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Chapter 1247: Your Spirit Ascension Disaster… Has Arrived

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Blood gushed in all directions when the four-armed man's head exploded. His body froze for a moment while he was falling backwards before he was swept into the vortex. In an instant, he disappeared without a trace.

From the beginning till the end, Su Ming did not lift his head. He stared at Fang Cang Lan with a smile, and when her face became slightly red, he tugged her arm and pulled her into his arms.

With his own body warmth, he tried to provide warmth for the loneliness Fang Cang Lan had suffered over the past one thousand something years. At the instant she was pulled into Su Ming's arms, a tender look appeared in Fang Cang Lan's eyes, as if she was at the highest point in her life just by standing there. It was as if being by Su Ming's side was the best thing in her life.

She wished that this moment would last for eternity and nothing else.

The battle around them served as a background to the tenderness in her eyes. It was as if the colors of the rainbow had suddenly appeared in a painting of mountains and rivers. Those colors were incredibly bright, eye-catching… and did not seem to fit in, but still blended in beautifully. The unexpectedness of it was gone, and only the beauty was left behind.

Shrill roars echoed in the air, and torn bodies filled the area. Fueled by the madness of wishing to rise to power and their desire to leave, the six hundred thousand Berserkers only had one thought remaining in their minds at that moment—Kill!

This was a life-and-death struggle, and the battle became more intense as the hand continued dragging the Berserkers outside. Su Ming's previous words of needing towering trees that could remain standing in storms and not flowers to be protected also caused the battle to become more intense.

Who was the flower and who was the tree? There were no bystanders serving as witnesses in this battle, and there was no need for them, because those who survived would be the trees, and those who died… would still have been cast aside by destiny, even if they were not flowers.

This was very brutal and unfair, but fairness did not exist in battlefields. There was also no such thing as fairness when a race rose to power. If anyone dared to slack off during battle or lacked the courage to fight, then their kin was also bound to be cast aside.

Besides, there was no one who would dare to slack off during battle, because this sort of person would not survive till the end. They would be brutally killed by the foreign races.

The shrill roars came from both the foreign races and Berserkers. Most of the short period of warmth in Fang Cang Lan's heart was chased away by the screams of pain. She lifted her head and stared at the area above her as well as the area around her. A look that said she could not bear the sight appeared on her face.

"Before I had their power, I walked through the same path, and when I had their power, I still walked through the same path. I do not hope for them to arrive at the same stage as me after going through this life-and-death experience, but…

"If it were the times of peace, then with my current level of power, I can make the Berserkers rise to power by myself, but right now… if I want to make the Berserkers rise to power, I will need all the Berserkers to work hard with me.

"And what I need them to do is… to possess the right to continue living in the world outside with whatever disasters they face in the future when I am not around."

Su Ming lifted his head and looked at the slaughter above him. He saw the Berserkers dying and fighting with all their courage, and the increasing madness in their bloodshot eyes.

"Once they become aloof when they fight against others, become used to it, adapt to it… only then would they be able to grow. Right now, they are only children."

When Su Ming opened his mouth, a purple light suddenly flashed in his mouth, and the End of Wills Sword instantly flew out. It shot upwards, and immediately, shrill screams of pain echoed in the area. Four foreigners whose power were equivalent to those in Mastery Realm and who had just joined the battle jolted. Their heads were separated from their bodies, and they breathed their last.

"I know… about the things… you went through after you left the land of Berserkers."

Fang Cang Lan stared at Su Ming. There was a gentle look in her eyes, and at the same time, pain because she did not have the heart to think about what he had went through. She held Su Ming's hand and tightened her grip on it.

"I forgot that you have this sort of ability."

Su Ming was momentarily stunned, then let out a chuckle. He remembered that Fang Cang Lan had the ability to see another person's past. This divine ability was something that Su Ming had never seen anyone else, who was not a Berserker, to possess. Even among the Berserkers, Fang Cang Lan was the only person Su Ming knew that had this ability.

Perhaps Fang Cang Lan's Master was even better with this skill. Perhaps there were people who shared her blood who could even predict the workings of the universe, and perhaps… When Su Ming thought of this, his heart suddenly shuddered. His gaze grew profound, and he cast Fang Cang Lan a deep glance.

Why did she possess vitality when she was in Yin Death Region?

Why could she gather together the souls of the Berserkers once she was asked to become the Berserker Consort and make the Berserkers respect her? Besides her charm, perhaps… the legacy in her blood also contained a presence that could make the Berserkers find her a friendly presence.

Why could she and her Master's bloodline master this divine ability that allowed them to see other people's past, which even to the current Su Ming, still felt fathomless?

All of these questions rose in Su Ming's heart, but he soon found an answer.

The image of the Elder who could predict the Berserker Day, who he saw when he returned to the ancient past while he was All Spirits Hall, the image of the blind xun maker, and the image of his elder appeared in his head…

The rumbling sounds from Yin Death Vortex grew louder, and the battles in the area reached an extremely devastating degree. At the same time, the land of Berserkers continued rising higher even while it was fighting against the suction force from the vortex.

After a moment, a deafening roar rang out. The land of Berserkers rose upwards for a short distance. By then, they could already see the exit of the vortex.

Nearly two hundred thousand Berserkers out of the six hundred thousand Berserkers had died during the period of time the land of Berserkers moved through the vortex. The ones remaining might have bloodshot eyes, but there was a very clear, thick murderous aura surrounding them. They were no longer filled with madness, but had become more aloof.

It was something that came from getting used to slaughter. It was an even stronger killing intent than madness. They were like a piece of steel that was being sharpened into a blade continuously.

