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Chapter 1239: One Slash to Seal Heaven.

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The murderous aura shook the heavens!

As millions of sea creatures died, the murderous aura around Su Ming's body became much greater, making him appear to be much more sinister. At the same time, it allowed all the six hundred thousand Berserkers in the area to see Su Ming's brutal side.

It was just like the time when Man Ya, Chi Lei Tian, and all the old men who had once followed him chased away all the Immortals. At that time, they had seen Su Ming's cold-hearted side, while this time the new Berserkers got to witness the brutality of their God of Berserkers.

As their hearts trembled due to shock, they understood just how cold their God of Berserkers was to their enemies. Their hearts shook when they thought about it, and it turned into an eternal Brand.

Even when the sea creatures died and the Dead Sea turned purple, the giant hand did not stop moving for a single moment. It pushed down on the surface of the Dead Sea. When it sank, the seawater shuddered and continued dispersing.

Su Ming wanted to put an end to all of the sea creatures, to destroy all signs of them, including the larvae as well as the environment providing them a means of survival. He wanted to crush all of it with one attack.

A large amount of seawater scattered away. Purple and red fog rose in large amounts from it. Several breaths later, when a shocking bang shot into the air, the huge hand disappeared.

At that moment, the land of Berserkers… no longer had a sea!

The continents that had been submerged were revealed along with… the ruins of Great Yu Palace and Eastern Wastelands Tower used for passing down their legacy!

At that moment, the sounds of something ripping apart came from the sky. Piercing roars echoed in the air, and in an instant, blurry images appeared in the sky. They were the fierce creatures who were summoned to the Berserkers' world from the other worlds in Yin Death Vortex.

Among them was the two-headed living creature Su Ming had seen before as well as various other living beings with all sorts of appearances. All of them descended with killing intent seeping out of them.

They arrived in large numbers. At the instant they looked like they were about to descend from the sky like pouring rain, Su Ming let out a cold harrumph and swung his arm. In an instant, the fog from the Dead Sea charged swiftly into the sky.

"Seal!" Su Ming said faintly.

With just one word, the purple fog covered the sky and turned into a huge ring. It twisted to form a complicated runic symbol and a venous pathway. Right when the creatures from the worlds beyond wanted to charge down, the symbol was Branded in the sky.

The sea had been incredibly big, and now it covered the sky of the entire Berserkers' world. Once it turned into a seal, booming sounds rang out. All the ferocious beings in the world outside no longer had even a sliver of a chance to charge in. They were all blocked out from the land of Berserkers.

All those who tried to break through the seal forcefully screamed shrilly in pain the moment they touched the seal. Their bodies withered swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, everything about them was destroyed, like how clouds would be scattered by the wind.

One palm. One seal.

There was no longer anything in the sky or earth that could pose a threat to the Berserkers. It was over in a moment, just like a fleeting, gentle breeze. Su Ming cast his gaze on the black-robed figure in the fog who had been stunned by the proceedings.

"You are just a mere Divine Clone. You are not my opponent."

Su Ming cast the black-robed figure an indifferent glace, then took a step forward. At the moment he did so, the black-robed figure moved back swiftly. What little intelligence he had allowed him to sense the level of danger Su Ming posed to him. His was a terrifying strength that could wipe him out.

But the instant he wanted to move back, Su Ming arrived right next to him without stirring up a single ripple, causing the air to distort, making a sound, or the black-robed figure noticing him at all. He lifted his right hand and pushed his palm against the other.

Boom!

The black-robed figure was torn to shreds, turning into a large amount of fog that tumbled backwards. He gathered together swiftly when he was a hundred thousand feet away. His red eyes were fixed on Su Ming, and great wariness showed in them.

"If you want to destroy me, then unless you have a will that surpasses my original will, it is impossible for you to harm even a strand of hair on my head. Su Ming… You're indeed very powerful… but you're not powerful enough to kill me just yet!"

The black-robed figure's words might have still been hoarse, but he was more articulate than before. Clearly, the awakening of the three wills was near the end.

Su Ming did not know any of this. Even if he knew, he would not have bothered with it. He had returned to the land of Berserkers with the intention of causing a huge ruckus and learning about many secrets anyway.

At that moment, he snorted coldly and took another step forward.

The black-robed figure in the fog lifted his hands and formed a seal before pushing his palms forward. With it, his voice echoed in the air.

"Water of the east!

"Metal of the west!

"Fire of the north!

"Wood of the south!

"Earth of the center!"

The black-robed figure in the fog spoke quickly. At the instant he finished saying the five sentences, five balls of fog appeared in front of him. As they distorted, they turned into the shapes of a sword, vase, wooden pressure point board, timber, and black earth. They swiftly surrounded him, and it looked like they fused together to form a round screen of light resembling a Rune. It instantly charged towards Su Ming.

When it moved forward, it grew bigger. In the blink of an eye, the screen of light was ten thousand feet long, and it looked like it wanted to suppress its target.

Su Ming's expression remained the same. Not a single hint of change could be detected. At the instant the Five Direction Rune closed in on him, he opened his mouth and spat. A ray of purple light shot out of his mouth to turn into a purple wooden sword.

The moment the wooden sword appeared, it circled around Su Ming once with a buzz. The sound of the sword whistle swiftly increased in volume, then the weapon charged towards the incoming Five Direction Rune and slashed at it.

A ray of purple light forming the arc of a crescent moon could be seen. At the moment it touched the Five Direction Rune, it melted, and in the blink of an eye, it completely disappeared in front of the sword light.

This scene caused the black-robed figure in the fog to suck in a sharp breath. His eyes sparkled, and without any hesitation, he turned into a long arc that withdrew swiftly.

'What is that sword?! It's somewhat familiar… I can't remember. If my original will was awake, I could recognize it. I don't have a lot of memories with me…'

At the instant the black-robed figure moved back, Su Ming raised his right hand and pointed at the man.

The purple wooden sword hummed and disappeared. When it reappeared, it was beside the black-robed figure. When it slashed forward, the figure let out a howl of despair.

"This is only my Divine Clone! I am about to wake up! Su Ming… When I wake up, it will mark the moment you will regret returning to this place!"

"I'll be waiting."

When Su Ming said those words in a flat voice, the shrill howls came to an end. The purple wooden sword circled around the area once, and the black figure disappeared without a trace.

End of Wills Sword, one of the Seven Swords serving as the Sacred Vessels of Great Abyss Tribe had been kept in an incredibly good condition. Su Ming… had only used three-tenths of its power to attack.

Chapter 1240: A Magical Soul and Cauldron.

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The morning sun was in the sky of the Berserkers' world, and six hundred thousand Berserkers were staring at Su Ming. They had just witnessed him destroying all the sea creatures and the Dead Sea evaporating when he lifted his hand.

They also witnessed Su Ming sealing the sky with a swing of his arm, causing the fierce beasts from the worlds beyond to be unable to take even half a step inside. If these were considered nothing, then they had also bore witness to Su Ming's magnificent presence of cutting down a will with just one slash.

There might not be many Berserkers in the land who knew about the three Divine Clones, but Man Ya, Wu Shuang, and the others who had been with Su Ming in the past, had become a group of people who had come to vaguely know the secrets of the Berserkers' world.

It was precisely because they knew that there were three ancient wills who were the masters of the countless worlds in Yin Death Vortex that the shock in their hearts was much greater than that of the other people.

Those were three wills who had existed since forever. They were the wills of heaven who could not be fought. Su Ming had been unable to fight against them in the past and could only venture to the distant Barren Lands of Divine Essence. His eldest senior brother, second senior brother, and Hu Zi, too, could not fight against them. They could only allow themselves to be Branded to be able to leave the place.

In fact, even the First God of Berserkers, Lie Shan Xiu was manipulated by the three wills. Even the changes and growth of the Berserkers over the numerous years were manipulated by them in the dark.

The Berserkers' world was… just one of the many worlds in the huge Yin Death Vortex. It wasn't hard to imagine that there were a number of other worlds in the many dimensions that the three wills manipulated and whose lives they decided.

But even though they had sent their Divine Clones over, they were cut… into pieces when Su Ming delivered a casual swing from his blade. This scene made the breathing of Man Ya, Wu Shuang, and the others to stop almost completely.

With a smile, Fang Cang Lan stared at Su Ming in the sky. She did not know that he had become so strong, but she did not care about such things. Having served as the spiritual symbol of the Berserkers for a thousand something years, she longed for the Berserkers to rise to power from the bottom of her heart. Right then, Su Ming had returned, and she knew that the day… had arrived, just like what Su Ming had said.

There was no longer any Dead Sea. When they looked over, they only saw a basin. They saw no carcasses, because all the sea creatures had been reduced to nothing. The brownish yellow ring could no longer be seen in the sky either. It was instead obscured by a Rune shining with purple light and hints of red. The colors were packed densely together, completely sealing off the sky.

Through the seal, they could see a large number of ferocious beings in the world beyond. They had all sorts of appearances, and they were all trying to break through the seal and charge into the place, but when their powers landed on the seal, not a single ripple was stirred up.

"They are almost here, hmm?" Su Ming muttered to himself faintly.

His gaze landed on the sky and became fierce. It was just as he had said: He was waiting for the three original wills to truly descend.

