have been reversed.
"Freezing Sky Clan's left preceptor…" Su Ming said slowly.
Zhou Shan's expression changed slightly. He shuddered. He did not know why this senior whose level of cultivation he could not imagine knew of his past status in Freezing Sky Clan.
He did not remember Su Ming. In fact, he was simply unable to link the God of Berserkers Su Ming he came to know later to the young man who had watched him from the crowd in Han Mountain City.
Su Ming stared at Zhou Shan and only turned his head around after a long while to look at Fang Mu and Yan Luan. These two people were incredibly nervous at that moment, and their faces were very pale. When Su Ming looked at them, they immediately wrapped their fists in their palms and bowed deeply towards him.
"Greetings, senior. Thank you for lending us a hand just now." Fang Mu sucked in a deep breath. When he said these words respectfully, Yan Luan bowed nervously by his side as well.
The heroic bearing she once had as the tribe leader of Lake of Colors Tribe could no longer be found. At that moment, she was only a normal woman who had a bit of charm and looked older. She was only a mother.
Su Ming stared at her. At that moment, her heart trembled. She could not tell what this person thought. Would what happened today simply be a powerful person helping them, or would they end up in an even more wretched state?
There was sentiment on Su Ming's face, and his voice contained an ancient air. As he remembered how Yan Luan looked like in the past, he sighed. "You've changed, former tribe leader of Lake of Colors Tribe… You've changed too much."
When Su Ming spoke, Yan Luan was completely stunned. She lifted her head and stared at him in a daze, but no matter how she searched through her memories, she could not find a person who bore Su Ming's current appearance.
In her daze, she did not know what to say for a period of time. No matter what, she could not remember Su Ming, who she had even pestered slightly in the past…
"And you…"
The last person Su Ming looked at was Fang Mu. As he stared at him, a kindly look slowly appeared in his eyes. He looked at him like how a member of the older generation would look at a member of the younger generation. After all, to Su Ming, Fang Mu was just a child in the past, one who was naive but had provided him with quite the help.
When he saw that the child had grown but he could still find hints of the boy in his face, Su Ming's smile filled with happiness. He lifted his right hand and patted Fang Mu's head.
"You've grown," Su Ming said softly.
Fang Mu's heart trembled. He stared at Su Ming in a daze. Just like Yan Luan, he could not find Su Ming's figure in his memories. His expression was one of confusion, but the kindly look in Su Ming's eyes was clearly filled with sincerity and sentimentally, and this gaze… also made Fang Mu feel as if he had managed to locate a hint of familiarity, which made his heart tremble.
"The two of them are my old friends," Su Ming said while turning his head around to look at Zhou Shan.
His voice was not loud, and he did not exude any sort of aura, but his power, especially after he Possessed True Morning Dao World, caused him to still be able to command the universe as he liked even while he just stood there. Right then, Zhou Shan, who was just in Berserker Soul, felt as if he was facing the heavens.
He felt incredibly nervous, and his body trembled against his will. He could not bring forth even a single bit of his power when he was before Su Ming. An indescribable wave of respect rose strongly in his heart.
Right then, once he heard Su Ming's words, he quickly brought out a large number of Origin Flowers from his storage bag and handed them over respectfully.
"I did not know that these two fellow kinsmen were old friends of yours, senior. I hope that you will not blame me for this. I-I…"
Su Ming took the Origin Flowers and handed them over to Fang Mu before he cast a glance at Yan Luan.
"Will this be enough? How is your child?"
"It's enough, it's enough. My child has a weak constitution and was poisoned by the Dead Sea's Approaching Snake. This Origin Flower is the main herb needed to create the antidote. Thank you, senior!"
Excitement appeared on Fang Mu's face. He bowed to Su Ming again, and Yan Luan, feeling confused but grateful in her heart, did so as well.
Su Ming's lips curled into a faint smile. He cast a glance at Fang Mu again. The child in his mind slowly overlapped with the current Fang Mu. He shook his head before he turned around to take a step into the air. His figure gradually disappeared from the trio's sights.
Su Ming might have left, but even if someone gave Zhou Shan ten thousand boosts of courage, he would still not have dared to attack Fang Mu and Yan Luan. Right then, he could only wrap his fist in his palm in a slightly awkward manner before he turned around and immediately left into the distance.
Once only Fang Mu and Yan Luan were left in the sky above the Dead Sea, the two of them stared at the Origin Flowers, then at Zhou Shan leaving into the distance in a pathetic manner. A feeling as if they were dreaming filled their hearts, causing them to cast each other a glance. They saw the confusion in each other's eyes.
Yan Luan hesitated for a moment before she asked softly, "Who… is that senior?"
"I don't remember him either…" Fang Mu remained silent for a moment before he sighed. He still could not remember where that hint of familiarity came from.
"But no matter what, this is a good thing. With these Origin Flowers, Lin Er will be saved."
A loving look belonging to a mother appeared on Yan Luan's face. As she mumbled under her breath, she turned into a long arc with Fang Mu to charge towards the island where they lived.
After about the time it takes an incense stick to burn since they started flying, Fang Mu's heart suddenly shuddered while he was charging forward. During the whole time, he had been thinking about who Su Ming was.
Right then… he seemed to have remembered something, but the answer left him in even more disbelief. In fact, when he stopped, he turned his head swiftly. His expression changed, and his breathing quickened in a manner that had never happened to him before.
"I… I think I remember him now, but this is impossible. It's impossible that it's him. He… He came back? But he doesn't look the same… But… But besides him, there's no one else!"
Yan Luan came to a stop and looked at Fang Mu.
"Who is he?"
"When I was just a child, I ran into a senior beyond Han Mountain. He… You must certainly still remember him. He challenged the Chains of Han Mountain and took away Han Mountain Bell…"
Yan Luan's body shuddered. Before Fang Mu even finished speaking, she cried out in surprise. "Su Ming?!"
"The Fourth God of Berserkers… Su Ming!" There was excitement on Fang Mu's face as he continued mumbling without stop. He remembered his aunt…
…..
Su Ming did not know what Fang Cang Lan had done for the Berserkers during all the years of his absence. He walked in the sky and headed towards where Southern Swamp Island was once located.
He remembered that he had quite a number of old friends in it. There was Ya Mu, who had taken Zi Yan as his wife, as well as Zi Che, who had stayed behind due to his sister even though he wanted to follow Su Ming.
There was also Wan Qiu, who was formerly the Sacred Lady of Autumn Sea Tribe.
As well as… Fang Cang Lan… who once stood at the top of the mountain and had wind blow against her robes while she stared at him quietly as if she would wait an eternity for him.
Su Ming walked forward quietly and moved past islands until he saw something and stopped. Based on his memories, he should no longer be far away from Southern Swamp Island, but what caught his attention was… a huge statue on an island.
When he looked at it, Su Ming remembered the Fated Kin, and he remembered the members of that race. They were… cultivators of the Fated Kin!
The island was not the holy land of the Fated Kin, but a place they used to defend the area. There were about eight thousand Fated Kin on the island. At that moment, they surrounded the statue and worshiped it while the golden yellow light of the evening sun scattered over them.
They were zealous and filled with reverence, because this statue was their Progenitor and their god. He was the most supreme will who guided the earliest Fated Kin to become cultivators of their race.
"Fated Kin…"
Su Ming stared at the statue. It was exactly the same as he remembered when he had seen it in the past. The eyes on the statue as he stared into the distance shone with wisdom and a fierce light. It was as if he was staring at the skies. It made Su Ming feel as if he had returned to the year he brought the Fated Kin to rush out of the World of Nine Yin.
In silence, Su Ming stared at the Fated Kin, and a smile slowly blossomed on his face. While under the setting sun, it was filled with an ancient air and nostalgia. It carried with it his hope for the Berserkers… as well as his determination to make the Berserkers rise to power after he returned this time.
"The Berserkers will not be a race akin to a setting sun. They will be… a prideful sun that will rise to power tomorrow," Su Ming mumbled.
This was his promise. When he became an Antecedental Spirit, he had firmly made this promise with the one hundred million something souls of the Great Berserker Tribe in his body.
At the moment Su Ming mumbled to himself, a loud roar suddenly rang out throughout the entire Berserkers' world. It echoed in the air, and it did not matter where they were in the land of Berserkers, all the Berserkers could sense their blood begin to boil.
At the same time, the sun in the sky looked like it had come to a stop… before starting to move in reverse. It rose swiftly instead of setting and went up the sky, changing the night that was about to come into day. The sun… seemed like it would never set!..