Among the four hundred Berserkers, around eighty thousand of them were the Fated Kin. Not many of them had died because they were already used to killing. They were already sharp blades that would shine brightly when light shone on them.

Then in their first battle against the foreign races after their levels of cultivation had increased, the sharp blades that were the Fated Kin were sharpened into precious swords!

They were so sharp that they could destroy thousands of armies!

It was especially so for Nan Gong Hen, whose presence had changed drastically during the battle. When he stood there, he was like a sharp fang dyed in blood. the heart of anyone who saw him would shudder, and a chill would crawl up their spine.

It was at that moment that an even stronger howl could be heard. More foreigners suddenly appeared from above the land of Berserkers in the vortex. The overall strength of these foreigners was not weak, and they were clearly the final defense of the vortex to prevent all those who wanted to leave.

In fact… Su Ming could even sense the faint presence of Immortals from the foreigners of varying appearances!

Compared to the fatigue of the four hundred thousand Berserkers, these foreigners who had just appeared were like murderous fiends who had been waiting for a long time. When they saw the rising land of Berserkers and the four hundred thousand Berserkers who flew up, ferocious and bloodthirsty looks appeared on their faces. They threw their heads back and roared, then charged towards the Berserkers like a swarm of bees.

Their number also reached tens of thousands. This was an unfair fight, even though fairness was as insubstantial as destiny in the process of a race rising to power, but… in Su Ming's eyes, if he wanted fairness to exist, then fairness would exist.

At the moment the Berserkers erupted with a murderous aura once more and were about to charge forward, Su Ming pulled Fang Cang Lan behind him and took a step forward. He lifted his left hand and swung his arm, and a voice that caused the Berserkers to be excited echoed in the air.

"I will tell you what is fairness when a race rises to power."

At the instant Su Ming's voice appeared, he pushed his left hand downwards, and it swayed, as if it had been seized.

In an instant, loud roars surged into the sky from the entire land of Berserkers. Amid those roars, the land of Berserkers trembled furiously. A sea of fire seemed to have appeared around it, and it was a fire from scraping the vortex at an extreme speed. The entire land of Berserkers looked like it had turned into a giant fireball.

As it roared, its speed instantly increased exponentially. Due to it, the wind pressure prevented the Berserkers from rising upwards. They fell down on the ground and immediately sat down cross-legged to circulate their cultivation bases in order to counterbalance the wind pressure.

At the same time, all of them lifted their heads and stared at the land of Berserkers, now a fireball, instantly sweeping up all the Berserkers to charge to Yin Death Vortex's exit. Due to its speed, it instantly reached the hundreds of thousands of foreigners.

At the moment they crashed… booming sounds, shrill screams of pain, and indescribable roars rang out from all fronts. It was a devastating sight that was impossible to put into words. The hundreds of thousands of foreign cultivators were like eggs that had crashed into a stone.

In an instant, one hundred thousand of them died, and in the next instant, another one hundred thousand crumbled, then in the next, another one hundred thousand exploded!

It was a furious crash with a fireball that was nigh impossible to fend against. It brought away flesh and blood while destroying countless souls. The fires seemed to burn with the flames of death that reaped all lives and would coldly and callously destroy all existences who tried to block it.

With a bang, the land of Berserkers got close to the exit of Yin Death Vortex, allowing all the Berserkers… to be able to see the galaxy of the True World for the first time in their lives!

"This is the fairness needed when a race rises to power."

When Su Ming's flat voice echoed in the air, it landed in the ears of all the Berserkers. They then once again let out their strongest roars towards a single person.

"GOD OF BERSERKERS!"

"GOD OF BERSERKERS!!"

"GOD OF BERSERKERS!!!"

The presence of the True World filled the area, and Yin Death Vortex could no longer suck in the land of Berserkers. No one could prevent the Berserkers from leaving. It was just like how no one could prevent this race from rising to power.

"Wait for me outside with them. I still have some things to do. I have to return to Yin Death Vortex…"

Su Ming lowered his head and looked at Fang Cang Lan with a smile, but when he said those words, Su Ming suddenly shuddered. He lifted his head in an instant and stared at the air. A stern look that had never been seen before on his face appeared on him!

Right away, the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe appeared beside Su Ming. He did not make a single sound, but his words were like claps of thunder when they landed in Su Ming's heart.

"Your spirit ascension disaster… has arrived."

Chapter 1248: Seal It Tight

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Berserkers were not the sole reason why Su Ming returned to Yin Death Vortex. He was also searching for Di Tian's presence. Because of it, he had told Fang Cang Lan that he wanted to return to Yin Death Vortex when they rushed out of it earlier.

But before he could finish saying it, a feeling of danger filled his heart even though it was his True World. The sense of danger was so strong that it made him feel as if he was about to reach death's door, and there was even a feeling as if he would absolutely not escape death.

The voice of the old man from Heavenly Spirits Tribe echoed in the air. In truth, before the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe even spoke, Su Ming already knew… that his Antecedental Spirit's disaster had arrived!

After remaining silent for a moment, he suddenly smiled in a free and graceful manner, then cast a deep glance at Fang Cang Lan.

"Take the Berserkers and wait for me beyond Yin Death Region."

Fang Cang Lan went pale again. This time, it was not due to her not getting used to the presence of the True World. Instead, it was because she could somewhat guess that something had changed during that instant just then.

This change was not a serendipity, but a life-and-death disaster.

After looking at Su Ming, Fang Cang Lan quietly hugged him. She did not speak, for there were no words for her to say. All of her thoughts seemed to be contained in her hug. It had no words, but there was no end to her thoughts.

Then, she turned around and left. From the start till the end, she never asked a single question, neither did she speak words of love, but before she turned around, a resolute look appeared in her eyes. She would not divide Su Ming's attention and would lead the Berserkers for him. This was the only thing she could do to help Su Ming as of right then.