Only when did so could Su Ming kill them and truly end the three original wills' lives. Su Ming had been waiting for this day for a long time, so he did not mind waiting a little bit longer.

It did not matter whether it was him being forced to leave, being schemed against when he was in the illusion within Divine Essence Star Ocean's fifth ocean, or his senior brothers' Brands. All of this made sure that Su Ming had no reason not to kill them.

He had been slightly hesitant previously. After all, his senior brothers' Brands were definitely nothing ordinary. Once he killed the three wills, there was a high possibility that they would also be affected… but once he Possessed True Morning Dao World and obtained a True World clone to become an Antecedental Spirit of an entire True World, Su Ming was confident that all the people and his senior brothers in his True World would be under his protection.

Because of it, even if the three wills wanted to activate the Brands on his senior brothers' bodies before they died, it would not be effective.

Su Ming waited with a calm expression. His gaze shifted from the sky to the ground, now void of a sea. His line of vision could not cover the entire world, but if he scanned the area with his divine sense, he could easily have the Berserkers' world in his mind.

He saw the frozen Great Yu Palace that was once buried in the depths of the sea. Not much of the ice had melted. As he stared at the spot that was once familiar to him, Su Ming saw various living creatures frozen in it. Now, he realized that they were clearly some of the tribe members of other tribes from the era of the Antecedental Spirits.

Perhaps there were from Shu and Wu, which meant that Great Yu Palace… was clearly not created by the First God of Berserkers. It was an illusion of Great Yu created by the Elder of Great Berserker Tribe while it was still around.

Su Ming saw all of this clearly when he had returned to the ancient past while he was in the world of the All Spirits Hall.

His gaze eventually landed on a towering altar in Great Yu Palace's ruins. He had gone there before. He had also seen it when he returned to the ancient past. Some of the theories in his heart had already been verified at that time.

"You cannot see… the world that I see… You… cannot see… Hope…" Su Ming mumbled softly.

The Elder of the ancient Great Berserker Tribe, the Elder of Great Yu, who was spoken in the legends of the land of Berserkers, and the blind xun maker, who was the person who told him that the Berserkers' Realm Mountain was in his heart gradually overlapped with one another.

But Su Ming had always felt that there was something missing. Only when a hint of the kind love Su Ming was familiar with appeared on the overlapping figures did he sigh softly. He had already understood it a long time ago.

At the instant Su Ming sighed, he suddenly let out a faint gasp of surprise. He sensed two signs of life in Great Yu Palace within his divine sense. One of them was a huge dark turtle[1].

It was lying in a corner quietly. It appeared uncertain in the face of Su Ming's divine sense, as if it had sensed a hint of familiarity, but it wasn't strong enough that it would dare to go out.

"It's…"

Su Ming smiled faintly, then directed the attention of his divine sense on the second life sign, which existed in the depths of Great Yu Palace. Almost at the instant Su Ming swept his divine sense across it, a crazed roar rang out, as if it had turned into a charge that rushed towards Su Ming's divine sense.

A soundless rumble reverberated through the air, and Su Ming's divine sense distorted under a crazed ripple. A brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes. He had already sensed this crazed will during his very first investigation of Great Yu Palace.

Even though he had formed some assumptions when he summoned Great Yu Palace, based on what he saw right then, his assumptions had been incorrect. The crazed will was not possessed by a living creature. This… held more resemblance to a soul of an Enchanted Vessel.

"Soul of an Enchanted Vessel…"

In silence, Su Ming averted his divine sense and cast it on another spot, the seabed of the Berserkers' Dead Sea. There was a tower there. It might have been tall, but it had still been submerged by the Dead Sea.

It was Eastern Wastelands Tower, also known as the God of Berserkers Tower. It was a tower created by the First God of Berserkers. With Su Ming's level of cultivation in the past, it was impossible for him to enter the topmost level as well as check whether there were clues leading to the Barren Cauldron, the Berserkers' Sacred Vessel, at the topmost level. At least legends claimed them to be there.

Yet now, when Su Ming stared at the tower, it was as if it had become transparent. He could see a cauldron the size of a fist sealed under layers of seals at the topmost level of the tower. It was floating and exuding waves of primitive presence.

The cauldron had a simple and ancient air to it, as if it had existed for an unknown number of years…

As he stared at the cauldron in Eastern Wastelands Tower, Su Ming perceived it with his senses. After a long while, he became certain that this item… was not Great Berserker Tribe's Sacred Vessel. It was just an imitation.

Yet even though it was an imitation, due to the sediments of time, some of the power of the Barren Cauldron was contained in it, but it was only a cauldron. It had no soul.

When he saw this, Su Ming came to an understanding.

The creature sealed in Great Yu Palace was the soul of the Sacred Vessel… and there was a huge possibility that it was Great Berserker Tribe's Sacred Vessel. Perhaps it was not complete, but there was definitely a part of it contained in that creature, and since the cauldron was an imitation, if it fused with the soul… it could be known as Great Berserker Tribe's Sacred Vessel.

However, it would be much weaker than the real Sacred Vessel used in Great Berserker Tribe during the era of the Antecedental Spirits.

'This is the secret hidden in the Berserkers' world, but it is just one of the many secrets contained in Yin Death Vortex.' Su Ming lifted his right hand and pointed at the distant Eastern Wastelands Tower.

With it, his divine thought gathered around Eastern Wastelands Tower from all directions with a bang. It surged into the tower, and loud booming sounds immediately rang out in the area. The seals in the tower were instantly broken by Su Ming's divine thought, as if they were butter and he was a hot knife. He rushed to the topmost level in just the span of a few breaths.

The seals there were rather complicated, but with Su Ming's level of cultivation, he only needed to crush them forcefully… but the moment his divine thought approached the topmost level, all the seals and restrictions there seemed to have noticed his will of the God of Berserkers and disappeared all on their own.

This caused Su Ming's gaze to focus. His divine thought instantly surged into the topmost level of Eastern Wastelands Tower, swept up the palm-sized floating cauldron, and disappeared from the tower.

At the same time, Su Ming lifted his right hand. The air above his palm distorted, and the cauldron appeared.

It was bronze, and it had an ancient presence, which had the scent of age. At that moment, it floated above Su Ming's palm without moving, but there was a dignified air coming from it.

As he stared at the cauldron, Su Ming remained silent for a moment before he swung his left arm. He seized the air in the direction of Great Yu Palace. With it, Great Yu Palace shuddered, and a loud rumble echoed in the air. Cracking sounds rang out as well, and in an instant, as if some sort of seal had been broken, a crazed will charged out from within.

The will was invisible, but when Su Ming looked at it with his divine thought, he saw a huge figure. It was one hundred feet tall and incredibly built. Its hair was a mess as it rushed forward. The man held a long spear in his hand, and at the moment he charged out, he threw his head back and roared, causing the world to contort and air turn into ripples.

However, most of his body was indistinct and incomplete.

At that moment, the man turned his head swiftly and stared in the direction of Su Ming as if their gazes could meet through the endless distance between them.

He roared!

He moved and instantly vanished. Only Su Ming could see that the figure had turned into an offensive will that rapidly closed in on him.

Translator's Note:

1. Dark Turtle: The one Su Ming befriended when he was in the Dead Sea. Super cute, corgi levels cute.

Chapter 1241: Return to Position and a Race's Rise to Power!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The figure was so quick that it instantly appeared in front of Su Ming. Without anyone being able to see it, the figure charged to the center of Su Ming's brow like an arrow.

A thick wave of killing intent closed in on Su Ming. It was so thick that it felt like the world was being burned by an invisible flame.

Su Ming stared coldly and did not move. At the moment the arrow formed by the figure was less than thirty feet away from him, Su Ming's eyes suddenly shone with a cold, fierce light. In an instant, the blood roared in his body, and his power of the God of Berserkers erupted. His Berserker Soul, Berserker Bones. and every single aura that made him the God of Berserkers spread out in an incredibly violent manner.

At the same time, the one hundred million souls of Great Berserker Tribe surrounded Su Ming and worshiped him. At that moment, Su Ming might not have activated the God of Berserkers Transformation, but everything that manifested about belonged to the God of Berserkers!

What he possessed was the pure blood and soul of Great Berserker Tribe. At the moment all of it spread out around him, they charged towards the figure coming at Su Ming, and the figure's body shuddered.

When Su Ming's presence of the God of Berserkers spread out without restraint and he was surrounded by the souls of Great Berserker Tribe, the figure was forced to stop ten feet away.

The man stared at Su Ming deeply, and his killing intent disappeared. Slowly, it knelt down and worshiped him. When he prostrated himself, Su Ming's presence of the God of Berserkers spread out with a bang again. A power of a law of fate so vast that shocked even Su Ming radiated off the figure. It charged at Su Ming and instantly fused into his body, causing his soul… to become much stronger again.

"The ninth tribe leader of Great Berserker Tribe. Greetings… Antecedental Spirit of Great Berserker Tribe," the figure spoke in a hoarse voice. It was raspy and the words were lacking in fluency. It sounded as if it had been a long time since the man had spoken last time. Once he finished, the man lowered his head and remained still.