Chapter 1233: Southern Swamp Island
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As the waves in the Dead Sea tumbled around, the originally setting sun rose up in reverse and stood in the sky again. At the instant the glow of dusk turned into a bright light, it caught everyone's attention…
All the Berserkers and especially Fated Kin felt their hearts tremble due to their blood boiling in their bodies…
Three ancient wills in the depths of Yin Death Vortex which were far away from the Berserkers' world woke up from their slumber…
"There's a change among the Berserkers…"
"We have to eliminate this change…"
"It's him…"
At the instant the three wills woke up, a rumbling, violent gust of wind immediately stirred up. It was without form, and as it charged forward, it dashed forth along the rotations of Yin Death Vortex… and headed straight to the Berserkers' world.
This wind was not due to the wills descending, but was formed by their thoughts.
At the same time, due to the sun rising in reverse in the Berserkers' world and everyone's blood boiling, countless Berserkers jolted and raised their heads. It didn't matter where they were or what they were doing before, all of them looked up at that moment.
Ya Man, one of the five powerful Berserkers in Eastern Wasteland and someone who had been given Hidden Dragon Sect's spot for the continual growth of his tribe occupied one lone island after the continent shattered. As of then, his tribe, Berserker Fang Tribe, was viewed as one of the nine great forces of power among the Berserkers.
At that moment, in a secret chamber within the depths of the mountain range in the island, Ya Man, who had not moved his body for centuries, shuddered violently and lifted his head. A hint of uncertainty appeared on his face.
Similarly, some powerful, ancient Berserkers on the various islands in the Dead Sea opened their eyes from their meditation.
In the palace filled with an ancient presence located on the mountain in the Fated Kin's holy land, the notes of the Chinese zither echoing in the air came to an abrupt halt. Fang Cang Lan, the Berserker Consort stopped moving her hands on the instrument. She gradually lifted her beautiful head, and a hint of confusion appeared in her eyes.
All the Berserkers had various changes appear on them due to all of these things happening during that moment.
However, the feeling of their blood shaking and their spirits lifting only appeared for the span of a few breaths before it scattered into nothing due to the wind that descended on them from the sky without a single sound. It easily caused the feeling to disappear, like how a hot knife would slice through butter.
It was as if the will contained in the wind would absolutely not allow any sort of changes to appear among the Berserkers, especially something like their blood being activated. This was absolutely not allowed.
It was as if all that had happened just then was an illusion. When the wind blew past the sun rising in the sky, it seemed to have turned into a powerful, mighty pressure, causing the sun to slowly descend and turn into a setting sun once more.
The wind had no form, however. When it surrounded the area, Su Ming lifted his head swiftly. A brilliant light shone in his eyes. He could clearly sense the thoughts and the will of the three ancient wills within the wind that had suddenly descended upon the land.
With a cold harrumph and a brilliant light in his eyes, he sent his will into the sky and struck the invisible wind at full force. The collision of the four wills could not be heard by anyone. Only Su Ming and the three ancient wills could sense it clearly.
As booming sounds that could not be heard by anyone else reverberated through the air, with the will of heavens from the True World mixed with his own will, Su Ming swept his will past the area, and the three ancient wills fell back before they instantly disappeared from the Berserkers' world.
Su Ming took a few steps backwards. When he raised his head, killing intent appeared in his eyes. The three ancient wills were the people Su Ming absolutely had to kill in his trip back to the Berserkers' world.
Su Ming might not have obtained an overwhelming advantage during the short contact between them just then, but he was on par in strength with the three ancient wills. Of course, if he was in True Morning Dao World, the results would have been different.
The sun in the sky seemed to have been eternally fixed to dusk. It no longer rose, but it did not set either. Su Ming's eyes sparkled. He lowered his head to cast a glance at the island of the Fated Kin beneath him. Then, in silence, he walked into the distance.
The three ancient wills had not descended but had instead sent their thoughts over. If Su Ming chased after them, perhaps he would be able to locate the spot where the three wills slept.
But he had just returned to the Berserkers' world. He had not met many of his old friends yet, so he did not want to leave just then.
Su Ming walked in midair while the Dead Sea tumbled under his feet. He continued walking until an island basked in evening light appeared in the distance. It was slightly different from the one in Su Ming's memories, but he still recognized it. That was… Southern Swamp Island.
There was a long string of laughter coming from the seawater beyond the island. There was a boisterous note in that laughter, and when it traveled over to Su Ming, it attracted his attention.
He saw a sea dragon of around one thousand feet long roaring and tumbling around the Dead Sea. There was a man standing on its head. That man did not have a built stature but instead gave off an air of frailty. He was dressed in a white robe, and his gray hair fluttered in the wind. He had his right hand clenched tightly around the sea dragon's whiskers while he rammed his left fist at the center of the sea dragon's brow. One punch, then another, and another, which made the sea dragon let out shrill roars.
As he stared at the gray-haired, white-robed man, Su Ming's gaze focused, and a faint smile gradually appeared at the corners of his lips. Su Ming would not forget this person. It was…
"Grandpa Bai, you are invincible. You are the strongest in Southern Swamp, the best of all. We found ourselves some catch this time again. By the way, can I have this sea dragon, pretty please?"
A boy of around eight or nine years old on the island's beach clapped his hands and shouted loudly at the white-robed man who was hitting the sea dragon.
Beside the boy was a woman with a gentle look on her face. She looked at the boy with affection, then lifted her head with a smile before she looked towards the man who was hitting the sea dragon.
"You have a sweet mouth, lad."
Bai lifted his head and let out a boisterous laugh. With one move, he grabbed the dying sea dragon and charged at the island. When he drew close to the beach, he raised his right hand, then flung his arm. The one thousand feet long sea dragon was immediately lifted, and with a bang, it crashed against the beach. A large amount of sand flew into the air.
The man moved as well and appeared in front of the boy.
"Greetings, Senior Bai. This child is still immature, I hope you do not mind." The woman beside the boy immediately bowed while speaking softly.
The white-robed man patted the boy's head and said with a smile, "It's fine. This lad is an endearing one. Ya Jiu, I'll give you this sea dragon. Remember to extract the Life Crystal from it. That is an important item that can extend Berserkers' life."
The boy immediately cheered, looking very delighted. While she watched him, the loving look in the woman's eyes became greater.
At that moment, around a dozen long arcs swiftly approached from an area in Southern Swamp Island that was quite far away from the trio. They approached in an instant. Right in front of the group were three people. They could not see Su Ming, but Su Ming could see them.
He stared at the white-robed man and the woman beside the child. Then, he stared at the three people in front of the dozen something people coming towards the area, and nostalgia appeared on his face.
"Greetings, Senior Bai. We congratulate you on your return."
The trio were two men and one woman. They appeared to be in their middle-ages, but based on the ancient air about them, it could be seen that they were older than that.
The woman was clearly married to one of the men.
The other man was dressed in a green robe. He had a cold and aloof expression as if he did not feel anything. When he stood there, a chilling aura spread out from him, as if no living could get close to him.
The white-robed man looked at the only woman in the trio and said with a smile, "Zi Yan, lassie, your son has already taken away this sea dragon. Remember to extract the Life Crystal for him."
"Thank you, senior. My son is young. If he acts immaturely, I hope that you will not mind." Needless to say, the woman was Zi Yan. With a smile, she bowed to the white-robed man.
Su Ming stood in midair and stared at the people he was familiar with on Southern Swamp Island. He would never forget the old man named Bai. It was… Bai Chang Zai[1]. Su Ming had only met him several times before in the land of Berserkers, but he had left behind a deep impression on him.
When Su Ming saw him at that moment, he sensed an ancient air on him, and also saw the hints of time flowing away from him.
The boy was Zi Yan and Ya Mu's son. Based on his age, he should only have been born during the past few years. As for the woman by the boy's side… she was Wan Qiu. It could be no one else but her.
Just like in the past, she was still alone. Yet her arrogance was gone. She might not be anyone's wife, but right then, there was a gentle air akin to water about her.
As for Zi Che… perhaps Su Ming had influenced him too much when he stayed by his side in the past, and due to certain things that could not change, he had become increasingly colder. But Su Ming knew that with Zi Che's personality, there was a determined heart lying under the aloof exterior.
"Where… did Fang Cang Lan go?" Su Ming mumbled.
He looked at Southern Swamp Island, but could not find her. He then shook his head. He did not spread his divine sense to instantly search through the entire world of Berserkers.
It was not that he could not do it, but because he did not want to. There were certain times when knowing too much was a form of cruelty. If he cast his divine sense through the entire land of Berserkers, Su Ming would immediately know who was no longer living among his old friends.