Booming sounds surged into the air from the land of Berserkers. Once it rushed out of Yin Death Vortex, it floated in the True World's galaxy. This galaxy was Su Ming's clone, and Su Ming could change all the aura in it with a single divine thought.

He stared at the land of Berserkers leaving into the distance and at the countless Berserkers on the land bowing to him. He watched Fang Cang Lan standing in the crowd while staring at him deeply.

The smile on Su Ming's face became more free and graceful.

'The Antecedental Spirit's disaster… with my current condition and the help of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe, if I still can't get through it, then perhaps there is no one in the world who can get truly live through it.'

Resolve appeared in Su Ming's eyes. When he turned around, he took a step into Yin Death Vortex.

Besides searching for Di Tian and learning about the secrets in Yin Death Vortex, he had chosen Yin Death Vortex to get through his disaster because of the old man's words when the disaster arrived.

"This is the presence of the disaster revealing itself. You still have seven days. After them… no matter where you are, the disaster will descend, but I do wonder in what form the disaster will appear to you.

"Return to Yin Death Vortex. If my guess is correct, then the place… will be the most suitable place for you to get through the disaster in Arid Triad!"

The old man's solemn words resounded in Su Ming's heart. When he turned his head to look, he saw the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe beside him. He had a solemn expression on his face, but there was also a hint of anticipation.

He was looking forward to the arrival of Su Ming��s disaster, because he wanted to fight against it. In this battle, if he failed, he would die, but if he succeeded, he would earn the right for his ninth spirit ascension. Regardless of whether it was for himself or for his people, he had to fight against the Antecedental Spirit's disaster!

"Seven days, huh? Then I have time to search for Di Tian."

Su Ming stepped into Yin Death Vortex and charged forward. The suction force and aura of death in the vortex were not too effective against him.

With his level of cultivation, unless he ran into certain ancient existences, there was no way he would die.

Brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes. He moved swiftly and charged into one of the dimensions in the vortex. It was a world with a huge ocean. It was similar to the Berserkers' Dead Sea, but it was not black. Instead, it was blue.

At the instant he stepped into the world, Su Ming spread his divine sense outwards and scanned the area, causing all the people in the world to feel their hearts tremble. Then, he turned around and left without any hesitation.

"Not here," Su Ming mumbled, then moved through Yin Death Vortex to another dimension. That one had a boundless desert. The aura of death there was so thick that it formed a fog, but when Su Ming entered the place and cast his divine sense outwards, the fog swiftly dispersed.

"Not here either."

Su Ming scanned the desert with his divine sense, then turned around and left. Just like that, he charged through Yin Death Region, stepping into each and every dimension before him.

Every single time he entered one, he would spread his divine sense and search for Di Tian's presence. With his divine sense of a True World, as long as he entered the dimension where Di Tian hid himself, Su Ming was confident that he could find hints of his existence, even if he could not completely detect him.

One spot, two spots… When the first day was over, Su Ming had already searched through thousands of dimensions, but he did not manage to detect Di Tian's presence. After all, there were plenty of dimensions in Yin Death Vortex, and while one thousand dimensions was not a drop of water in the ocean, it was still not many.

'If I search like this, even if I use up all seven days, it'll be hard for me to go through all the dimensions. After all, there are simply too many of them in this world…'

Su Ming came to a stop. His eyes flashed a few times before he suddenly lifted his right hand and struck the center of his brow.

With it, Su Ming shuddered, and his divine sense seemed to have been split. It turned from one to two, then from two to four… When it turned into ten hundred, they surrounded the area and turned into another vortex in Yin Death Vortex.

Ten thousand divine senses was a number that cultivators could not begin imagining to possess, because if their divine sense was divided into ten thousand portions, it would be incredibly weakened. In fact, it would be completely impossible for them to do it. If they tried, their divine senses would be torn apart, and they would die.

But Su Ming was an Antecedental Spirit who Possessed True Morning Dao World. He had a True World clone, which was why he had the right to split his divine sense into ten thousand parts and still retain a certain amount of investigative power in each one.

At that moment, a brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes. He pushed forward with both hands. Immediately, the ten thousand divine senses let out a roar and charged out. They instantly rushed into ten thousand dimensions which they swiftly scanned traces of Di Tian.

As time passed, the second day, the third day, and the fourth day went by… While Su Ming continued sinking into Yin Death Vortex, his divine senses searched through batches of dimensions numbering to ten thousand time and again.

However, Di Tian's presence was like a drop of water that had fallen into the ocean. Four days had passed, and Su Ming had already searched through numerous dimensions, but he did not find even a single trace of his target.

In silence, Su Ming still continued searching. If he had not been extremely certain that he had felt Di Tian's presence in this place, he would have given up a long time ago.

"There are no longer any dimensions below us."

When the fifth day arrived, the old man beside Su Ming spoke hoarsely. He cast Su Ming a profound look. His divine sense immediately spread out, and a vortex formed by a whirlwind swept in all directions from him.

It was a vortex formed by the will of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe after he had gone through eight spirit ascensions. It was huge, and when it expanded, signs that it could replace Yin Death Vortex appeared. It looked like it was about to overlap with Yin Death Vortex.

When the new vortex appeared, the old man's divine sense instantly fused into every single dimension. When it swept through them, all of Yin Death Vortex seemed to shudder. All the living beings in each dimension sensed the old man's will at that instant.

They shuddered in terror as despair filled them, since they knew they could not fight against it.

If someone compared the old man's will to the three great wills Su Ming had killed, the three great wills would be like fireflies, and the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe would be the bright moon whose light could illuminate the entire world.