"The Elder entrusted me to tell you his words to me. If the inferior cauldron does not appear, I will remain sealed, but if the inferior cauldron appears, it means that a person who bears the destiny of Great Berserker Tribe has descended. If that person is not an Antecedental Spirit of Great Berserker Tribe, I will have to crush the cauldron and die, but if he is the Antecedental Spirit of Great Berserker Tribe… then, I am to ask you to permit me to return to my position."

The man remained prostrated in the air. His voice was still indistinct and hoarse, but the final few words seemed to possess some sort of resolve.

Su Ming cast a glance at the figure which no one else could see, then moved his gaze to the small cauldron above his right hand. A contemplative look appeared on his face, and after a long while, Su Ming nodded.

"I allow you to return to your position!"

At the instant Su Ming said those words, the man lifted his head before charging toward the small cauldron.

Su Ming did not stop him. He simply allowed the figure to approach him.

At that moment, the small cauldron seemed to have turned into a black hole that could suck in everything in the world. In an instant, it sucked the figure inside it.

Once the figure fused into the cauldron, it released a presence that surged into Su Ming's right hand. It circulated once in his body as if it wanted to draw an outline of his venous pathways to search for the ones he used to practice cultivation in his life.

It connected them to form a picture before it returned to the small cauldron. The cauldron then let out a piercing light. It reached one hundred thousand feet. From the distance, it looked like a sun, and during that moment… it illuminated the entire land of Berserkers and all the Berserkers.

There were countless pictures with the exact same image in that light. They had a human figure formed by venous pathways. They were Su Ming's venous pathways. All the pictures then fused into the light and landed on each of the Berserkers before they forcefully injected themselves into their bodies.

Everyone's expression changed. A wild delight along with disbelief filled them. Almost every Berserker sat down cross-legged and began circulating their cultivation base.

They had noticed that the light seemed to have opened up a spot they had never known about in their veins. It was as if a seal in all of the Berserkers' blood had been released.

A vast power then erupted from them. It was a sign of their cultivation base increasing by leaps and bounds, causing each Berserker to be able to sense the strength in their bodies.

Awakening, Bone Sacrifice, great completion in Berserker Soul Realm, Man Cultivation, Earth Cultivation, Heaven Cultivation, World Plane, Plane Kalpa, Lunar Kalpa, Solar Kalpa, Mastery Realm, Fate Realm, Life Realm, Death Realm, Avacaniya Realm in the path of an Antecedental Spirit…

This dozen something Realms were all ingrained in the Berserkers bodies during that moment, and it changed as well as transformed their venous pathways. These Realms were all that Su Ming had experienced and walked through in his life. In fact, it could be said that this was a path of cultivation he created once he combined all the cultivation paths belonging to the cultivators of the worlds beyond.

This path was the one Su Ming chose from many other paths. At that moment, with the small cauldron releasing it to the world, it was Branded into each of the Berserkers' hearts as well as the legacy in their blood.

This path was also divided into three Steps. The First Step was to move from Awakening to Berserker Soul Realm, and the Second Step was from Man Cultivation Realm to World Plane Realm, and Lunar Kalpa as well as Solar Kalpa Realms were the transitional Realms. The Third Step was to become the Masters of Fate, Life, and Death. The Avacaniya Realm belonged to the path of Antecedental Spirits, which already surpassed the Third Step. It was partially in the Fourth Step.

It was a complete cultivation system. During that instant, the path of cultivation Su Ming experienced with his own body turned into the future path of cultivation for the Berserkers, who had lost their cultivation system.

Due to having stored up enough power, having built a solid foundation, and not having a direction for their training, they had accumulated a sufficient amount of cultivation base. That was why the Branding of Su Ming's cultivation system immediately caused all the Berserkers to improve by leaps and bounds in terms of their levels of cultivation.

Even the weakest among the six hundred thousand Berserkers in the area were in the later stage of Awakening Realm, since only those who had reached it could fly and rush over to greet him.

The Berserkers who were in the later stage of Awakening Realm reached Bone Sacrifice Realm as their cultivation bases erupted in power, then they reached another breakthrough and arrived in Berserker Soul Realm.

Those who were already in Bone Sacrifice Realm reached Berserker Soul Realm when their cultivation bases reached a breakthrough. They reached Man Cultivation Realm, and those who had great potential reached Earth Cultivation Realm, the Realm Su Ming had reached when he left the land of Berserkers in the past.

The ones with the greatest change were those who were originally in Berserker Soul Realm. They had already accumulated a large amount of cultivation base and only lacked a path to guide them, which was why they improved slowly, but during that moment, when the Brand of Su Ming's cultivation system was left in their bodies and their future path became incredibly clear in their heads, their cultivation bases increased exponentially under the small cauldron's guiding hand.

From Berserker Soul Realm, they reached Man Cultivation Realm, then Earth Cultivation Realm. Some of the old monsters even reached a breakthrough while they were in Earth Cultivation Realm and stepped into Heaven Cultivation Realm.

All of their epiphanies were obtained from Su Ming. All of their paths had been laid out for them. Among the six hundred thousand cultivators, a dozen something old men were personally appointed by Su Ming before. They had reached great completion of Great Berserker Realm a thousand something years ago. That was why they had already taken another step forward and discovered their way into Man Cultivation or even Earth Cultivation.

They were the ones… who were the most suited to have their levels of cultivation increase by leaps and bounds this time. The years of accumulated power and their entire lives of struggle made those people feel as if there were thousands of rivers in their bodies, but they had never been able to open up the channels between them and fuse them together.

Right then, as Su Ming's path of cultivation was Branded in their heads, the Brand served as a guide for those rivers to fuse into an ocean!

Man Ya threw his head back and roared. His old face swiftly changed during that moment. When he gained the appearance of a middle-aged man, his level of cultivation reached Heaven Cultivation Realm, and when he took another step forward, he reached World Plane Realm!

He could reach World Plane Realm because Su Ming possessed a True World clone. He had an endless amount of power of World Planes, and the Berserkers could absorb it as much as they wanted. Once Man Ya reached World Plane Realm, he reached another breakthrough and arrived in Lunar Kalpa Realm. Only then did his cultivation base stop increasing.

This was what it meant to rise abruptly in power due to accumulated strength. It was also what Great Berserker Tribe had been preparing in the past—one explosive burst in power.

They left behind a seal in their blood, and it was like a dam was set in a surging river, so only a portion of the water could flow through to maintain their cultivation bases and life force. It was the same for each generation of Berserkers until the Berserkers' path was set one day. When the cultivation system of the Berserkers was Branded in each of the Berserkers' heart, the dam was opened, and the cultivation bases that had been blocked off during the countless years since they inherited their legacy erupted forth in one go.

Wu Shuang, Xue Sha, Tian Qi and the others all reached Lunar Kalpa Realm. This was their current limit, but it was not the last stop in their path of cultivation. Once they reached True Morning Dao World and got used to the aura of the world outside, their cultivation bases would increase by leaps and bounds again.

Overall, the ones who received the greatest transformation in their levels of cultivation were the Fated Kin. There were practically none of them who had a level of cultivation that was lower than Man Cultivation.

Out of them, there were two people who received the highest boost in their levels of cultivation.

One of them was Chi Lei Tian. This was the scion of the Lightning Berserker, and he was the hot-tempered old man who'd had his Lightning Crystal snatched by Su Ming. As his cultivation base increased, he stepped past Lunar Kalpa Realm and became a cultivator in Solar Kalpa Realm!

But he was still not the strongest. The strongest out of the six hundred thousand cultivators… was Nan Gong Hen!

Nan Gong Hen, the tribe leader of the Fated Kin, Su Ming's friend in the past, and the person who always referred to Su Ming as his benefactor… attained great completion of Plane Kalpa Realm. By the looks of it, he was only one step away from reaching the edges of Mastery Realm.

These were the Berserkers!

This was a huge leap for this race. It was an explosive increase in power due to the strength accumulated over tens of thousands of years!

Only Fang Cang Lan's level of cultivation did not seem to increase. Instead, she looked a little weakened. The light from the small cauldron did not seem to stimulate her blood, but instead caused a bit of harm to her. Her face turned slightly pale, but she continued watching the Berserkers cheer in joy around her with a smile. She was happy for the huge leap in their power.

Besides the six hundred thousand cultivators in the area, the Berserkers who could not greet Su Ming and stayed on the islands in the land of Berserkers also found their levels of cultivation increase by different amounts under the light.

Su Ming stared at the area around him. He watched the Berserkers whose levels of cultivation increased exponentially under the light from the small cauldron. When he noticed Fang Cang Lan's pale face, he immediately swung his arm. The light around her disappeared, and her color slowly recovered. She smiled gently at Su Ming.

She seemed to want to say something, but at that moment, the sky suddenly roared. The weather changed, and the seal in the sky looked as if it was about to crumble. A large amount of fog instantly appeared in the world. It tumbled around and seemed to form a malicious spirit. It roared at the ground, and three wills that were incredibly powerful and could cause the entire Berserkers' world to tremble… descended!

Chapter 1242: Thrown into Confusion!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The three wills in Yin Death Vortex who were once a force mightier than the might of heaven in Su Ming's eyes and who he once wondered whether he could ever fight against descended.

At the instant they appeared, an ancient presence that seemed to cause the Berserkers' world to rot spread out. It caused almost every single person who sensed it to feel as if they had reached the end of their lives, and exhaustion stemming from the bottom of their hearts rose within them.