But he did not want to know this. He would rather not know it.
'Oh well. She has her own life. There is in no way she would have continued waiting.'
Su Ming fell silent. He remembered Fang Cang Lan's petite figure while she stood on the mountain before he left the land of Berserkers in the past. She had looked like someone who would be gone when wind blew past her.
Su Ming lowered his head to cast a glance at Zi Che, then at the boy beside Wan Qiu.
'Ya Jiu… His given name is nine? I wonder if this nine is a form of remembrance towards the ninth summit…'
Su Ming remembered the bond broken between Zi Yan and his second senior brother. He sighed softly, then walked towards Southern Swamp Island's beach.
He did not move quickly. When his feet landed on Southern Swamp Island, the people there did not notice that an additional person had appeared among them. In fact, in their eyes, Su Ming did not exist.
Bai Chang Zai did not notice him, and neither did Zi Yan and Ya Mu. It was the same for Wan Qiu. Only Zi Che suddenly shuddered as if he had sensed something vaguely. He lifted his head and looked over, but he found nothing.
There was also… the boy. Since Su Ming wanted the boy to see him, the boy widened his eyes and saw Su Ming walking towards him on the beach.
Su Ming crouched down when he was beside the boy. He patted the boy's head and asked softly, "Your name is Ya Jiu?"
Translator's Note:
1. Bai Chang Zai: He was one of the guards on Sky Mist Barrier. Bai Chang Zai and Su Ming were both Divine Generals in the past, and because of it, Bai Chang Zai was very nice to Su Ming.
Chapter 1234: The Chinese Zither Was Like the Moon with Two Reflections on the Water
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Yeah, my name is Ya Jiu."
The boy was not afraid of strangers. Perhaps he could sense Su Ming's good will, which was why he spoke loudly.
Once he did it, the adults talking among themselves were immediately stunned. When they turned their heads around to look, they instantly discovered Ya Jiu talking to thin air.
The crowd was stunned, especially Bai Chang Zai. With a glint in his eyes, he spread his divine sense through into the area, but he found nothing extraordinary.
"Jiu Er, who were you speaking to?" Zi Yan took a few swift steps forward and arrived beside Ya Jiu to speak softly to him.
"There's a big brother here. He asked me whether I am Ya Jiu."
The boy blinked innocently and pointed at Su Ming. He did not know that his words immediately caused Zi Yan's expression to change, and Ya Mu's reaction was even more prominent. He might be a little slow on usual days, but at that moment, a freezing glare immediately appeared in his eyes, and he appeared swiftly in front of Ya Jiu.
Bai Chang Zai had murderous aura spread out from his entire body. With a cold sneer and a ghastly tone, he spoke to the empty spot.
"I didn't expect someone to arrive in Southern Swamp Island. Sir, since you are already here, why bother hiding? Please show yourself!"
"Grandpa Bai, that person has already left," Ya Jiu quickly said behind his father's back.
"He already left, and he gave me this. He said I was a good boy." Ya Jiu lifted his hand, and a white scale appeared on his palm.
That scale seemed incredibly normal, but the people in Southern Swamp Island were familiar with it. It was the one and only reverse scale of a sea dragon.
Bai Chang Zai's expression changed, and he turned around swiftly to stare at the sea dragon he had just captured. The spot where the reverse scale was originally located was now empty.
"That big brother is a very good person, and he even said that I'm smart. He gave me this gift, and he said that if I run into any danger when I grow up, this gift will help me neutralize the danger nine times."
The young Ya Jiu looked at his family around him, and his young voice rang in the air.
Zi Yan's face was pale. She could already imagine just how strong the person was if all of them could not notice him. After all, with Bai Chang Zai's power, even the old monsters among the nine great forces of power who were conferred titles of nobility during the era of the Fourth God of Berserkers were unable to conceal their presences to the point where Bai Chang Zai could not notice them.
Wan Qiu frowned and looked around her. She did not speak. Zi Che's eyes sparkled as if he was thinking about something. He stared into the distance.
Bai Chang Zai hesitated for a moment, then picked up the white scale from the young Ya Jiu's hand. Once he scrutinized it, his pupils shrank swiftly, and his breathing quickened.
This scene immediately caused the people around the area to become nervous.
Ya Mu hesitated for a moment before he said in a whisper, "Senior Bai…"
Bai Chang Zai was silent for a moment before he spoke in a solemn voice. "This person bears no ill-will. His… His level of cultivation has already surpassed what I can understand. Just this scale alone… gives me the feeling as if it can destroy me millions of times."
When he said those words, the people around the area sucked in a sharp breath. Zi Yan held Ya Jiu, and her expression changed several times. Ya Mu was slightly more level-headed while by her side, but there was still disbelief on his face.
Wan Qiu was still frowning, but due to Bai Chang Zai's words, the grave look in her eyes became stern.
Only Zi Che stared into the distance. No one knew what he was thinking.
"This person… I don't think he's a cultivator of our world. Even those old monsters in this world cannot reach this sort of level of cultivation. This is… a level which I simply cannot understand nor describe clearly. I can only sense that this person can destroy all of us Berserkers with one thought.
"And… this scale gives me a feeling as if my blood is boiling. All of you must have sensed it before. This is… giving me the exact same feeling.
"That's why I'm certain that this person… came from the world outside!" Bai Chang Zai's expression became even more solemn, and he appeared to be slightly worried.
The entire area descended into silence. Zi Yan and the others would not be skeptical of Bai Chang Zai's words, but it was precisely because of this that made them feel lingering fear in their hearts.
"Oh, I just remembered. Grandpa Bai, that big brother said you just need to put that scale at the center of your brow, and you will be able to recover from the internal injuries you sustained. He says to treat it as him repaying you for how kind you were to him in the past," the young Ya Jiu quickly said.
Upon hearing his words, the people in the area were stunned again. Bai Chang Zai's expression changed. Only he alone knew of his injuries. He'd had them for a long time, and they were a lurking problem that he could not get rid of, but with his level of cultivation, he simply could not find anyone who could help him with his injuries.
While he pondered over Ya Jiu's words, Bai Chang Zai's eyes shone. He placed the scale at the center of his brow without any hesitation. At the instant the scale touched his forehead, a bang shot out of Bai Chang Zai's body, and a gentle wave of power surged into his body from the scale. It swam a full circle in him and easily got rid of all the internal injuries that had bothered him for years without healing.
As his internal injuries disappeared, Bai Chang Zai's cultivation base increased by leaps and bounds, but this could not attract Bai Chang Zai's attention, because the young Ya Jiu's words still echoed in his mind.
"Repaying a kindness of the past… This person… Who?" Bai Chang Zai mumbled, but he simply could not remember anyone like that.
Wan Qiu crouched down and looked at Ya Jiu before she asked softly, "Jiu Er, tell me how that senior looked."
"He…"
Before the young Ya Jiu could finish speaking, Zi Che suddenly spoke by the side. "Master is back."
Zi Che did not mention the identity of the master he spoke of, but when he said those words, the expressions of all the people around him changed, and their breathing quickened swiftly. A single figure appeared in their heads.
"Also, that big brother asked me about a person called Fang Cang Lan. Who is she?"
…..
In an area in the sea not too far away from Southern Swamp Island was an island. It held a supreme status in the land of Berserkers… because this place was not just the main tribe of the Fated Kin, but also the Berserkers' holy land.
Living within the palace in a mountain was the current spiritual symbol of all the Berserkers in the land, the Berserker Consort.
Fang Cang Lan sat quietly in the empty palace. She had a noble status and was worshiped by countless Berserkers. In fact, the lives and deaths of the Fated Kin beyond the palace could be decided with just one sentence from her.
However, there was not a single hint of joy in her for holding such a position. She was bound to be lonely in the palace.
Only a select few among all the Berserkers knew her name. Among them were a few people in Southern Swamp Island and the powerful warriors in the tribes who were given their titles by Su Ming in the past.
The Berserker Consort did not need a name. She only needed the title of Berserker Consort. This was the price to maintain her mysteriousness. The Berserker Consort was just a symbol, a living statue. She could not belong to a tribe, and she could not let anyone know her name.
Belonging to a tribe or possessing a name would wash away the sacredness of the Berserker Consort. Yet the loneliness of sitting in a high place could allow all the Berserkers to place their hopes in their God of Berserkers from the bottom of their hearts.
And mystery was the best manifestation of a symbol. That was why the Berserker Consort had to remain mysterious.