They were completely different states of being. In fact, at that moment, eight originally sealed dimensions whose existence had been wiped from Yin Death Vortex started trembling.

The hearts of Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors trembled at that moment, but they continued remaining still, simply allowing all the dimensions to shiver to the extent that they were about to shatter.

When the sky started shattering in the dimensions where they were, the ground started cracking, and the sealed entrance started showing signs of crumbling, some of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors could no longer hold themselves back and spread out their divine senses in an attempt to heal their dimensions.

The moment their divine senses appeared, Di Tian's expression changed.

"Retrieve your divine senses, quick!"

But Di Tian's warning was a little too late. The moment those people tried to repair their dimensions with their divine senses, the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe retracted his will from all the other dimensions where he was and gathered everything on the eight dimensions where the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were.

But he did not scan through them in a domineering manner. Instead, he soon left. When the old man's will retreated, the dimensions where the eight people were filled with dead silence.

The expression of the eight people, including Di Tian, turned dark. But they did not say a single word.

Only about the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn passed since the moment the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe spread out his divine sense to the moment he retrieved it. When he did so, the booming sounds gradually faded. The vortex that was formed by his divine sense also disappeared.

"There are eight dimensions sealed from within. This sealing method… is the exact same as the one used in Yin Death Vortex. There are eight people in them. Their bodies have become rigid, but their wills are powerful… They are not weak!

"Before your disaster arrives, I suggest… that you do not bother with these eight people, no matter what sort of hatred you harbor towards them," the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe said languidly while staring at Su Ming.

Su Ming's expression remained the same as he met the old man's gaze squarely.

"The Antecedental Spirit's disaster is about to arrive. It's only natural that I know my place. I'm searching for one of them because I am worried that he will suddenly appear to interfere when I am going through my disaster. Even if they sealed their dimensions because they do not want others to find them, to prevent any accidents, I believe it would be best if you help them and completely seal off their dimensions, senior."

Su Ming's voice was calm. He could detect the old man's unwillingness to participate in this matter, which was why he spoke of a different matter.

A glint shone in the old man's eyes. Without any hesitation, he lifted his right hand and swung his arm upwards at Yin Death Vortex. Eight runic symbols appeared in his hands. It contained his will's Brand, and it instantly fused into the vortex and the eight sealed entrances.

They were all completely sealed!

Chapter 1249: It… Is Related to You.

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When Su Ming completely sealed off the dimensions of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors using the old man's hand, the countless Berserkers in the land of Berserkers located in the galaxy beyond Yin Death Vortex all stared at the rotating Yin Death Vortex in silence.

This was the first time they had left Yin Death Vortex and the first time they arrived in the world outside. At that moment, all sorts of emotions surged through their hearts. They could not help but be anxious, since their God of Berserkers was still inside.

Once they survived the devastating battle, the Berserkers felt as if they had been reborn through fire. Their presence changed, and even though they were silent at that moment, a hint of determination could be detected in their eyes.

It was a determined heart to never leave if Su Ming did not appear. In fact, they would spare no pains in returning to Yin Death Vortex if that happened.

They might have already possessed this presence before, but they had not been as resolute as they were at that moment. Sometimes, resolution was signified by a presence that could not be hidden!

Fang Cang Lan sat down quietly on a mountain located at the edge of the land and cast her gaze into the vast Yin Death Vortex under the galaxy. It looked like a brilliant vortex. If it was not for the aura of death covering everything inside, the sight would definitely have been a beautiful and dazzling one.

Cang Lan was waiting, just like how she had waited for the past one thousand years. Even if an even longer period of time passed, she would still continue to wait.

But destiny seemed to be playing tricks on her, so Su Ming was outside while she remained inside… And now, when she had come out, he remained in Yin Death Region.

At that moment, the Ninth Summit located in Morning Dao Sect was stabilizing itself right in the public eye. Regardless of whether it was the protection Runes or the fusion of the three forces of power within the sect, all of them were swiftly transforming the Ninth Summit's appearance.

There seemed to be no end to the changes. Because of it, the Ninth Summit, who had taken over the location of Morning Dao Sect, became stronger in an unseen manner every single day once the internal parts of the sect had been integrated.

The armies from True Sacred Yin World and the Fourth True World moved through the borders between the True Worlds during and broke through the whirlwind under the invitation of the envoys sent by the Ninth Summit. When it deployed one hundred thousand cultivators, three hundred thousand vanguards charged towards Arid Triad's gap.

This would be Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos' first line of defense against Dark Dawn and Saint Defier. It would also be their first army.

All of True Morning Dao World was in a state of nervousness. The slowly trickling time seemed to be the calm before the storm. No one knew when Saint Defier and Dark Dawn would descend through Arid Triad's gap.

However, some of the cultivators who earned the right to know understood that the day… was already very, very close.

So close… that it might be the next day.

In a circular area of one million feet beyond Arid Triad's gap was a great whirlwind. There might be other whirlwinds at the periphery of the area, but they were much weaker. This was due to the efforts of the cultivators of all three True Worlds. They had stationed themselves in three different directions nearby to form three camps that were connected together.

Runes, seals, powerful weapons, and other items filled the area. All of them were locked onto Arid Triad's gap. Plenty of cultivators from the three camps were also sent to the whirlwind near the gap to serve as scouts and observe the activities beyond the gap.

This task was given primarily to the cultivators of the Ninth Summit, because while the Fourth True World and True Sacred Yin World could fend against the whirlwind, they could not do so like the cultivators from the Ninth Summit. Since Su Ming was the master of the True World's will, all those who had his Brand, or rather, all the cultivators who had gathered together their laws of fate for Su Ming, could move about within the whirlwind without being affected.