The world contorted, fog tumbled about, and the sea in the sky seemed to have become slightly unstable. Not a single word was spoken. Just the descent of the wills immediately formed a powerful, mighty pressure that caused the world to tremble. It was as if with just one thought, they could make the Berserkers' world crumble.

These were the wills Su Ming once believed were the masters of Yin Death Vortex!

Yet right then, Su Ming did not believe that the three ancient wills were the ultimate masters of Yin Death Vortex. Instead, in his eyes, they were more like beings who were made to stay in this place like hidden servants of Yin Death Vortex.

"Su Ming!"

A roar like the might of heaven swiftly echoed in the entire Berserkers' world. At the same time, the fog before Su Ming tumbled, and three figures appeared within it.

They were three old men dressed in long black, white, and gray robes. They were bald, and their eyes contained a profound look with the signs of time. The one who had spoken was the black-robed old man.

"Since you escaped your preordained fate in the fifth ocean, why did you return?" the white-robed old man asked in a hoarse voice. At the instant his voice appeared, a sharp glare immediately shone in Su Ming's eyes.

"The person in the past was you." Su Ming smiled. He recognized that voice. It was the will who had coerced him to leave.

"It's me," the old man in white said flatly.

"Su Ming, if it was not for Su Xuan Yi attacking us in the past, you would not have been able to escape from the fifth ocean. Since you dared to return to this place and kill our Divine Clones, we have the chance to restore order!" The black-robed old man's voice was dark. He glared at Su Ming, and killing intent appeared in his eyes.

"This time, Su Xuan Yi can't save you! This is Yin Death Vortex, and Su Xuan Yi won't dare to appear in this place personally! I'd like to see how you'll manage to escape!" The old man in black laughed coldly.

"I can give you a chance. Stay here and continue to be Yin Death's Child, and we will overlook the fact that you killed our Divine Clones. If you refuse to… then without Su Xuan Yi's help, you will not be able to escape from our hands," the old man in white said flatly.

"Even if your return this time is part of Su Xuan Yi's plan, you will definitely fail, because…" Before the old man in black could finish speaking in his cold voice, Su Ming frowned and cut him off coldly.

"So noisy!"

He swung his arm. The fog in the world immediately tumbled back, layer by layer, before it disappeared. The unstable seal in the sky became several times more stable, and the mighty pressure from the divine senses of the three old men vanished as if they were made to scatter by Su Ming.

"Is it that your Divine Clones died too quickly and did not manage to let you know of the things that happened before their deaths… or is it that you have all just woken up and cannot see the difference between our strengths?" Su Ming asked coldly with an indifferent face.

The black-robed old man's expression changed while the white-robed old man narrowed his eyes slightly. Only the gray-robed old man's expression remained the same. He did not say a single word, and even at that moment, his expression still did not change.

"You're just asking for death!"

As the black-robed old man's expression changed, a will so great that it was almost terrifying erupted from his body with a bang and charged at Su Ming with loud booming sounds. It had the intent to suppress him.

As one of the three great wills in Yin Death Region, ever since the old man could remember, he only needed to use his will to squash all those who were disrespectful to him, and all signs of their lives would be crushed immediately. He could suppress others with his state of being. It was his majesty and his divine ability as one of the three great wills.

Yet this time, the moment his will went forth to suppress Su Ming, a cold, fierce glare appeared in Su Ming's eyes. His own will appeared, and he had it spread outwards without any hesitation to crash against the black-robed old man's will in an unseen manner. A hint of derision appeared on Su Ming's lips.

The black-robed old man's expression changed. His will tumbled backwards swiftly, and his body was forced back nonstop until he was pushed a thousand feet backwards. When he lifted his head, there was shock and disbelief on his face.

"Your state of being… This is…"

At that moment, the white-robed old man's pupils shrank. He lifted his right hand and pointed at Su Ming.

"With the will of heaven in this world, I shalt seal thy heart and soul! Be destroyed!"

With his words, an eye manifested in the air in front of Su Ming. It was staring at him while swiftly approaching him with the intent to seal him.

With a calm expression, Su Ming turned his head to stare at the white-robed old man. The will in his body swept outwards, and when he directed his gaze at the old man, booming sounds reverberated through the air. The white-robed old man shuddered, and when he took a few steps back, the same expression of shock as that of the black-robed old man appeared on his face.

At the same time, the eye that closed in on Su Ming turned crimson, swelled up, then exploded with a bang.

"Is that all?" Su Ming shook his head, slightly disappointed. In his eyes right then, the three wills who were so incredibly powerful in the past were weaker than even Su Xuan Yi.

In truth, it was not that the three wills were too weak, but that as Su Ming continued to grow during the one thousand something years and even Possessed True Morning Dao World, his existence had surpassed the limits of a cultivator. He had already stepped into the path of reaching Avacaniya Realm.

His Arid Curse was something even the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe was wary of. It was an Art that allowed him to Curse Arid Triad's will, and it… could make Arid Triad's will sense danger, which meant that he could fight against those in Avacaniya Realm!

In this state, even if Su Ming was yet to be peerless in all of Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos, it was still difficult for him to find many decent opponents.

The black-robed old man's expression changed. He moved forward, and his body instantly turned into black fog. The white-robed old man did the same. With one move, he turned into white fog. As for the gray-robed old man, a glint appeared in his eyes, and he immediately put his hands together.

The black and white fog surrounded him, instantly causing black to appear in one of the gray-robed old man's eyes, and white in the other. When he stared at Su Ming, he spoke hoarsely for the first time.

"You are very strong. I may not understand how you managed to become this strong in just the one thousand something years we did not meet each other… and I find something familiar about your will as well…

"But the three of us are the three great wills of Yin Death Vortex. As the Servants of Morus Alba [1], we are not so easily affected by someone like you. We allowed you to go to Divine Essence Star Ocean, the fifth ocean, opened the path to Dark Dawn for you, and even asked you to search for our sealed king in the Barren Lands of Divine Essence… not because we wanted to deceive you, but because we wanted to test you.

"It was a pity that Su Xuan Yi interfered with our actions, and even Di Tian interfered with us. They did not want you to wake up, did not want you to come to an understanding, and they used all sorts of methods to interfere with our actions.

"In the end, you did not walk down the path we tried to lead you to, instead, you came to hate us… Oh well, you are now already against us… Even if you learn of everything, you will still choose to do the same thing." As the gray-robed old man spoke, he sounded as if he just sighed softly. Then, he pushed his hands swiftly forward.

"The color green denotes all Yin Death's souls. All lives who enter Yin Death Region or are born in it are all green.

"Yin is the title for the Servants of Morus Alba. They are the guides of Yin Death's Children.

"The three Yins are black, white, and gray.

"Now, the three Yins will kill the green!"

The gray-robed old man cast Su Ming a deep look. At the moment he pushed forward, an invisible gust of wind appeared in front of him. That wind formed swiftly before it turned into a huge hand. It covered the sky and earth, then went to seize Su Ming.

A feeling that made him sense danger arose in his heart, and Su Ming instantly focused on his enemy. The gray-robed old man's words were still echoing in his head though, seeming to contain a strange secret.

However, the clues Su Ming knew were few, which was why he could not connect them together to obtain an answer. At that moment, when he stared at the huge hand, he felt that it contained a mighty pressure that was created to specifically target the living creatures in Yin Death Vortex. It felt as if the hand wanted to wipe away his existence.

Su Ming's pupils shrank. He took a few steps back and closed his eyes. At the instant he did so, he called out to his True World clone in his heart.

True Morning Dao World roared beyond Yin Death Vortex. The huge True World instantly distorted, then started becoming larger and shrinking like a rubber band. The lives in the True World could not sense these changes, but as the True World shrank and grew larger, Su Ming opened his eyes while in Yin Death Vortex.

At the moment he did so, the third eye at the center of his brow opened up. It was the spot where Su Ming kept True Morning Dao World. At that moment, a strange change immediately appeared in that pupil.

It would occasionally grow larger, as if it was occupying the entire third eye, then it would shrink, turning into such a fine line that it looked like it was about to disappear.

When he saw the hand approach him, Su Ming spoke languidly.

"With the laws of fate in this place, create the outline of the path to my True World!"

At the instant he said those words, the power of the one hundred sixty million laws of fate in the Berserkers' world let out a loud bang, as if they were boiling, causing the Berserkers' world to distort.

"With the blood of the Berserkers in this world, activate the guiding light to the vortex!"

The blood of all Berserkers, their desire to have the Berserkers rise to power, their expectations and belief in Su Ming bringing them out of this place gathered together and turned into a guiding light that looked like a candle flame in the darkness.

"With my thoughts in this place, form the peak of the sky!"

The world roared, and the sky trembled. The fierce creatures sealed outside the world immediately moved back, as if they had sensed something terrifying.

As True Morning Dao World shrank and expanded beyond Yin Death Vortex, it swiftly came pressing down on Yin Death Vortex.

"True World, descend!"

Su Ming lifted his hands. At the instant the hand approached him, he swung his arms, and the land of Berserkers trembled furiously. As the world roared, his True World, contained in his third eye, spread out into the world around him.

True Morning Dao World was brought into the Berserkers' dimension. It descended on the spot where he was!