Fang Cang Lan bore all of it by herself. She bore the loneliness of leaving Southern Swamp Island and ignoring all her tribe members wandering outside. She had gotten used to loneliness and staying quietly alone while playing the Chinese zither and having the notes serve as her company.
The dusk seemed to plan to stay eternally in the sky, as if the sun would never set. It was frozen in the sky, causing the light of dusk to shine on the ground. the soft rays shone through the window and landed quietly in the palace.
Fang Cang Lan sat quietly beside her Chinese zither and closed her eyes to continue playing a piece that sounded as if it were waiting for someone. The notes of the piece echoed in the air and seeped through the palace to fill the island. When it spread out, it also landed in Su Ming's ears, who was staring at Fang Cang Lan in a daze through the window while he stood in midair.
Su Ming had not come because he had sent his divine sense sweeping through the place. Instead, it was because the presence of the laws of fate in this place was the strongest out of all the other parts on the Dead Sea in the land of Berserkers, which was why when he was about to walk past this place, he cast a glance at the island, and when he did so, he could not avert his gaze.
He saw his own statue on the island and the Fated Kin next to it. He also saw the palace on the mountain. It was extraordinary, built in the typical style of a Berserkers' palace.
This was something Su Ming could be certain of… because he had seen Great Yu Palace before.
The palace on the mountain was the one and only palace in the islands on the Dead Sea in the land of Berserkers as of then, and if Su Ming could not tell the meaning behind it, he would be calling himself intelligent in vain.
Insilence, he walked into the island and trekked up the mountain. He entered the palace, which was the source of the peace, and stood beside Fang Cang Lan. She could not see him, but he could see her.
Fang Cang Lan was slightly older and no longer as beautiful as before, but her graceful gentleness was even more pronounced than before, causing all those who saw it to be unable to help themselves but get immersed.
Su Ming stood quietly beside Fang Cang Lan and listened to the story of the Chinese zither. The one thousand something years of loneliness and wait made him feel as if he had slowly returned to the past and had… lived through the thousand years with Fang Cang Lan.
After a long, long while, the piece came to a stop.
Once the song finished, the air within the palace immediately distorted. A figure appeared, and with an aloof face, the man lowered his head and bowed to Fang Cang Lan.
"Under the orders of the Berserker Consort, we have investigated the cause of our blood boiling previously. It happened not just in this place, but in all the regions in the land of Berserkers! This is definitely connected to the sun not setting in the world outside."
"Notify all the Fated Kin to activate the Berserker Protection Rune. Notify all the islands belonging to the Berserkers to be ready at all times… This is perhaps the signs of yet another beast swarm or the descent of ferocious beasts from the worlds beyond ours," Fang Cang Lan said faintly after a moment of thought.
As she spoke, a dignified air belonging solely to the Berserker Consort naturally surrounded her.
"I will obey your orders, Berserker Consort," the figure said calmly and instantly disappeared.
'Berserker… Consort…'
Su Ming was stunned, and then, for the first time since he returned to the Berserkers' world, he sent his divine sense outwards without any hesitation. He wanted to know the memories of the Berserkers in the Berserkers' world and to learn… the origins of the Berserker Consort.
Chapter 1235: Did Another Autumn Pass in the Dream
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Berserker Consort…"
"Greetings, Berserker Consort…"
"The nobility of the Berserker Consort is the glory of the Berserkers…"
Mixed memories surged into Su Ming from all directions when he spread his divine sense from the holy island. In the blink of an eye, he covered the entire Berserkers' world, and under his will, he obtained practically all the memories regarding the Berserker Consort from the Berserkers.
But they were incomplete, just bits and pieces. If Su Ming increased the power of his divine sense, he would definitely obtain all the answers he wanted, but the price for it… would be that most of the Berserkers would die because their divine senses would collapse.
After a long while, when the notes of the Chinese zither echoed in the air again, Su Ming retrieved his divine sense. Based on many people's memories, he saw that most of the Berserkers held the Berserker Consort in reverence.
She was a spiritual symbol for the Berserkers. From the amount of respect the Berserkers had for the Berserker Consort, Su Ming could tell that if Fang Cang Lan had not existed, the Berserkers, who had been like scattered sand, would have disappeared in the slaughter of their own kind during the one thousand something years.
Su Ming was silent. He did not obtain any concrete answers, but he did gain some understanding. With a hint of regret, he looked at Fang Cang Lan who sat by the Chinese zither and played the instrument to tell of her loneliness. Then, he lifted his right hand and swung his arm before him.
With it, time immediately started flowing in reverse in his mind.
Ten years ago… Fang Cang Lan stood beside her window and stared at the sun setting in the distance. There was a desolate air about her, along with a hint of loss. Behind her were the Fated Kin telling her things happening among the Berserkers in a whisper.
Twenty years ago… Fang Cang Lan played her zither. Her beautiful face was like a statue. She seemed to have really become a living statue.
Thirty years ago… envoys were sent from all the islands in the land of Berserkers to worship the God of Berserkers. Tens of thousands of people filled the holy land and worshiped Fang Cang Lan. The sounds of people calling out to the Berserker Consort echoed in the air and traveled through the passage of time to land in Su Ming's ears.
Forty years ago…
Fifty years ago… besides appearing once in a blue moon before the Berserkers, most of the time, Fang Cang Lan would stay in the palace and quietly play her zither while watching the sky outside through her window.
Two hundred years ago, the moonlight shining through the rain at night scattered on the sea, and it looked like the moon had turned into crystals. While by the window, Fang Cang Lan looked incredibly frail. She simply let the wind sweep up the rain and land on her body.
It rained all night…
Three hundred years ago. The usual calm look on Fang Cang Lan's face was no longer around. Occasionally, conflict would appear on her face, and Su Ming could also see uncertainty as well as a hint of resignation. Only the zither's company could allow her to calm down. It did not matter whether it was snow or rain, she would quietly live in the cage that did not seem like a cage.
Four hundred years ago…
Five hundred years ago…
Su Ming saw all that happened during the time Fang Cang Lan lived in the palace in reverse. He saw her acceptance return to being a silence, then her original struggles.
This was not training in isolation. If it was, then the period of one thousand something years might not have been a long time to get through. It would have been over in the blink of an eye, but this was a person living in a palace for a thousand something years. This period of time was enough to crush a person, especially when they were just a woman.
Six hundred years ago…
Seven hundred years ago…
When one thousand something years reversed before Su Ming's eyes, he saw how the palace was built, saw the Berserkers worship the place for one thousand something years, and saw Fang Cang Lan become the soul of the Berserkers when they were just scattered sand.
Su Ming came to understand why the power of the laws of fate was so great in the Berserkers' world. It was all… because of Fang Cang Lan.
Then, he saw the holy land of the Berserkers and the Fated Kin before the palace was built. Over there, he saw Man Ya, Xue Sha, Tian Qi, Wu Shuang, and Chi Lei Tian. These were the powerful warriors of the past whom Su Ming had given a place for their tribes to grow. They stood on the mountain with Fang Cang Lan, staring at the rise and fall of the sea in the distance.
By their side was a gentle-looking man. He was… Su Ming's second senior brother.
"I will leave now. I will leave the land of Berserkers to go to the worlds beyond… and search for my youngest junior brother, your God of Berserkers.
"I have to obey the Brand of the will left on me in the land. I do not know whether my memories will still be complete after I leave or whether I will lose some of them, but I have a feeling that when I leave this time, I will forget some things…
"My memories regarding the Berserkers will become much more clouded. This is the price. If I want to obtain great power, this is the price I have to pay for the Brand to be left on me by the will of the land…
"Right now, while I still have a clear mind and remember all my memories… I believe that the Berserkers need a symbol. I might not be a Berserker, but my youngest junior brother is the God of Berserkers. You… need a symbol that will allow the souls of your race to gather as one.
"She will be the Berserker Consort. With the status of the fourth God of Berserkers' concubine, she will stand above all people and gather together the scattered souls of the Berserkers. That is my suggestion."
…..
The scenes of the past shattered into bits and pieces before Su Ming's eyes, as if a mirror had been broken. The fragments disappeared into space like they had never existed.
Su Ming returned to the present. He returned to the moment when he stared at Fang Cang Lan, and the sounds of the Chinese zither reached his ears.
He saw Fang Cang Lan's entire story during the one thousand something years, saw the tears falling down from the corners of her eyes when she meditated at night, saw her waiting for him, and saw all that she gave up for the Berserkers.
This was a very determined woman, a woman who could sacrifice everything in her life for her Berserkers. Yet perhaps… she did not do all of this for the Berserkers, but more for Su Ming.