In fact, if Su Ming wanted to, he could make the whirlwind instantly disappear, but he did not want to do so. The whirlwind's existence was actually good for Arid Triad. After all, this could be considered as a natural form of protection.

The nervousness in True Morning Dao World and the silence before the storm resulted in an oppressive air. It enveloped the entire True World as well as True Sacred Yin World and the Fourth True World who had began preparing the second batch of their people to head to the frontlines.

This was… a war in which all on their side would prosper if a single one of them prospered, and if anyone on their side suffered losses, all of them would suffer losses. This was a war on their ground. Because of that, the final result would tell who the lord of that region was.

Foreign threats were invading, so if the war was lost, the four Great True Worlds would be enslaved, countless cultivators would be killed… and Arid Triad would get a new master!

In the beginning, True Sacred Yin World and the Fourth True World believed that the Ninth Summit, who had recently risen to power in True Morning Dao World, did not have the right to become the master of True Morning Dao World.

In fact, plenty of people from the two Great True Worlds believed that since True Morning Dao World had been reduced to ruins, there was no need for it to exist any longer. It would be better for it to turn into a battlefield.

An even better thing would be if all of True Morning Dao World was turned into a place that was difficult to access. There were plenty of powerful warriors from the two Great True Worlds who once supported this idea.

However, the Sublime Paragon from True Sacred Yin World and a certain ancient will who descended from the Fourth True World had completely rejected this thought. Not only did they treat the envoys from the Ninth Summit politely, they were also extremely courteous to them.

There were plenty of cultivators who did not understand this. Gradually though, a rumor started circulating among them. It said that there was a powerful warrior as great as the Sublime Paragons of the other four Great True Worlds behind True Morning Dao World's Ninth Summit. It was precisely because of this person that the Ninth Summit obtained the respect of the other Great True Worlds.

The rumors were insubstantial. There were those who believed in them, and those who sneered at them, but no matter what, the union formed by the three Great True Worlds became extremely solid under the threat of the possible descent of the foreign threats.

And at that moment, the powerful warrior Su Ming, who was rumored to be the existence behind the Ninth Summit that was as powerful as the Sublime Paragons, was in Yin Death Vortex with an aloof look on his face and resolve in his eyes. He was heading into the depths of Yin Death Vortex.

Ring-shaped ripples spread around Su Ming, forming a protective force similar to the one provided by the ring. This power filled the area around Su Ming, allowing him to maintain the same speed as he charged into the depths of Yin Death Vortex.

He moved very quickly. When the sixth day was almost over, he had already reached a depth he had never reached before. Yin Death Vortex had become much compact around him, and the suction force had also become more powerful. By his ears he heard deafening, piercing howls that resembled those of wolves.

"Get closer still. I can sense… an unimaginable presence at the depths of this Yin Death Vortex!"

There was a hint of excitement in the voice of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe. As he spoke, he grabbed Su Ming and charged forward.

But the instant he did so, a great repulsive force suddenly appeared in the vortex that was like the wind. It might have seemed weak, but when it blew at them, it seemed to freeze the vortex before stirring up a storm that made even the old man's pupils shrink.

The storm appeared unexpectedly and abruptly.

Su Ming was in a better condition. He only felt his entire body growing numb, as if he had lost his cultivation base for a brief instant. His mind went blank, and he came to a stop.

But the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe shuddered. He swiftly retreated and coughed up three mouthfuls of blood. Shock appeared on his face, but he soon threw his head back and laughed at the sky.

"It's as I expected! It's just as I expected! My guess was not wrong! There is no such thing as an eternal existence in the universe! All forms of lives have arch enemies, and all existences must die eventually!

"Su Ming, continue heading into the depths of this place. Head to the deepest region. The secret hidden in there… is related to you!"

Madness appeared on the old man's face. As he laughed loudly, he turned around and lifted his head to stare at the endless Yin Death Vortex above him.

When he finished speaking, the seventh day arrived.

The arrival of the seventh day meant that Su Ming's Arid Disaster was about to descend!

The blood mark immediately appeared at the center of Su Ming's brow. It melted into a blood thread, and in the blink of an eye, it covered Su Ming's entire body. It looked as if he was stuffed into a net of blood.

There were two figures standing silently in the opposite direction of the land of Berserkers. They could see each other through Yin Death Vortex.

The two figures were incredibly indistinct, and it seemed like they had no corporeal form. No one could say how long they had stood in the land as they continued staring at Yin Death Vortex.

One of them was short, but it was not a dwarf. Instead, it was a child.

The other person was surrounded by fog. Every single it rotated, it seemed to turn into eyes, causing all those who stared at the man to feel as if there were countless eyes on them.

Not a single hint of aura spread out from the two. While standing there, they looked as if they could avoid certain laws and wills in the True World. After a long while, the boy sighed softly.

"Were you able to tell that person's level of cultivation?"

"He is someone who Possessed True Morning Dao World. Forget the fact that I cannot determine his level of cultivation. The number of people who can determine his level of cultivation in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos can be counted on a single hand," the fog shrouded figure said in a low voice.

"Those in the world outside say that this person is a Sublime Paragon like us, but they don't know that this person… has already surpassed Sublime Paragons. He is above us.

"But I don't understand. All the Antecedental Spirits are suppressed in the Fourth True World. How… did he manage to become an Antecedental Spirit?!"

These two people were the Sublime Paragons of True Sacred Yin World and the Fourth Great True World. If Su Ming could divide some of his attention and observe the boy at that moment, he would definitely be able to recognize him as Chang He's Master, the person he saw in the illusion he obtained from Chang He's corpse!