The layers in the sky changed, as if the stars were made to move in reverse and the sky was made to change. The incoming hand came to a swift halt five feet away from Su Ming. With a bang, it began to crumble right before his eyes.

"True Morning Dao World… This is… True Morning Dao World's presence! You… You…

"You… Possessed True Morning Dao World???!!!"

Translator's Note:

1. Morus Alba: Full name is Harmonious Morus Alba, the legendary butterfly in the Berserkers' legends said to be able to destroy the world with just three flaps of its wings. Tian Lan Meng mentioned it before.

Chapter 1243: Kill the White-Robed Old Man!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

With Su Ming's third eye as the center, the presence of True Morning Dao World spread out through the area. The sky roared, and the ground trembled. This was the first time True Morning Dao World had completely revealed its presence in Yin Death Vortex.

It surrounded Su Ming, causing his long hair to flutter while his robes danced in the wind. The pupil in his third eye shrank, then expanded, causing Su Ming to possess the power of the God of Berserkers, and at the same time, he was also filled with a malicious, evil air.

That maliciousness was enough to make people be unable to forget it once they cast a glance at it!

"True Morning Dao World is me, and I… am True Morning Dao World!"

In the face of the three wills' shock towards his status, Su Ming answered their question with an aloof voice that thundered and reverberated in all directions.

His words echoed in the air, and each syllable was stronger than the last. When he spoke his final world, the world rumbled.

The huge hand before Su Ming instantly crumbled, and the gray-robed old man's face changed. He staggered several thousands of feet back. The black and white balls of fog by his side looked as if a violent gust of wind had blown past them, and they resumed human forms in an extremely disheveled state.

The three of them stared at Su Ming in shock. Even up to this moment, their expressions were filled with disbelief.

"So what if… you Possessed a True World?!"

The gray-robed old man's eyes shone. When he lifted his arms, the black-robed and white-robed old man beside him immediately formed seals. They moved and turned into the black and white balls of fog again. When they swept through the area, the gray-robed old man took a step forward.

His body turned into gray fog to mingle with the black and white fog. They gathered together and stirred up the air, which brought out an increasingly stronger will.

"The sky of Morus Alba is not a field!"

A buzzing, indistinct voice came out swiftly from the huge will from the fused black, white, and gray fog. At the instant the words echoed in the air, the entire sky… turned crimson.

There were paths that looked like a spider's web within it They filled the sky and stretched out endlessly, making people feel that the world had turned into a cage sealing them inside.

But if they looked closer, they would find that they were something different. Yet no one would be able to tell clearly just what was the thing that covered the sky.

"All changes shall be halted!"

The will let out another loud, booming shout. As its voice reverberated through the air, the sky and earth looked like they had come to a standstill. The power that made everything freeze seemed to have surpassed the Immobilization Art Su Ming had seen before. This was a power that made an entire world come to a complete stop.

All the things in the area, including the fires of life, were frozen during that instant.

It was just like what the words had declared: All changes shall be halted!

A grave look appeared on Su Ming's face for the first time, and the presence of the True World surrounded him. His body sometimes appeared indistinct, and at other times, he could be seen clearly. This was because the presence of the True World surrounding him was fighting against Yin Death Vortex.

"Morus Alba's wings… First wave!"

The will from the fog roared at that moment, and the world rumbled. Su Ming personally saw the crimson paths that resembled a spider's web while they covered the sky in the frozen world move.

It was… a movement akin to the flapping of wings. As it happened, a faint breeze stirred up, but this seemingly harmless breeze made Su Ming's pupils shrink.

The paths that covered the sky did not form a spider's web, but wings! By the looks of it, they were a butterfly's wings!

A great, life-threatening sense of danger rose swiftly in Su Ming's heart. He lifted his right hand without any hesitation and swung it forward while growling.

"God of Berserkers Transformation!"

He executed the God of Berserkers Transformation in the Berserkers' world!

The moment Su Ming finished speaking, ten million souls of those in Great Berserker Tribe rushed out of the air around his lifted right hand. As they roared soundlessly, they charged at his right hand and swiftly fused into it, causing it instantly expand. When Su Ming lifted his left hand, another ten million souls of those in Great Berserker Tribe appeared.

Then, it was his feet and his torso. The process of the God of Berserkers Transformation was over in the blink of an eye, and Su Ming's body instantly grew several times its original size. As he stood towering in the world, he became the real God of Great Berserker Tribe!

God of Berserkers Transformation transformed one into the God of Berserkers!

The fusion of one hundred million souls of those from Great Berserker Tribe, the growth of Su Ming's body, and the extreme increase of the Berserkers' power caused Su Ming to feel as if he possessed the power to tear apart the world at that moment. The power was so great that it was difficult to put into words, and it was lying right in his hands. Su Ming felt as if he could fight against those in Avacaniya Realm at that moment.

This was the perfect Great Berserker Body, the most powerful body that not even those of Great Berserker Tribe possessed when they were in the era of the Antecedental Spirits. This was the one and only… God of Berserkers who could be formed after countless souls of those from Great Berserker Tribe gathered together over the course of many years!

When the God of Berserkers Transformation was activated, the world trembled. The unseen power that froze the world seemed to have become unstable as well.

When Su Ming threw his head back and roared, his voice shook the sky and earth. This was a madness that was on par with an Ancient God's roar. At the instant his voice echoed in the world, the invisible power that froze the Berserkers' world instantly crumbled.

The six hundred thousand Berserkers around the area stared at Su Ming in excitement. At that moment, they could sense it—the urge in their blood calling them to worship Su Ming had become even stronger.

If Su Ming before he went through the God of Berserkers Transformation could send all the Berserkers into fervent ardor and make them regard him with reverence while resonating with his blood, then after, what the Berserkers sensed was no longer a resonance in their blood. This was something that surpassed resonance. It was as if… they had just seen their ancestor!

"God of Berserkers!"

"God of Berserkers!!"

"God of Berserkers!!!"

The six hundred thousand Berserkers bowed to Su Ming simultaneously. Their voices surged into the sky and covered Morus Alba's wings that were creating a gust of wind that seemed intent on destroying the world to charge at Su Ming.

This wind did not just want to destroy Su Ming. It also wanted to destroy the entire Berserkers' world. When it came closer, Su Ming, who had gained a huge body after the God of Berserkers' Transformation, had a hint of contempt in his eyes. It came from his confidence and from the supreme, violent power of the Great Berserkers in his body.

"This is the Berserkers' world." Su Ming lifted his right hand. "And I am the God of Berserkers.

"It would have been a different story if you were the real Morus Alba's wings, but you are just an illusion. How dare you stand against me?!"

Su Ming did not wait for Morus Alba's wings to approach him. He took a step forward, then lifted his hands. With a leap forward, he put his hands together, then pushed them forward at the incoming wings.

He did not use any sort of divine abilities or Arts, but he did gather all of his power as well as the determination and madness of the one hundred million souls of Great Berserkers intent to protect their kin.

The will of the True World from Su Ming's third eye fused together with them to create the simple push Su Ming performed.

It seemed to crush all rules and create laws belonging to the world of the Berserkers. They crashed against Morus Alba's wings, immediately causing the world… to feel as if it had become an eternal presence.

"Shatter!"

Su Ming's eyes were bloodshot. When he shouted and the world turned into an eternal presence, it roared. The ground trembled furiously, and the sky distorted. The crimson wings let out cracking sounds and crumbled before tumbling backwards.

That was a gust of wind that could destroy everything, but it could not destroy Su Ming's body, his will, and much less the Berserkers he protected!

Morus Alba's wings crumbled. The fog formed by the fusion of the black, white, and gray fog was instantly thrown into disorder under Su Ming's violent push as the God of Berserkers. When it scattered, it turned into the three old men. Their faces were pale. There was shock on their faces as they swiftly fell back.

Their wills were shaken and their hearts were filled with disbelief. After all, Morus Alba's wings' first wave was a divine ability that could only be executed when the three of them fused together. It was a supreme power that could destroy a world.

It might not be the legendary Harmonious Morus Alba's wings, but with its form, they could obtain a hint of that legendary power. Even so, they still did not manage to affect Su Ming.

God of Berserkers Transformation shocked the three old men, and rarely seen fear appeared on their faces.

But when they moved back, Su Ming turned his head while in midair. His eyes were crimson at that moment. The span of time in which he could remain in his God of Berserkers Transformation state was about to end, so the moment the effects were about to wear off, Su Ming cast his gaze on the white-robed old man.

This person was the ancient will who had forced Su Ming to go to the Barren Lands of Divine Essence in the past. That was why Su Ming's killing intent towards the white-robed old man was the greatest. At the moment his gaze landed on him, Su Ming lifted his right hand and pointed at him.

"With my noble status as a True World, my might as the God of Berserkers, my status as the master of the world, I sentence you… to have your body and soul be destroyed!"

When Su Ming spoke, the area around him roared, and the presence of a True World went into a rampage. The power of the God of Berserkers spread through the area, and when it gathered together, it turned into a monstrous will of heaven. When it filled the area, it swiftly enveloped the white-robed old man.

The old man's expression changed. He formed a seal with his hands, but just as he was about to fight back—

"Die!"