One thousand something years might not seem long, but such a time would seem long when a person could not see the end in sight, when they knew that what their future held was only a continuation of staying in a cage that was not a cage.
Perhaps… they would have to wait until the day the Dead Sea dried up.
Slowly, the woman who was now slightly older than she was in the past overlapped with the image of the woman who quietly watched him leave with the wind blowing in her face while she stood on a mountain on Southern Swamp Island in Su Ming's mind.
"I… am back," he said with a gentle expression.
The regret in his heart was growing stronger and stronger. When time went back one thousand years in his mind, the regret was so great that it buried itself deeply in his soul. He could not wipe it out, and it would not disappear.
Su Ming did not know what sort of emotions he harbored towards Fang Cang Lan. It did not matter whether it was in the past or the present, those feelings had settled in the passage of time, and right then, it had turned into wine that had been brewed for a thousand years.
Only those who personally drank the cup would know its taste. It turned into three words, and when Su Ming said them in a gentle voice, he still sounded hoarse.
The sounds of the Chinese zither came to an abrupt halt at that moment. Fang Cang Lan shuddered lightly. She lifted her head and slowly turned around to stare at the figure who had appeared at some unknown point in time beside her.
That figure had an unfamiliar face, and even his presence was unfamiliar, but the gentle look in its eyes was the exact same one she had seen an uncountable amount of times in her dreams.
Her expression was calm, but under it was an indescribable excitement and a myriad of complicated feelings. They turned into tears that flowed down the corners of her eyes for all the thousand years…
"We were linked through fate while we were under Han Mountain Bell…" Su Ming mumbled. He lifted his right hand and had his fingers weave through Fang Cang Lan's hair.
"We met each other on the ninth summit…" he said softly.
Fang Cang Lan bit the bottom of her lip and stared at Su Ming in a daze. She tried her best to remain calm, to stop her tears from flowing down, but she could not do it.
"The Berserkers and Shamans fought, and when we met again, the people were already scattered…"
Su Ming caressed Fang Cang Lan's hair and gently drew her into his embrace. When her head was buried in Su Ming's chest, he sensed her heartbeat and felt the anguish and the wait contained in her tears during the thousand years.
"We looked at each other from the distance while we were in Southern Swamp Island, and when I left, I once cast a glance in your direction from afar…"
Su Ming stared at the woman resting against his chest. The regret in his heart made him unable to say another word.
There were no longer any words for his love.
Who was it that had dragged out this yearning that lasted for a thousand something years? It lasted from the time when the continents were still around until the continents were submerged and they broke into islands… The beautiful moments of life only last for an instant, and they are absolutely not to be regarded as a first meeting…
The acquaintanceship they built in the past seemed to still remain, but as the world changed during the one thousand something years, it fell like dust falling into a river. Even if they searched for it, they would not find it.
Robes danced and fluttered in the wind and rain beyond the window. The moonlight crept in quietly, unable to help itself. Time sighed, stirring up the sadness of separation… There was nothing else that would add more sorrow.
Did another autumn pass by in the dream?
Fang Cang Lan's head was lowered and buried in Su Ming's chest. The things of the past could no longer be remembered clearly. She could not tell whether this moment was a dream, or just sadness…
She still sighed softly. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. They seemed to reflect the figure who had once danced with the wind on the mountain. It stood in the passage of time and waited until her beauty came to an end. Her sigh at that moment seemed to speak of all that she could not say.
But if that sigh moved past a person's life like a fleeting guest, then that person's heart would no longer be in pain. The sigh would also last for just an instant. It would not linger for more than three breaths… The two people could only sigh and lament that if they could relive their lives, then perhaps they would never get to know each other.
If they never met, then perhaps they would never owe each other and could be like orchids in a valley. They could watch the sky become empty, the earth grow old, the sea dry up, and the stones decay.
They could be free of their burdens. They could have a Chinese zither serve as their company while lying back against a chair as they sat under the moon with a smile. When they slept in the afternoon, they would wake up groggy. They could deceive their dreams and deceive their own emotions…
A faint fragrance came from Fang Cang Lang's long hair. Her sleeves were of a faint color, and her face clean. She did not wish for them to have been together in their past life or become so in the present,or their future lives. She had no desires. Her heart was calm… She felt no pain.
Su Ming held Cang Lan in his arms. Her frail body brought pain to him. It cut deep, but it had come a thousand years too late. Right then, the woman in his arms was no longer a gentle breeze that would disappear once it blew past him, like it did one thousand something years ago. Instead, she had seeped into the depths of his heart and become an eternal presence.
He could not see Cang Lan's eyes. She was staring at the palace's window while she lay against his chest. She stared at the color of dusk that would not disappear. The sun of autumn seemed to bring forth the yearning surrounding her for years, and she murmured a single sentence that had been buried in her heart for years, one that she had been unable to say in the past.
"I forgot all the vicissitudes of life, forgot the numerous living beings around me, forgot myself, but I still couldn't forget you…"
Chapter 1236: The God of Berserkers Returns!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
On that day, the sky had been blue. The color of twilight covered the sea which had no waves at that moment. Su Ming turned around and left, leaving behind the image of his back for Fang Cang Lan. While standing in the wind, she watched his solitary back gradually leave into the distance…
When he turned his head back, there was an ancient air about him. Times had changed, but the color of twilight was the same, the sea was like before… and so was the woman of the past still watching in silence, allowing the wind to blow against her and the rain to fall on her. Years passed, but she never expressed any resentment.
Fang Cang Lan held onto Su Ming tightly and did not want to let go. She was afraid that if she did, another thousand years would pass.
The two of them hugged each other quietly in the Berserker Consort's palace.
"When… are you leaving?" After a long while, Fang Cang Lan's weak voice echoed quietly in the silent palace.
"I will leave again, but when I do it this time… I will take you and all the Berserkers with me," Su Ming said softly. He watched the woman in his arms lift her head. Their gazes met, and gradually, a gentle smile appeared on her face.
She might no longer be in her prime years, but her beauty had already entered Su Ming's mind. Her smile was incredibly pretty.
Fang Cang Lan left Su Ming's embrace and quietly sat down by her Chinese zither. Her piece gradually echoed in the ancient palace once more. However, her song this time was no longer dreary and lonely. Instead, there was love in every single note she played. They drifted into the air and spread over the sea.
Su Ming sat by the side and watched her quietly. A pot of wine had appeared at some unknown point in time in his hand. He would occasionally take a sip from it, and gradually, he grew tipsy, but no one knew whether he was tipsy due to the song, the wine, or the smile of the person who was playing the zither.
The evening did not end in the world outside nor did the sound of the waves diminish. It was as if they had become eternal presence along with that moment of beauty.
This was the first time Su Ming… truly felt calm in his heart after the years he spent roaming outside. He was immersed in the song and wine while sitting beside a beautiful woman. The feeling was indeed like a pot of wine that had been sitting around for a thousand years. At the very end, it turned into nectar that could cause a person to be drunk even if they just took a sniff from it.
But if they savored it, they would find that this was not wine, but was instead gentle water.
If Bai Ling was Su Ming's first love, then this love was like springwater. It was sweet and could not be forgotten, but he could only remember that sweetness as well as his delight when he took that springwater out.
The spring would dry one day. It would not last.
If Xu Hui was wine, then that pot of wine would definitely be very strong. Once he drank it, he would feel fire in his heart, and it would burn his entire body like passion, making it impossible for him to forget it, but strong liquor was usually drunk while a person was sad, and because of it, that person would also feel as if that passion would not last long.
Yu Xuan was dew. She was the droplets of water that would appear every morning, bringing with her beauty, crystalline light, coldness, and tender affection. She was difficult to forget, and neither did he want to forget her.
But she was different from Cang Lan's gentle water-like presence. It could seep even through stone as it fell for a thousand years. Due to its gentle strength, it could refine all manner of steel. It was a gentle persistence that made her the only person he would see when he turned his head back.
Under this tranquility and in his slightly intoxicated state, Su Ming stared at the woman before him. He knew that her protection of the place over the years had prevented the souls of the Berserkers from scattering and instead unified them. They might look like they weren't together due to the islands, but they had never been as united as they were then.
Perhaps there were some conflicts among the Berserkers between the islands and some of them might still fight against each other with Arts… but if any foreign enemy arrived, the current Berserkers would fight as one.
"It's time for me to tell everyone that I am back."
Su Ming's gaze landed on the color of dusk beyond the window. He gently placed the pot of wine down, and during that instant, when the notes from the Chinese zither echoed in the air, the presence of the Berserkers in Su Ming's body erupted with a bang.