Based on the fog shrouded figure's understanding towards Antecedental Spirits, it could be seen that as the Fourth True World's Sublime Paragon, he was in possession of many secrets regarding the suppressed Antecedental Spirits in Arid Triad.

The fog shrouded figure was silent for a moment before he said hoarsely, "Do not forget about the legendary… All Spirits Hall!"

"All Spirits… Hmm?"

The boy was just about to continue speaking when he suddenly lifted his head. His pupils shrank. He saw a change that shocked even him. His presence expanded swiftly, as if it had just received a great stimulation.

"This is…"

"The… Antecedental Spirit's… Disaster!"

The one who answered him was the fog shrouded figure beside him. He enunciated each word, and there was disbelief in his voice. When he spoke his final word, he was practically shouting, because it was a cry of surprise.

Chapter 1250: This Is My Disaster!

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The figure in the fog had only managed to mention the Antecedental Spirit's Disaster when his body froze.

The world swiftly fell silent. Space went still as if all things had been frozen for eternity and all lives had stopped thinking!

Even the powerful and mysterious Sublime Paragon from the Fourth True World had to extinguish all signs of his life under the indescribable will of heaven.

This was not death, but a dead stillness that left a person between a state of living and dying. It seemed like all existences in the universe did not dare to continue living, but they were also not allowed to die, which was why they chose… to temporarily become blank slates, the background for the will of heaven that would soon descend.

It did not matter whether they were willing or unwilling. All of them had to do this.

There was shock on the boy's face. It was something he rarely showed, but not only did it appear at that moment, it had also frozen to become an expression that seemed like it would exist on his face forever… because his body had frozen completely.

Only the terror in his eyes and the inverted image reflected in his pupils could allow others to see the truth of what he saw before the entire universe froze.

It was a scene of the whirlwind in True Morning Dao World freezing as well as all the laws there coming to a stop, as if they had been frozen by unseen ice.

Everything froze, and it was the same for the land of Berserkers beside Yin Death Vortex. The flow of their blood, the beating of their hearts, their cultivation bases, and even their thoughts came to a stop at that instant.

All the Berserkers on the land, including Fang Cang Lan, turned into something akin to statues. They were frozen in space and retained their expressions from before . In fact, they did not even know that their lives had been stopped…

They were not the only ones affected. It could be said that all the lives in True Morning Dao World, no matter what sort of level of cultivation they had, where they were, what they were doing, and whether they were alive or dead, became still when the laws froze.

People's personal intentions, the powerful warriors' intentions, and even the races' intentions were so insignificant before this will of heaven that they could not put up the slightest struggle.

No matter what the one million cultivators were doing in the Ninth Summit, even if they were located in the spot once belonging to Morning Dao Sect, they could not avoid being frozen when the world came to a stop. All of them stopped moving.

Su Ming's eldest senior brother, second senior brother, Hu Zi… everyone was frozen. There were no exceptions.

It was the same for the first line of defense from True Sacred Yin World, the Fourth True World, and the Ninth Summit stationed near Arid Triad's gap to fend against the foreigners… The three hundred thousand cultivators and the dozens of people who were constantly observing the gap in the whirlwind as well as the shrieking whirlwind that seemed as if it would never stop… froze at that instant!

It was as if the world had turned into a still picture existing eternally on a scroll…

There were two cultivators from the Ninth Summit beside Arid Triad's gap. The two of them had shock on their faces, as if they had just discovered information that they had to immediately report back to the army. Their gazes were fixed on Arid Triad's gap, and they looked like they were about to retreat, but they did not move.

There were eight people beyond Arid Triad's gap at that moment. There were murderous and sullen looks on their faces as they stepped into it, but the moment they entered Arid Triad, they were frozen.

Countless cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn could be seen at Arid Triad's gap, but their expressions changed and they instantly stopped moving in shock. They did not dare step inside, because if they entered Arid Triad, they would definitely be stopped for eternity.

There were two indistinct figures in the galaxy beyond Arid Triad's gap at that moment. They were one of the most supreme wills in Saint Defier and Dark Dawn. Based on their figures, it could be seen that they were a man and a woman. The woman represented Saint Defier, and the man Dark Dawn.

The two people's bodies seemed to be formed by fog which was swiftly gathering together. Their appearances could not be seen clearly, but based on the grave look in their eyes, it could be seen that their hearts were not calm.

"This is…"

"Arid Disaster! Someone is going through the Antecedental Spirit's disaster in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos!"

The two people were silent for a moment before they spoke hoarsely at the same time. They cast each other a glance then. They might be enemies, but they had already reached a consensus towards Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos, which was why they saw caution in each other's eyes, as well as a hint of them regarding this matter with great importance.

The man was silent for a moment before he sighed and said, "Stop advancing. We will only enter once this person gets through his disaster!"

Once he finished speaking, the countless cultivators behind him took three simultaneous steps backwards.

Besides True Morning Dao World, True Sacred Yin World, the Emperor of Abyss' True World, and the Fourth True World were also frozen in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos. It could be said that all regions in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos were frozen at that instant. They were as still as water, and not a single ripple could be seen.

Only… Yin Death Region remained a sole existence that was not frozen in all of Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos. The vortex was still rotating, as if it was completely unaffected/

It was as if even if the Antecedental Spirit's Disaster was something that could make all existences apprehensive and Saint Defier as well as Dark Dawn temporarily avoid its brilliance… Yin Death Vortex would still continue rotating. This disaster could not affect it even in the slightest.

The worlds in Yin Death Vortex were the same. When everything beyond the vortex froze, they continued with their usual operations, exactly the way they had done every single day in the past.

It seemed all the changes in the worlds beyond were completely unrelated to Yin Death Vortex, as if they were two different worlds.

Su Ming's pupils shrank. He lifted his head and stared at the vortex above him.