Su Ming unfurled his fingers and straightened his palm to seize the air in the direction of the white-robed old man. Then, he clenched his fist, as if he held the white-robed old man's soul in his palm. After that vicious move, the white-robed old man let out a shrill scream of pain. Terror and despair appeared on his face, and there was also disbelief that said that he could not believe that all of this was happening.

"This is impossible! He can't possibly kill me! Even if he Possessed True Morning Dao World, he doesn't have the right to kill me, this is…"

The white-robed old man's body twisted, and as he screamed shrilly, a loud bang shot up when his body was torn to shreds. He turned into white fog. Just as he intended to flee in all directions, he stopped swiftly, as if a breeze had just blown on him. Right before everyone's eyes, the white fog, which was the old man, disappeared into thin air as if his existence had been wiped out.

The three great wills that had existed since ancient times in Yin Death Vortex found themselves unable to believe in what just happened, even when one of them died. The white-robed old man found himself unable to believe in what he went through before he died. It was just as Su Ming said, his form and soul were destroyed. He no longer had any signs of life left. It was also impossible for him to be reincarnated.

Chapter 1244: Gray Butterfly!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At the same time the white-robed old man's form and spirit were destroyed, Su Ming's body changed. The souls of Great Berserkers scattered and sank into him again, bringing the God of Berserkers Transformation to an end.

Su Ming's body returned to normal before everyone's eyes. His expression throughout it remained normal. There was not a single injury that could be seen due to him executing the God of Berserkers Transformation.

This was the extent of Su Ming's power as of right then. He had already surpassed how he was when he had just gained an epiphany of the God of Berserkers Transformation, which was why even if he executed the Art, he was not in the slightest bit affected after it ended.

Su Ming's gaze was cold and fierce. He stood in midair, and everything around him was silent.

The black-robed old man stared at the empty spot where the white-robed old man had been destroyed. No matter how he tried to perceive the other with his senses, he could not find a single hint of his existence. This caused his expression to turn incredibly sour, and terror appeared in his eyes.

He originally thought that they could not be killed, but everything before him told him one brutal truth… they were not imperishable!

The gray-robed old man did not stare at the spot where the white-robed old man died, but instead looked blankly at Su Ming. There was surprise shining in his eyes… as if he could see something the black-robed old man could not see, but the more this was so, the paler his face became. There was even a hint of bitterness and a complicated look on his face.

The six hundred thousand Berserkers were still kneeling in the air. They had personally seen their God of Berserkers kill one of the three great wills. Perhaps most of the Berserkers did not know what this signified, but those with the levels of cultivation of Man Ya, Wu Shuang, Nan Gong Hen, and the rest knew more secrets. They understood what the three wills signified and just how powerful they were.

This was why a huge storm started raging in their hearts. They might have known of Su Ming's strength, but there was no one they could use as a comparison for his power, which was why they could not tell just how powerful he was. Now… with something to compare it to, they could tell clearly that Su Ming… was definitely above the normal standards of what defined power!

His was a supreme power that could kill the three great wills!

Su Ming's aloof gaze landed on the black-robed old man. The mighty pressure formed after he killed the white-robed old man was Branded on him, causing the old man to instinctively take a few steps back.

"The next is you."

"Su Ming, I have the marks of your eldest senior brother and your second senior brother's souls. If you kill me, they won't escape death as well!" The black-robed old man's voice was restrained as he spoke fiercely.

"It's precisely because of this that I will kill you." When Su Ming declared this with a flat tone, he took a step forward.

The black-robed old man's expression changed drastically. When he moved backwards, resolve appeared on the gray-robed old man's face, and it seemed to be made after a long bout of internal conflict.

"Circumferential Seal!" The gray-robed old man swung his arm and spoke resolutely in the direction of the black-robed old man.

The black-robed old man gritted his teeth. This was a life and death situation. He had been unable to help himself but speak arrogantly when he thought that Su Ming could not kill him, but when he personally saw his actions towards the white-robed old man, he could no longer find it in himself to care about anything else. He gritted his teeth, and madness appeared in his eyes. He swung his arm before turning into a large amount of black fog.

His great will was contained in the fog. The will of Yin Death Vortex was of supreme status and all lives had to worship it. The black-robed man stood above all others and could decide the destinies of countless lives. If he could escape from Yin Death Vortex and appear in the worlds beyond, with his great will, he could fight even against Antecedental Spirits.

In fact, during the era True Morning Dao World's will slept, he could stand above all cultivators, but right then, he was in an incredibly pathetic state while facing Su Ming. There was nothing about this that he could accept. Su Ming's strength had intimidated him greatly. If he wanted to live, he had to descend into madness.

"Alright, I'll become the Circumferential Seal!"

When the black-robed old man growled, the fog tumbled and swiftly covered an area of nearly one hundred thousand feet. A huge square appeared in the world. It was not standing, but laying horizontally on the ground.

At the same time, killing intent shone in the gray-robed old man's eyes. There was a complicated look as well as a ferociousness in them. With a bang, his body turned into gray fog. He charged into the sky and instantly turned into a huge gray circle.

"Heavenly Circle!" The gray-robed old man's voice was ancient, and there was a resolute tone to his words as they echoed in all directions.

"Earthen Square!"

The black-robed old man's voice rose with a bang from the black fog underneath. It was filled with madness and an indomitable spirit. This was a critical moment, something that concerned his survival. He had to give it his all.

"Circumferential Slaughter!"

A buzzing sound came from the gray fog, which had now turned into a circle in the sky. The circle descended swiftly and charged towards Su Ming who stood in the air.

Soon after, buzzing sounds shot out from the black fog as well. The square rose swiftly and charged upwards.

A powerful killing intent filled the world, aiming at Su Ming.

That moment was akin to the sky falling and the ground rising. As the sky and ground squeezed together, it could destroy all forms of will and all existences within the world. It was especially so since the divine ability was executed at the same time by the black-robed and gray-robed old men, causing a sealing power to exist in the square and circle.

There was a close connection between the two. When they executed the divine ability, it instantly caused the world to feel as if it had been thrown into chaos. Everything became a blurry mess, and the killing intent from the square and circle became astonishing.

"The might of the sky and earth, huh… I have that too!"

Su Ming's expression remained as calm as ever as he watched the circle symbolizing the sky charge towards him and the square signifying earth press closer to him. A hint of a cold sneer appeared on his lips.

"If you use the ground to close in on me, then I will use mountains to suppress you! Mountain Shifter!"

Su Ming swung his arm and pointed at the square fog on the ground with his right hand. The power of Mountain Shifter erupted with a bang before turning into images of mountains around him. There was no end to the mountains that Su Ming had seen in his life. Among them was Dark Mountain, the ninth summit, and more… There was a total of one hundred thousand mountains densely packed together, and when they appeared, Su Ming pointed downwards.

The mountains charged towards the incoming square fog signifying the ground coming towards him from below. They stirred up booming sounds that surged into the sky, and the suppression of the one hundred thousand mountains immediately caused the square fog to tremble.

At the same time, Su Ming raised his left hand and pointed at the sky.

"If you use the power that causes the sky to collapse on me, then I will lift it up with the Light of Extreme Darkness by overturning it! Ocean Remover!"

Su Ming laughed coldly. When he pointed above, a powerful black light erupted from his body. There was a cold chill to it, and a deep abyss that caused all those who saw it to feel their vision fade to darkness. Like a black ocean, the Light of Extreme Darkness instantly devoured light from the direction of Su Ming's finger and swept through the sky.

There were one hundred thousand mountains suppressing the ground, and the ocean created by the Light of Extreme Darkness stirred up in the sky. The world rumbled. Su Ming had a hand pointed upwards and the other downwards as he fought against the seal with his own power.

As booming sounds echoed in the air, the circle in the sky was unable to descend and the square near the ground was unable to rise. The divine ability of the world was only able to rumble during that moment. It could not press down, making it difficult for its power to spill. It could only be frozen in place.

Su Ming's presence as a True World was a large part of the reason as to why he could do this. At the instant the divine ability of the sky and earth were frozen, he swiftly lowered his head to stare at the spot where the one hundred thousand mountains were beneath him. Killing intent shone in his eyes.

When he opened his mouth, a purple ray of light tumbled out of his mouth. That was the End of Wills Sword, one of Su Ming's supreme treasures. This was a Sacred Vessel of Great Abyss Tribe.

At that moment, it let out an eye-catching light while it was in Su Ming's hands. With a flash, it stirred up a huge presence and a piercing sound before it shot through the one hundred thousand mountains and charged at the square on the ground.

If Su Ming wanted to destroy a will, the sword was enough!

It was known as the End of Wills, and it was a killing sword specifically made among the Seven Swords to target wills. When it charged forward, it shot through the square on the ground, and under Su Ming's divine thought, the will of the sword erupted.

Its power was not the three-tenths like when he had destroyed the Divine Clones, but the full strength. At the instant the will of the sword erupted, the entire world rumbled.

The will of the sword surged into the sky and manifested into countless sharp swords that swept through the area. Shrill roars traveled out of the square fog. There was despair in them along with great hate. They did not last for long though and came to a swift end.

The ground trembled, and the one hundred thousand mountains disappeared. The square fog instantly disappeared without a trace, like a gust of wind had blown apart the clouds. As for the black-robed old man's will, it disappeared along with the fog, destroyed for all time.