It was the Berserkers' presence as well as the God of Berserkers' presence. This was the purest form of the Berserkers' lineage power Su Ming could release after he obtained the will of the Antecedental Spirits belonging to the Great Berserker Tribe.
During that moment, the power of the Berserkers filled him, and the one hundred million souls of the Great Berserkers let out soundless cheers. They echoed in the air and stirred up Su Ming's presence of a Berserker. It surged into the heavens from the palace whose name was the God of Berserkers Palace and where the Berserker Consort lived.
At the instant Su Ming's presence of the God of Berserkers erupted from him and the one hundred million souls of the Berserkers in his body cheered, a feeling that made the Berserkers' blood boil rose with a bang from the island.
The presence of the God of Berserkers roared. As the clouds surged, lightning sliced through the air. Loud booming sounds descended like the might of heaven. Thunder echoed in the air, causing the hearts of all Berserkers on the islands of the Dead Sea to shudder simultaneously.
The first to sense it were the Fated Kin. As they shuddered, their blood started boiling in an unprecedented manner. When their blood started circulating rapidly, their hearts trembled every time their blood completed an entire circuit in them.
Excitement appeared on their faces. They could sense a power that caused their blood to boil very clearly, and it was a power that all of them were familiar with. It was the power of the god of the Fated Kin, which was located in every statue on their islands.
The Fated Kin on all the islands raised their heads, and with excitement appeared on their faces, they flew up into the air. One of them was an old man who had lived during Su Ming's era. At that moment, he let out the strongest cry in his life.
"The Progenitor has returned! This is the Progenitor's presence! This is the presence of all the Fated Kin's god!
"Worship our god! All the Fated Kin, follow this presence and greet our god!"
All Su Ming's statues on the Fated Kin's islands looked as if they had turned into his clones at that moment, and his presence erupted from them even greater than before. All the Berserkers were enveloped within Su Ming's will of the God of Berserkers.
The bottom of the Dead Sea was like a layer of mud that had no end. During that instant, a hand shot out from there. It was filled with a power that seemed like it wanted to tear apart the sky. When the hand furled into a fist, it could be seen that it was trembling slightly. The bottom of the sea roared then, and a figure rushed out of the mud.
It was an old man. He had a head full of white hair, but his eyes sparkled brightly. When he appeared, a huge whirlpool immediately appeared in the sea. The man rushed out from it, leaving the bottom of the sea. When he reached the surface, excitement could be seen on his face. If Su Ming could see it right then, he would definitely find him familiar.
It was Nan Gong Hen!
He was the tribe leader of the Fated Kin, Nan Gong Hen!
"It's Su Ming's presence! This is our benefactor's presence, our Progenitor's presence!"
Nan Gong Hen trembled. His first smile over the past one thousand something years appeared on his face. This was the first time during that whole time that he egressed, and all of it was because of Su Ming's presence.
With excitement, Nan Gong Hen moved without hesitation and turned into a long arc that charged towards the source of the presence—the Berserkers' holy land.
Su Ming's presence of the God of Berserkers was still spreading outwards. It influenced the Fated Kin and then all the Berserkers on all the islands.
Even the Shamans and some of the other races were affected. After all, regardless of what race they belonged to, as long as they lived in the land of Berserkers, their ancestors were still Berserkers.
As their blood boiled, they felt as if their Qi was burning. Every Berserker could sense something calling to them. It was… the God of Berserkers calling to them. There was a desire within them to worship their presence in their hearts, blood, and souls.
Multiple figures rushed swiftly into the sky and flew according to the lead provided to them by their blood and the call of their God of Berserkers. They wanted… to worship him!
No one doubted whether this was false, because there was only one answer as to how everyone felt the exact same burning of their blood.
"The God of Berserkers… has returned!"
Excited roars echoed in the air. Most of those voices came from old people. They had experienced this before, which was why they flew up without hesitation.
Fang Mu and Yan Luan were feeding a frail teenager a medicinal core on an unnamed island when, their hearts trembled. The boiling of their blood and the voice calling to them caused Fang Mu to turn around without hesitation and charge towards the holy land for the first time in his life.
Bai Chang Zai and the others had been in a hall in Southern Swamp Island. They were all silent as if waiting for something. When their blood started boiling, excitement appeared on all of their faces. They did not speak, but rushed out of the hall at full speed… to their holy land.
At the same time, while Man Ya, one of the powerful warriors who had been given his status by Su Ming in the past, was in a secret chamber within Berserker Fang Tribe, who had occupied an entire island to call their own, shuddered slightly. There was no hesitation on his face, but an excited look that had never been seen before on his face. He rushed out from his isolation grounds and flew into the sky while he stirred up loud booming sounds.
"The Berserkers… will rise to power. The God of Berserkers has returned! He has returned!"
Man Ya, who was so old that he looked as if he had just walked out of his coffin, sensed his blood boiling in an intensity much stronger than it did in the past. He threw his head back and laughed.
The Elder of Goldenrain Mountain Tribe, Wu Shuang, who was another powerful warrior personally given his title by Su Ming, laughed long and hard while he was on his island.
"All those in Goldenrain Mountain Tribe, hear me! Come with me to worship the God of Berserkers. Our God… has returned!"
The Great Tribe of Surging Cloud Tribe's Elder, Xue Sha and the Great Clan Elder of All Entities Clan, Tian Qi laughed in excitement at that moment and rushed out of their isolation grounds as well. They led their tribes and clans with them, and just like in the past, they went forth to greet their God of Berserkers.
"The God of Berserkers has returned! This presence belongs to the Fourth God of Berserkers! Bastards, come with me! I, Chi Lei Tian, am going to greet our God!"
Due to Su Ming's presence of the God of Berserkers spreading outwards, all the Berserkers had their blood burn and boil in an unseen manner. The God of Berserkers' call turned into an excitement that existed in every single Berserkers' heart.
It was a great desire for the Berserkers to rise to power, a madness that could allow them to give up on everything for the Berserkers. At that moment, all those who could fly turned into long arcs that rushed from all directions to the Berserkers' holy land from where the voice calling to them came.
The long arcs shot through the air in a manner that shocked the heavens. Everyone was rushing to worship their God!
Chapter 1237: People From Everywhere Came Forth for Worship
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Regardless of whether they were his old friends or the new powerful warriors that rose to power during the past one thousand years, all the Berserkers turned into a long arc at that instant. They covered the entire sky, and from a distance, they were an incredibly magnificent sight.
Long arcs shot through the sky. Whistling sounds echoed in the air and shook the sky as well as the earth as the long arcs charged to the God of Berserkers Palace, where Su Ming was.
When the blood of all the Berserkers boiled and they charged through the sky, the countless sea creatures in the Dead Sea started showing signs of restlessness and uneasiness. They were not happy about Su Ming's presence of the God of Berserkers spreading out.
Most of the sea creatures in the Dead Sea were large, and their numbers were numerous. Regardless of whether they were sea dragons or Dead Sea Giants, their numbers had diminished during the conflicts they had with the Berserkers over the course of the past one thousand something years because they had suffered large numbers of casualties, but their numbers were still not small.
The beast swarms time and again had made the sea creatures in this land much stronger than they were one thousand something years ago, but even so, they still started trembling, intimidated by Su Ming's presence. They hid themselves at the bottom of the sea and did not dare to rush out.
They could sense how terrifying Su Ming was from the presence he exuded. It was a power that brought them despair, because it could wipe out their entire race, which was why even though most of the Berserkers had left their islands, not a single sea creature dared to cause any trouble at that moment.
The sky roared. Su Ming stood in the God of Berserkers Palace and stared at Fang Cang Lan. His presence spread outwards, sending out a call to the Berserkers. He sent all the Berserkers' blood boiling, and in just a few days, a large number of Berserkers continuously came forth to greet him.
Fang Cang Lan lifted her head and stared at Su Ming while she asked softly, "Have you made your decision?"
"I came back with the intention of bringing all the Berserkers away from this place… to make the Berserkers rise to power in the world outside," Su Ming said slowly while nodding.
Fang Cang Lan smiled softly and did not continue with her line of questioning. Instead, she closed her eyes and continued playing the zither. The notes lingered for a long time in the air, refusing to leave.
The first batch of cultivators who came to greet Su Ming were the Fated Kin. Almost at the instant the notes from the zither echoed in the air, the voices of nearly ten thousand cultivators beyond the God of Berserkers' Palace turned into waves of sound that rumbled in the air with respect, ardor, and excitement.
"We, the holy land's Fated Kin, guards of the God of Berserkers Palace, greet… the Progenitor of the Fated Kin… our God!"