The eyes of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe sparkled brightly while he was not too far away. He had been waiting for this day for far too long. Right then, it had finally arrived. An increasingly powerful presence continued gathering on the old man's body, as if he was a sharp sword that was about to be drawn. At that moment, he was showing his intention of cutting down the heavens.

In fact, a vortex had appeared around him once more. It started rotating along with his will while an indescribable, brilliant light in the old man's eyes. It seemed to be the brightest light in the world that could burn all lives that looked into his eyes.

At that moment, a loud bang echoed through all of True Morning Dao World. It spread out and filled every single region in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos. At the moment the sound rang out, a crimson lightning bolt that was the size of a normal person's arm gathered in the air beyond Yin Death Vortex.

When it appeared, the space around it was immediately dyed blood red, as if it had been turned into a hellish ocean. If anyone cast their eyes on it, they would find that everything had turned the color of blood.

The light spread through all of True Morning Dao World. It filled True Sacred Yin World, the Emperor of Abyss' True World, and the mysterious Fourth True World. Even the Barren Lands of Divine Essence were covered by the red light.

When the lightning bolt appeared, it swiftly turned light red. With an indescribable presence, it seemed to have swept up all of Arid Triad into one single lightning bolt that charged into Yin Death Vortex.

During the process of its descent, the light spreading through Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos instantly moved in reverse and shrank. Eventually, it gathered together, making the bolt of lightning turn an extreme shade of red!

The bolt of lightning then charged into the vortex. The rotation of the vortex shuddered, but the red bolt of lightning also trembled violently. Its color became duller, but it continued rushing forward. An astonishing roar came from it, and it shot through Yin Death Fog with crushing force. It charged into the depths, straight to where Su Ming was.

It seemed to be chasing after Su Ming's life. Once it locked onto him, no matter where he hid, it would definitely descend on him. Until it wiped out Su Ming's life, it would never stop.

Su Ming had used seven days to reach the depth of Yin Death Vortex, but the lightning had instantly reached his field of vision.

It was crimson and had a domineering air that seemed to represent Arid Triad's strongest will and a madness intent on destruction. It looked like the blood capillaries in a crazed person's eyes. At the instant Su Ming saw the bolt of lightning, it stirred up a deafening, thunderous roar, and approached him.

"The nine disasters of the Antecedental Spirits… each of them is stronger than the last!"

The ancient voice of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe echoed in the air. He took a step forward, and the moment he lifted his foot, a ferocious look appeared in his eyes.

It was his Arid Disaster, so Su Ming did not want to have the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe fight against it by himself. He wanted to try getting through the disaster with his own power. Only by doing so would he have the will to face any dangers he would have to deal with in the future.

Only when he could not get through it would he require someone else to help him. Until then… he would personally face the disaster!

'This is a disaster and a serendipity!' A brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes.

"I will get through the first disaster myself!"

While speaking, Su Ming swiftly moved. The third eye at the center of his brow opened, and the red bolt of lightning that closed in on him was magnified an infinite number of times. Su Ming lifted his right hand, formed a seal, and struck his third eye.

When he did so, his will of a True World and an Antecedental Spirit erupted from him. Even though the True World had been frozen, Su Ming was the True World and the master of its will.

"Mountain Shifter!"

He lifted his arms, then put his hands together before swiftly striking the top of his head. One hundred thousand mountains instantly appeared around him. They manifested simultaneously and gathered around him before overlapping with each other. They formed a towering mountain which crashed against the descending red lightning with a loud bang.

From the distance, it did not seem as if the lightning bolt was descending with a mighty presence. Instead, it looked as if Su Ming was attacking nothing. At the instant the lightning bolt touched the mountain, Su Ming's entire body shuddered.

The towering mountain formed when the one hundred thousand mountains around him overlapped with each other shuddered violently. Amid the loud bang, it shattered, and in an instant, it crumbled to pieces.

The red bolt of lightning became duller, but it maintained its speed. Its killing intent was astonishing as it charged straight towards the center of Su Ming's brow.

Chapter 1251: The Approaching Five Colors

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A profound look appeared in the eyes of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe. He stared at Su Ming and did not immediately help him. If Su Ming did not choose to personally go through the disaster, he would have naturally helped him, but he would have been certain in his heart that Su Ming's success would come to an end at that point.

If the person did not even dare to face their own Antecedental Spirit's disaster, then they would definitely not become someone outstanding. They could only be part of the common folk, and not only would their level of cultivation not increase, their cultivation base would slowly scatter.

This was why when Su Ming asked to get through his disaster himself, the old man saw Su Ming's worthiness and his responsible nature. He was… very curious as to how many disasters Su Ming could get through.

'His disaster is bound to be different compared to others due to my existence. His first disaster alone already surpasses what I previously understood of this disaster…

'And if this place wasn't Yin Death Vortex, the might of the disaster would have been even more terrifying.' The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe frowned and watched the red lightning swiftly close in on Su Ming.

A brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes. In the face of the powerful Arid Disaster, it was difficult for him to fend against it with his Mountain Shifter Art. But Su Ming had predicted this beforehand, which was why when the huge mountain formed by the one hundred thousand mountains overlapping each other collapsed, he did not wait for the red lightning to descend on him. He formed a seal with his hands and struck his chest.

With it, Su Ming took a few swift steps backwards, and when he opened his mouth, purple light shone. It instantly reached one hundred thousand feet, completely enveloping Su Ming within it. From the distance, Su Ming looked as if he was a huge, purple sword in Yin Death Vortex.

"End of Wills, Mountain Shifter!"