Purple light shone and returned to Su Ming from the ground. When he opened his mouth, it entered inside. All of this happened incredibly quickly, so quickly that when the square fog disappeared, the circle in the sky was still lifted by the Light of Extreme Darkness.

But when the circular, gray fog was enveloped, a crazed look appeared on the man's face as if he could see through the Light of Extreme Darkness. He stared straight at Su Ming, who was under him.

He had naturally sensed the black-robed old man's destruction, which was destruction in its truest sense. There were no chances of him being resurrected. As the head of the three great wills, the gray-robed old man knew many other secrets that the other two wills were not aware of.

"Do you want to use this child's hands to kill the three of us… or are you saying… that we aren't his opponent? Is this your will?

"But he still hasn't woken up. He still cannot be considered to be the Converted Child!" The crazed look in the gray-robed old man's eyes became greater. He suddenly threw his head back and roared. "If that's the case, then I'd like to see just what you intend to do!

"I, Servant of Morus Alba, will burn myself! I will burn my thoughts and turn into a butterfly!"

The gray-robed old man's face contorted. The circle fog instantly tumbled as a huge face was formed above the Light of Extreme Darkness. It was tens of thousands of feet big. As the man's voice echoed in the air, flames instantly lit up in the fog.

From the distance, it looked like a new sun had come into being. As the flames burned, gray smoke tumbled about. The wisps of smoke did not rise into the sky but filled the area. Slowly, the area enveloped by smoke grew larger.

Su Ming swung his right hand. The Light of Extreme Darkness disappeared before him to reveal the burning gray-robed old man in the sky and the wisps of smoke surrounding his body.

The wisps of smoke spread out, and pain appeared on the gray-robed old man's face. He swiftly roared.

"With the body of the servant, the shadow of Harmonious Morus Alba shall descend!" the old man roared.

The wisps of smoke surrounding him instantly began tumbling and changing. From the distance, the wisps of smoke turned into a pair of wings, just like…

A butterfly formed of gray smoke!

Chapter 1245: The Great Hand from the True World!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It was a gray butterfly. It did not have any other colors. When it spread its wings, its body reached one hundred thousand feet. There was an indescribable mighty pressure spreading out from, and it descended on the ground.

At the instant Su Ming saw the gray butterfly, he remembered a legend that circulated in the Berserkers' world while he lived there…

There was a butterfly by the name of Harmonious Morus Alba…

"Harmonious Morus Alba…" The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe revealed himself next to Su Ming for the first time in the land of Berserkers. He stared blankly at the sky and the gray butterfly. A sagely light appeared in his eyes.

"In my theory, the final stage… would be Harmonious Morus Alba, the one spoken in the ancient legends. That should be it."

When the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe murmured those words, a complicated loor appeared on his face, but it lasted only for an instant before it was replaced by determination.

"Legend…" Su Ming muttered softly.

The legends regarding Harmonious Morus Alba had been circulating for a long time in the land of Berserkers. It was there that Su Ming had heard about it for the first time. When it flapped its wings, it could change the world, and every single time it happened, different anomalies would appear.

Su Ming still remembered a butterfly that appeared briefly in the snow-covered sky at the instant the blood dragon crumbled when the Elder of Great Berserker Tribe predicted the Berserker Day. He had seen this when he returned to the ancient past when he was in the world in All Spirits Hall…

Su Ming seemed to have come to understand something. In silence, he stared at the gray butterfly in the sky. That butterfly was also staring at Su Ming. It flapped its wings swiftly, and a breeze stirred up. With a will that intended to crush everything, it descended on the entire land of Berserkers.

It was a pity though that this butterfly was still not the true Harmonious Morus Alba spoken about in the legends. It was only a projection made by the gray-robed old man's will.

In silence, Su Ming lifted his right hand, and the Barren Cauldron manifested on his palm. Bronze light shone from it, covering Su Ming's face so others would be unable to see his expression at that moment. They could only see the bronze light from the caldron become brighter, and a figure gradually appear from it.

It was a well-built man with a long spear in his hand. At the instant he appeared, he released a primitive, savage presence. It was so strong that it instantly covered the entire world.

At the same time, the one hundred million something souls of Great Berserkers in Su Ming's body woke up from their slumber after going through Su Ming's God of Berserkers Transformation and instantly surged into the bronze cauldron.

Countless faces rose on the surface of the cauldron. As the gray butterfly flapped its wings, the man from the bronze cauldron lifted his head to reveal bloodshot eyes laced with a hint of ferociousness. With one move, he instantly charged at the gray butterfly in the sky.

He was so quick that he swept up a whirlwind. As it howled, it looked like a huge cauldron made of wind was formed in the world, and a large number of faces of Great Berserkers were within it, howling.

The cauldron looked like an illusion, but also seemed to have corporeal form. As it manifested itself, it caused the spear-wielding figure who had rushed out to become larger. In the blink of an eye, he became thousands of feet tall.

"Berserkers!"

When the figure rushed out, a hoarse but astonishing growl tumbled out of its mouth. The man instantly charged towards the right wing of the gray butterfly that was flapping its wings and stirring up the destructive wind.

With the cauldron in his right hand, Su Ming watched everything calmly.

Booming sounds reverberated through the land at that moment. The entire Berserkers' world swayed violently, as if the earth was trembling and the mountains were shuddering. The figure that appeared from the bronze cauldron shuddered amid the loud booming sounds and swiftly crumbled.

However, the right wing of the gray butterfly shook when the figure disappeared. A large number of cracks appeared on it, and with a bang, it was torn into pieces.

"It's a pity that this is just a projection you created on your own. You're not… the legendary Harmonious Morus Alba," Su Ming said softly.

When his words reverberated through the air, the gray butterfly who had lost a wing looked at Su Ming while still in the sky. It flapped its left wing again, and the destructive power swept downwards with a bang.

Su Ming sighed softly.

He lifted his right hand and pointed at the gray butterfly, who now only had one wing left. The ring on his finger immediately flew out. It became larger, and in the blink of an eye, it approached the gray butterfly. By then, it was already one hundred thousand feet big.

It crashed into the butterfly, and the sky split. Cracks appeared on the purple-red seal while loud booming sounds echoed in the air. The entire sky… shattered to pieces. Every part of it crumbled, and as the seal broke apart. The ferocious creatures in the world outside were immediately swept backwards, and before they could rush in, their bodies were reduced to ashes.

Crumbling along with the sky was the gray butterfly, who only had one wing left. Soon, it was reduced to powder. When it disappeared into the wind, it took away with it the gray-robed old man's sigh.

"The person who destroyed me isn't you…"

That was the old man's final sentence. Then, the three great wills that existed since an eternity ago in Yin Death Vortex… were completely wiped out.

The sky roared as its destruction continued. When Su Ming looked over, he found that the sky was shattering in a manner like how rocks would shatter. A large number of fragments fell off, and the scene of the apocalypse shook the hearts of all who saw it.

While in the world beyond, Su Ming's one hundred thousand feet big ring swept outwards with a whistle. Wherever it went, the ferocious creatures in the world outside would crumble. No matter what sort of level of cultivation they possessed, at the instant they touched the ring, they were all disassembled.

The ring whistled and rushed out of the Berserkers' world with a piercing sound. It charged swiftly towards Yin Death Vortex's exit while it rotated.

It was so quick that it traveled into the distance in an instant. It swept up the fog as it charged forward and chased all the aura of death as well as crushed all the living creatures who wanted to fly out of their dimensions. In fact, the dead dragon found, to its despair, that it could not avoid the ring as well. Its body was crushed when the ring crashed into it. Then, the ring moved past it.

All of this might have seemed to have happened over a long period of time, but in truth, it only lasted for a dozen something breaths. The ring rushed out of Yin Death Vortex and appeared in True Morning Dao World. At the instant it appeared, it looked as if it had opened up a path connecting True Morning Dao World to the Berserkers' world. The path turned into a vortex and stirred up True Morning Dao World's presence to charge into it with loud bangs.

Within its presence was Su Ming's will. When it rushed out of the vortex, Su Ming lifted his hands while he was in the Berserkers' world. He lifted his head and stared at the shattered sky.

"We will… leave Yin Death Vortex. From now on, the Berserkers' world will become a part of True Morning Dao World! I will bring all of you and the entire world out of this place!"

Su Ming's voice echoed in all the Berserkers' ears, lingering for a long time and refusing to leave. As True Morning Dao World's presence surged in from the tunnel, it looked as if a huge hand had extended into Yin Death Vortex with an indescribable presence from True Morning Dao World to seize the Berserkers' world and take it out from within!

Chapter 1246: Moving in Reverse in Yin Death Vortex

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The land of Berserkers trembled. Without the Dead Sea, huge cracks swiftly appeared on the ground. They intersected with each other, but unlike the edges, the internal part did not crumble.

As the ground trembled viciously, flights of stairs appeared on the edges of the ground, as if the ground was slowly rising once it split up.

The sky shattered completely, and Su Ming could see the muddled air of Yin Death Vortex, located right outside their world. Su Ming stood in midair, and when he lifted his arms, his hair danced, his robes fluttered, and a brilliant light shone in his eyes.

"With my will of a True World…"

When Su Ming's voice echoed in the air, the Berserkers' world shuddered. The True World's presence filled the entire world, as if it had truly turned into a hand that seized the Berserkers' world and was slowly lifting it up into the air.