Their voices roared and echoed in all directions, shaking the sky and earth as well as stirring up waves in the sea. When they reverberated through the air, Su Ming stood by the window. His robes danced as they were blown by the wind. The light of dusk shone on the land, and he saw nearly ten thousand Fated Kin worshiping him in excitement in the area outside.
He did not speak. The Fated Kin knelt down in worship simultaneously, and once they spoke together, they fell into uniform silence. It was like if Su Ming did not speak, they would continue kneeling in this manner for all eternity.
As they knelt, the wisps of pure power belonging to laws of fate in them became something akin to the fires of their beliefs. They could not see it, only Su Ming could. Those wisps of power charged swiftly towards him. Once they fused into his body, they allowed his cultivation base to increase a little.
In truth, there was still quite a lot of power of laws of fate like this in the world. Even though Su Ming had absorbed about the same number of laws of fate in the past, the purity of these laws of fate was comparable to about one hundred million six thousand laws of fate in the world outside.
But Su Ming would not absorb these laws of fate right then. The power of the laws of fate filled up in the world would serve as an important aid to him when he shifted the Berserkers' world out of Yin Death Vortex.
The notes of the Chinese zither echoed in the air. About two hours later, long arcs charged through the sky and approached the palace in the blink of an eye. They turned into hundreds of Berserkers. The person in the lead of the group was Bai Chang Zai, and behind him were Zi Yan, Zi Che, and Ya Mu. There was also Wan Qiu, who was staring at Su Ming while he was in God of Berserkers Palace.
"The Berserkers of Southern Swamp Island greet our Lord God of Berserkers. We welcome your return!"
Bai Chang Zai sucked in a deep breath. Su Ming might be a junior of his, but as time passed, Su Ming had become the God of Berserkers. To him, this was an existence that stood above all else in the land of Berserkers. Regardless of whether it was his heart or his emotions, Bai Chang Zai only had great respect for him. There was also faint waves of excitement in his heart.
As he spoke, the hundreds of cultivators on Southern Swamp Island shouted their greetings simultaneously. Just like the Fated Kin, once they greeted him, they chose not to get up. They waited for Su Ming's orders and for all the other Berserkers who would arrive in this place during the next few days.
There were thick waves of laws of fate charging swiftly from these hundreds of people to Su Ming too. As if they were in perfect harmony, Su Ming absorbed them perfectly, and they turned into a part of his cultivation base to nourish his soul.
Su Ming stared at Bai Chang Zai and the people he was familiar with behind him. A faint smile appeared on his face. The notes from the zither echoed in his ears, but he still did not speak and only continued waiting.
Due to dusk never ending, even if it was midnight, evening rays still shone on the ground outside. Long arcs continued appearing in the world. They were all from Berserkers who lived on islands not too far away from the holy land.
When he cast his gaze over there, Su Ming counted tens of thousands of them. When they approached the God of Berserkers Palace in the holy land, they immediately knelt down towards God of Berserkers Palace.
"We… greet the God of Berserkers!"
The power of the laws of fate that erupted from those tens of thousands of people seemed to blot out the world when Su Ming looked over. When they bowed to him, the power gathered on Su Ming, and a light bang shot up in his head.
The laws of fate instantly fused with him, and not only did Su Ming's cultivation base increase a little, his soul also become much stronger. Su Ming's will also obtained a great number of benefits from it.
'The power of the laws of fate. The laws of external fate and internal fate. These beliefs are like fire. They can make my will become much stronger… This is the cultivation method that is only available to Antecedental Spirits. This is the will of the Antecedental Spirit. It might seem similar to Fate Realm, but it is much stronger than Fate Realm!
'If I can become an Ancestral Spirit in the future, I will be able to absorb even more benefits.'
Su Ming listened to the notes of the zither by his ears and sensed his cultivation base, soul, and his will growing stronger without stop. A smile appeared on his face.
The tens of thousands of Berserkers in the world outside were worshiping him at that moment. They did not move. When the second day arrived, the color of dusk in the world outside did not change, but another ten thousand people appeared in the sky. Su Ming could also see more figures charging towards him from all over the place.
"I, Nan Gong Hen, greet our benefactor!"
A long arc swiftly approached at a speed that surpassed all others. As his excited voice echoed in the air, Nan Gong Hen's old face appeared. He stared at Su Ming in God of Berserkers Palace. His memories seemed to have brought him back to the moment Su Ming brought them out of the World of Nine Yin in the past.
"The Berserkers of Heavenly Scar Island greet our God of Berserkers!"
"Moon Setting Island greets our God of Berserkers!"
"Swallow Mountain Island greets our Lord God of Berserkers!"
Voices constantly echoed in the air. Tens of thousands of Berserkers approached the island, and the sounds of greetings rose and fell. A large number of laws of fate surged into Su Ming's heart and lingered there for a long time without leaving.
"I, Man Ya, greet the Fourth God of Berserkers. Welcome back, God of Berserkers!"
An old voice mixed with another batch of tens of thousands of Berserkers approached from the sky. It was full of excitement, and it belonged to Man Ya, one of the powerful warriors who had chased the Immortals out of the land of Berserkers with Su Ming.
"I, Wu Shuang, greet our Lord God of Berserkers!"
"I, Tian Qi, have managed to meet our Lord God of Berserkers once more in my life! Welcome back, Your Grace!"
"I, Chi Lei Tian, greet the God of Berserkers!"
"I am Xue Sha, and my mountain will only be opened to you, God of Berserkers! Sir, do you still remember me?!"
As the powerful warriors who fought together with Su Ming against the Immortals in the past appeared, the Berserkers who had gathered around him numbered to more than three hundred thousand.
Yet more long arcs charged forward from the distance. Su Ming watched all of it with his heart filled with excitement. His cultivation base became stronger as the laws of fate fused into him. His soul rippled, and it became much stronger than before. His will was contained in every single corner in the land of Berserkers.
When the third day was over, there were nearly six hundred thousand Berserkers outside the God of Berserkers Palace in the holy land. Regardless of whether these people came early or late, they would worship him.
When Su Ming cast his gaze over them, he found that the world was packed with people. The power of the laws of fate they exuded had already covered the sky and seas, causing the evening rays of light to no longer be able to seep through them.
Six hundred thousand Berserkers were gathered together. The aura of Berserkers spreading out from their bodies shocked the sky and earth, causing the world to look as if it was trembling. These cultivators could be said to be the current elites among the Berserkers.
During that moment, Su Ming sucked in a sharp breath. When he turned around, the gate to God of Berserkers Palace opened with a bang. As the door to the palace swung open, the six hundred thousand Berserkers bowing and worshiping him in the area immediately lifted their heads and turned their gazes to the palace's gates.
Gradually, they saw a figure walk out of the door. Behind it was Fang Cang Lan.
Su Ming stood outside the palace. It was difficult for the rays of evening light to land on his body. He stared at all the Berserkers in the area, and after a short period of silence, he said his first sentence before all the Berserkers.
"I, Su Ming, the Fourth God of Berserkers, the Progenitor of the Fated Kin, have returned!"
His voice was not loud, but it made the thunder roar in the sky and the Dead Sea howl. It shook the hearts of all the Berserkers, and their blood instantly reached a boiling point.
"God of Berserkers!"
"God of Berserkers!!"
"God of Berserkers!!!"
The roars from the six hundred thousand Berserkers filled up the world at that moment as if they had become sounds that would echo through the entire land of Berserkers.
"I am back to bring all of you… to power!"
Su Ming's voice echoed in the air. The instant the six hundred thousand Berserkers roared, he swung his arm, then lifted it to point at the setting sun in the distance.
With it, Su Ming's will charged forth swiftly and enveloped the entire Berserkers' world. It turned into an unseen force that caused the setting sun to rise, as if he wanted to make it… into the sun shining brightly in the sky.
"I will take all of you, the entire Berserkers' world, and leave Yin Death Region. I will bring all of you to the True World beyond this place. That is… my True World!"
Chapter 1238: Unable to Withstand Even A Single Hit!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The hearts of the six hundred thousand cultivators trembled simultaneously when Su Ming's voice echoed in their ears. Their blood boiled strongly in their bodies the moment they saw Su Ming lift his right hand and point at the setting sun in the sky.
At that instant, the sun in the distance seemed to shudder, as if it had to submit to his will. From its initial frozen state, it gradually rose, and slowly, the setting sun turned into the crimson sun of the noon!
This scene stunned all the Berserkers. As their hearts were in shock, an indescribable excitement stirred up in them, and their fanaticism towards Su Ming reached its extreme, because they saw the strength of the God of Berserkers.
It was especially so for those who had never met Su Ming before. They had lived with the legends of the Gods of Berserkers for a thousand something years, and the Fourth God of Berserkers depicted there was matchless. He was the God of all Berserkers in the world.
The legend was already deeply ingrained in all the Berserkers' mind. No one would be skeptical of it, especially since Su Ming's actions at that moment had turned into a Brand, causing all the Berserkers' breathing to quicken. When excitement appeared on their faces, they knew that the legends… were real.
In fact, the God of Berserkers before their eyes was much stronger than what the legends depicted.
The ability to move mountains and rivers was nothing, and so was the ability to overturn the weather. Even the ability to pluck the stars and moon from the sky was nothing. What Su Ming was doing at that moment already surpassed the limits of what those words could describe. He was… reversing the trajectory of the sun and changing the laws in the world, causing the sun, which was originally supposed to set to move in reverse and rise to be a proud sun shining in the sky.
To Su Ming, this was nothing difficult, and it seemed to be entirely unnecessary, but he wanted all the Berserkers to see this, because this had a greater power behind it compared to him saying that he wanted to make the Berserkers rise to power. He compared the sun to the Berserkers and made them personally see it rise.
By doing so, he could leave behind a powerful Brand in their hearts. It would allow them to gather under one single will, and that will… would help them raise to power.
Just like how second senior brother, Man Ya, and the other powerful warriors had made Fang Cang Lan into the Berserker Consort to become the spiritual symbol of the Berserkers for the past thousand something years, Su Ming used his own method to become the spiritual symbol of all Berserkers during at that instant. He became a corporeal power that could cause the heavens to roar.
At the same time as the sun in the sky slowly rose up with the movement of Su Ming's finger, the excited cheers from all the Berserkers' mouths echoed in all directions and reverberated through the entire world.
"God of Berserkers!"
"God of Berserkers!!"
"God of Berserkers!!!"
The power of the laws of fate coming from the Berserkers surged into the sky under their ardor and excitement. It caused the entire world to become hazy, and it instantly surged at Su Ming.
Almost at the same time the sun in the sky rose up, three enraged wills stirred up in the depths of Yin Death Vortex, right beyond the Berserkers' World. The three wills did not wake up completely. Their movements were still a bit stiff, but they did not hesitate in the slightest bit. In an instant, they spread out and charged towards the Berserkers' world.
The three wills were the ancient wills which had forced Su Ming to head to the Barren Lands of Divine Essence. They had existed for an unknown number of years, and there was an ancient, decaying air about them. At that moment, the wills that rushed out were still not the original wills, but their Divine Clones.
It was not that they were looking down on Su Ming, but every single time they fell asleep, they would need a long period of time to wake up completely. Right then, only a part of them had woken up.
They had paid a high amount of attention to Su Ming right from the moment he appeared, so they had already started to go through the process of waking up.
However, they would need time to do it. If an enemy approached them, they would be able to immediately wake up under that stimulation; otherwise, they needed quite some time to completely wake up.
The Divine Clones sent by the three wills instantly found the entrance to the land of Berserkers, and without any hesitation, they charged in with a bang, but at the instant they wanted to descend in the land of Berserkers, Su Ming lifted his head while standing outside the God of Berserkers Palace in the holy land and snorted coldly.
With it, he immediately stirred up the power of the laws of fate in the Berserkers' world that were equivalent to one hundred million and six thousand something laws of fate in the world outside. They filled the air and immediately turned into ripples that could not be seen. With loud bangs that no one else could hear, they charged towards the three wills.
The spread of the ripples shocked the three wills greatly. They did not care about the ripples of the laws of fate, but the will contained in them contained a mighty pressure that caused them to be apprehensive. When they crashed into it without using any form of divine abilities, the entire sky darkened.
The three wills were instantly made to scatter, because their original wills were still in the process of waking up. The three Divine Clones did not possess too much intelligence. They only had their instincts. The moment they were made to scatter, they instinctively gathered together before splitting into three portions.
The first rushed into the air and stepped into Yin Death Vortex from the entrance to the land of Berserkers. Then, it let out a roar that traveled into most of the dimensions in Yin Death Vortex.
The next instant, responses came from more than one hundred dimensions, and a large number of living beings with all sorts of appearances rushed out from them. Based on the direction from which the roar came and the orders of the ancient will, they charged towards the Berserkers' world.
The second charged into the Dead Sea. At the instant it fused into it, the will split into billions of parts that seeped into each of the sea creatures' bodies. In an instant, they shuddered and let out roars that caused the Dead Sea to howl.
As they howled, the Dead Sea tumbled about violently. It looked like it was boiling. The sea creatures rushed out swiftly and threw their heads back to roar. Their eyes were bloodshot. Madness appeared on their faces. The Dead Sea Giants roared and the sea dragons contorted as if they were suffering an incredible pain that could only be alleviated by slaughter.
As for the third, it did not rise into the sky nor dive into the sea. This portion of the will was the largest of the three, and it could be said that the other two could not fight against it.
The will formed a fog figure that was dressed in black robes. The area where its eyes were shone with an aloof red light. The man was in midair, and he had his eyes fixed on Su Ming.
"You… should not… have come back…"
A hoarse voice that sounded like sandpaper traveled out of the black-robed figure in the fog. Due to most of the three wills being contained within it, he had obtained some semblance of intelligence and retained some memories. When he spoke, the entire land of Berserkers was swiftly enveloped in a layer of cold. A boundless, mighty pressure descended as well, causing the rising sun to stop for a moment.
A hint of derision appeared at the corners of Su Ming's lips. He swung his right hand swiftly, and with it, the rising sun instantly let out a bang and crushed all the external pressure cast on it. In a moment, it rose into the sky, and when it reached the highest spot in the sky, the light shining from it was that of morning light!
It covered one hundred thousand feet, and it symbolized the Berserkers' rise to power. It also symbolized the power to chase away all the darkness when it ran into the obstructions that would prevent it from rising.
The Dead Sea tumbled and loud oars shook the sky. The waves that surged up from the surface of the sea were thousands of feet tall, as if the entire sea had turned into a form of life that was roaring at that moment.
Countless sea creatures howled with bloodshot eyes while swimming near the surface. If anyone cast their gazes over then, they would find that the sea creatures were like a swarm on the endless sea. They had formed large hordes, and there was no end to them. Before Su Ming returned, this would have definitely become a disaster for all the Berserkers.
Perhaps they would have eventually been able to get through the disastrous beast swarm, but the price for that victory would have definitely been high. The previous ones were only about three-tenths this size. This was the greatest beast swarm from the Dead Sea over the past one thousand something years in the history of the Berserkers.
Anyone would be able to predict that countless islands would be submerged. Perhaps some would appear again, but some would eternally be submerged in water. The children and elderly would also die incredibly miserable deaths…
But all of this would have happened before Su Ming returned!
Right then, contempt appeared at the corners of Su Ming's lips, and a few faint words reached the ears of the anxious six hundred thousand cultivators around him.
"Power of a candle."
When Su Ming spoke, he lifted his left hand and pushed down swiftly at the Dead Sea.
With it, all the laws of fate in the Berserkers' world gathered swiftly on the Dead Sea. A huge hand manifested there. It immediately swelled up madly and reached a boundless state. It was difficult to describe its size with words. No one in this place could tell precisely how big it was.
They were already so shocked that their minds had already become blank.
But if there was a person standing at the highest point in the land of Berserkers, they could obtain a full view of the entire place with a bird's eye view when they looked down. Like that, they would be able to see that the hand that appeared above the Dead Sea… was the size of the land of Berserkers.
It was formed by Su Ming's will of heaven, which was the power of the laws of fate belonging to the Berserkers and Su Ming's will of an Antecedental Spirit. It was also… the God of Berserkers' palm that could protect all Berserkers!
The palm lines on the hand were like mountains, and the veins in it were like rivers. When it pushed down, the howling sea dragons let out shrill screams of pain as their bodies were instantly crushed. The roaring Dead Sea Giants tried to fight back, but their bodies were suppressed to the point they exploded and turned into a bloody mess. It dyed the seawater, giving it a purple hue.
The other sea creatures, of whom there were one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, and more than ten million, all collapsed with shrill roars as the huge hand pushed down on them, causing the Dead Sea… to turn into a purple sea at that moment!!
Those creatures were so weak… that they could not even withstand a single hit!
The purple hue in the sea was a color formed when the original black of it fused with a large amount of fresh blood. There was a malicious air to that color, and the sky seemed to reflect it.
At that moment, the entire world fell silent…