The hearts of countless Berserkers trembled. It was not due to fear, but excitement and enthusiasm. They worshiped Su Ming. Their voices mixed with the loud rumbles in the world, but the latter could not drown them out and suppress them from reverberating in the air.

"God of Berserkers!"

"God of Berserkers!!"

"God of Berserkers!!!"

"Berserkers' laws of fate, fuse with the pinnacle of the True World!"

A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes, then he lifted his right hand and swung his arm around him. The Berserkers' world immediately rumbled furiously, and the laws of fate equivalent to one hundred sixty million laws of fate in the outside world that had been accumulating over the past one thousand something years swiftly manifested to approach Su Ming with loud bangs.

In the world were one hundred sixty million laws of fate, and beyond the world was the hand of True Morning Dao World. With Su Ming as the center, they gathered together, then a power that could shake Yin Death Vortex erupted from them.

This power caused the hand grabbing the Berserkers' world to expand to the point that it seemed to have gained corporeal form. It seized the Berserkers' world and lifted it straight from the ground!

Countless islands, Berserkers, and even the dust in the Berserkers' world rushed out of the ground. They left behind a gigantic pit, then charged out of the dimension that contained the Berserkers' world.

Su Ming extended his arms as his hair flew behind him. He did not move his body, but charged out of the dimension with the Berserkers' world. The next instant, all Berserkers saw… a world they could not see before!

This scene was just like what the Elder of Great Yu had mentioned when he predicted the Berserker Day in the past—the others could not see the world he saw!

Perhaps that was because he was a blind man, but perhaps it was because he was a blind man that the world he saw possessed a higher value to be inherited. Yet no matter what, during that instant… Su Ming caused all the Berserkers to see a world… that only Su Ming could see previously!

The six hundred thousand Berserkers in worship and the even greater number of Berserkers who could not come forward to greet Su Ming and remained on the islands in the land lifted their heads to stare at the fog in Yin Death Vortex at that moment. They saw the world beyond the Berserkers' world, and they felt as if their breathing had come to a standstill. They stared at everything before them in a daze. Below them was the pit in the dimension, and it was getting further and further away from their sight.

If anyone cast a glance at this scene from a distance, they would be able to see that the entire Berserkers' world seemed to have turned into a huge stone. It e was the land where the Berserkers lived and the Berserkers' legacy. Like a stone, it rushed out of the Berserkers' dimension and the whirlwind in the endless Yin Death Vortex.

"I will take all of you… to see a world you previously could not see!"

Su Ming's voice traveled into all the Berserkers' ears. Under their excited roars, he brought their world out of Yin Death Vortex.

The hand that grabbed the Berserkers' world was filled with a power that would not crumble. No matter how the vortex swept at it, the hand allowed Yin Death fog to corrode it, but it was not at all affected. Instead, it maintained a fixed speed and swiftly rose into the air.

However, Yin Death Vortex had always operated in a manner that did not allow anything to enter nor leave. Even the Immortals in the past could only use a Rune to move through it to avoid Yin Death Vortex from sucking them into it. Yet the Immortals' Rune had long since crumbled.

Because of it, they could only move in reverse within Yin Death Vortex. This task was so difficult that when Su Ming tried it in the past, he failed. His senior brothers had also tried it before, but in the end, they could only leave with the help of the three great wills.

If Su Ming would have done this alone, he could have left easily. In fact, even if he had to bring one thousand, ten thousand, or one hundred thousand people with him, while it would be a little difficult, he could still take them out, but at that moment…

Su Ming was bringing all the Berserkers as well the land of the Berserkers' world. Because of it, this was no longer an easy task to do even for him. In truth, before descending into the Berserkers' world, Su Ming had not thought of taking the land with him, but the laws of fate that had gathered in the Berserkers' world over the past one thousand something years had given him this chance.

Once the power of the True World fused with the laws of fate, it allowed Su Ming to have the ability to turn the impossible task into something possible!

However, the suction force from Yin Death Vortex became greater the higher the land of Berserkers rose. In just a moment, the howls from the suction force grew to a deafening degree. It was as if there was a hand seizing hold of the land of Berserkers, intending to yank it back.

But that was not all. At the same time the suction force filled the air, most of the dimensions in Yin Death Vortex opened up, and a large number of ferocious creatures of all sorts of appearances rushed out with a howl to charge towards the land of Berserkers.

It was as if a will that Su Ming could not sense filled Yin Death Vortex at that moment, luring all the ferocious beasts to appear in this place so that they could stop Su Ming's crazed action.

A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He swung his arm, and a gentle light immediately enveloped the land. Once he protected the weaker Berserkers on the islands, he said resolutely, "Berserkers, heed my words. Kill all those who try to stop us from charging out of this place!"

If they did not kill, then there would not be any powerful warriors who would rise to power. At that moment, all the Berserkers had experienced an increase in their levels of cultivation, but they could only truly turn this sort of increase into their own power after they experienced life and death situations, which was why Su Ming had chosen to not protect them, even if he could.

They needed to pay a price for rushing out of Yin Death Vortex to see the world outside. He needed to let all the Berserkers know the difficulty in this. Only by doing so could the Berserkers have the confidence to face all the difficulties in the future while they rose to power.

Besides, even if Su Ming helped them this time, so that none the Berserkers suffered any injuries while they were under his wing, Su Ming could not protect them forever. The disaster from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn that would sweep through all of Arid Triad was about to arrive. So this… would be a test. If they could not pass this test, then the Berserkers did not have the right to face the subsequent disaster.

If that was the case, instead of dying in the hands of foreigners, it would be better… for them to not even leave Yin Death Vortex.

"The races from the dimensions in Yin Death Vortex vary in strength. If there is anyone among them whose levels of cultivation surpass yours by two Realms, I will kill your enemy for you!

"If there are those who are in the same Realm as you or are one Realm above you, then you are to kill them yourselves. Either you will live and charge out of this place with me to let those in the world outside witness the Berserkers' rise to power… or you will die here!

"What the Berserkers need are not flowers that can only grow while protected. What we need… is a towering tree that will stand tall even in the face of storms!"

There was a cold, callous tone to Su Ming's voice. His words echoed in the six hundred thousand Berserkers' hearts, and a crimson glare lit up in their eyes. A powerful killing intent and primitive, savage presence erupted from each of the Berserkers.

For their kin to rise to power was practically the greatest wish of all the Berserkers. At that moment, they erupted with the strongest killing intent they could muster without any hesitation. This killing intent charged into the sky and straight into Yin Death Vortex, right at the races from the dimensions who were charging towards them beyond the land of Berserkers.

The killing intent was especially prominent on Nan Gong Hen and the rest. The increase in their levels of cultivation was the greatest, and at that moment, they threw their heads back and roared, becoming the first to charge forward with monstrous killing intent.

To the Fated Kin, killing was nothing new. It did not matter whether they were foreigners or sea creatures, they had killed far too many of them in the past one thousand something years. At that moment, with aloof expressions, they rushed out, and like arrows shooting out from bows, they charged into the vortex.

Fang Cang Lan's face grew paler, but she continued persevering through it and watched everything with a smile, but there was no way Su Ming would not see her weakness. The moment the six hundred thousand cultivators rushed out, Su Ming moved and instantly appeared beside Fang Cang Lan so that he could hold her hand.

A pure Bright Yang Aura instantly surged into her body. It fused with the Yin Death Aura in the area and turned into a life force that belonged solely to Fang Cang Lan. With it injected into her, Fang Cang Lan's facial parlor started slowly getting better. She lifted her head and stared at Su Ming before she bit her bottom lip as if she wanted to say something.

"I know that your body is slightly different, or rather… you are not a Berserker. Compared to them, who grew up in Yin Death Region and have grown used to Yin Death Aura like the dead, you… have the power of Bright Yang, just like those in the worlds beyond," Su Ming said softly while staring at Fang Cang Lan.

This was something Su Ming knew from the moment his blood had scattered when it landed on Fang Cang Lan's fingertip.

"That is why even though I changed the True World's aura when I made it descend so that all the Berserkers could get used to it, you were not comfortable with it. Right now, the aura of death in Yin Death Vortex is very thick, so you are even more uncomfortable in it."

Su Ming stared at Fang Cang Lan gently. As he spoke and as the Berserkers' world charged forth through Yin Death Vortex, shrill roars and the sounds of battle came from above them. It was the noise of six hundred thousand something Berserkers fighting life and death battles against their neighboring races.

"But…"

"I will get used to it!"

Fang Cang Lan sucked in a deep breath and stared at Su Ming. She had spoken with in a serious voice, and her serious look caused her originally beautiful face to gain an alluring charm.

Su Ming smiled at her faintly.

While holding her hand, he said softly, "It's fine even if you don't get used to it. I will make the universe get used to you."

As Su Ming spoke, he lifted his left hand and pointed upwards. A gust of wind immediately stirred up and moved through the Berserkers to land at the center of the brow of a four-armed man. He possessed power equivalent to those in Mastery Realm, and he was fighting against a Berserker in Earth Cultivation while laughing ferociously, but the moment he wanted to land a killing blow, a loud bang shot out from the center of his brows, and his head exploded…