A large amount of red appeared in Su Ming's eyes at that moment. It was due to him circulating all the cultivation base in his body to activate the End of Wills Sword. With the power of the sword, he shook the universe and connected it with his True World to move all the mountains in it so that he could activate… the strongest Mountain Shifter Art.

The sword shared a similar form to mountains during ancient times. In the hands of men, branches and metal could be turned into swords. Then in the hands of heaven, the mountains on the earth and the logs could also be turned into swords!

That was why he used the sword to activate Mountain Shifter Art.

This was what Su Ming could think of to make his Mountain Shifter Art even stronger. At that moment, when he executed the Art without hesitation, his will of an Antecedental Spirit spread out of Yin Death Region to fill the frozen True Morning Dao World.

The souls of all the countless broken cultivation planets and the ones that existed in the past, the floating continents, and shattered mountains seemed to have been extracted at that instant while they buzzed and trembled.

They instantly appeared around Su Ming in Yin Death Vortex. One hundred thousand, one million, ten million… When there were more than one hundred million of them, they no longer surrounded Su Ming, because Yin Death Vortex could no longer contain them if they did so.

The souls of the mountains overlapped with each other around Su Ming. The tip of the End of Wills Sword before him was the summit, and as mountains manifested and overlapped with each other, in the blink of an eye… there were three hundred million of them!

Once they fused and overlapped with each other… they formed a purple mountain containing the supreme blade of the End of Wills Sword, the vast amount of mountain souls from True Morning Dao World, and an indestructible body!

When the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe saw this, he narrowed his eyes slightly. He had witnessed scenes that could nearly be considered as miracles from Su Ming time and again. Regardless of whether he was in the All Spirits Hall, they were wandering about in the world outside, or Su Ming was fighting against the Antecedental Spirits' disaster, all of the things the old man witnessed were not usual.

'This child is skilled in hiding his Arts, such as this one. It is… already much stronger than what he executed before. He is truly someone who is unassuming when he does not take action… but when he does, he will be an astonishing force.'

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe let out a sigh of relief when he saw Su Ming turn into the purple mountain, because he knew that Su Ming had not recklessly stated that he wanted to challenge the Antecedental Spirit's disaster but had made his decision a long time ago and had even begun making preparations a long time ago.

'It's a pity. If only he were a member of my race…'

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe shook his head, unable to hide the harmless envy he had towards Great Berserker Tribe.

At the time the old man shook his head, Su Ming turned into the blade-like mountain in Yin Death Vortex. All of this might seemed to have taken a lot of time, but in truth, it was over in an instant. At the moment the red bolt of lightning approached Su Ming, it crashed into the purple mountain.

Endless booming sounds echoed endlessly in the area at that instant. The red bolt of lightning was the first disaster from Su Ming's Arid Disaster, and it was also the weakest out of the seven. After being suppressed by Yin Death Vortex and weakened by Su Ming's first Mountain Shifter Art, it crashed into his End of Wills Mountain Shifter Art, which he had prepared with his full might.

At the instant booming sounds reverberated through the air, the purple mountain that was Su Ming trembled violently. Cracking sounds rose and fell, and cracks swiftly went down the mountain. Red light shone through them.

The red light was naturally the power of the red lightning, and it seemed to be spilling out and scattering into thin air. When it fought against Su Ming's mountain, its power continued to weaken.

When a deafening roar surged into the sky, the purple mountain formed by three hundred million mountain souls shattered into pieces. With a killing intent that had been accumulating in the End of Wills Sword for a long time, purple light swiftly rushed at the incredibly dull red lightning that had descended into Yin Death Vortex.

Piercing sounds swiftly shot into the air. It was the sound of the End of Wills Sword crashing into the red bolt of lightning. That sound only lasted for about two breaths before a brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes. For the first time since the disaster began, he rushed out and charged towards the red bolt of lightning.

This was Su Ming's linked series of divine abilities. The first was Mountain Shifter, the second was End of Wills Mountain Shifter, and the third was the killing intent of the End of Wills Sword. Once he continuously weakened the red lightning bolt like that, Su Ming attacked.

With the simplest method, he threw a punch against the incredibly dull red lightning bolt when the End of Wills Sword moved back.

Booming sounds rang out. Su Ming shuddered, but he did not move back. Instead, he lifted his head, and his presence of looking down on the world became stronger. When the red bolt of lightning, the first Arid Disaster, shattered, Su Ming's presence reached its strongest state.

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe witnessed all of this, and praise appeared in his eyes. No matter what method Su Ming used, he had indeed fought against the Antecedental Spirit's disaster on his own.

Perhaps this would not be enough for his level of cultivation to increase, but his heart and will would get stronger by leaps and bounds, as if he had taken a huge step forward!

"There are seven disasters for Antecedental Spirits. I might have been the one who brought this disaster to you, but I suspect that you will at most go through three disasters. After all, you have only gone through a spirit ascension once. I can help you go through the three disasters. If you want to go through the disasters on your own, then I will take action at appropriate moments. After all, I have already verified one of my guesses.

"Now, what will you do for your second disaster?" the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe asked while looking at Su Ming.

"I want to go through the second disaster on my own as well."

Su Ming remained silent for a few breaths before wrapping his fist in his palm towards the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe. His aura was like a tidal wave at that moment. He could not lose it just yet, which was why no matter how strong the second disaster was, he had to persevere through it.

And… most importantly, Su Ming could clearly sense his aura continue gathering around him, as if it was about to reach a breakthrough. It was related to his state of being as well as his will of an Antecedental Spirit.

Su Ming had only gone through one spirit ascension in All Spirits Hall. It was not because he did not know the number for the second spirit ascension, but because he had a feeling that the second spirit ascension was beyond his abilities. If he forcefully ascended, then even if he had the correct number, he had a feeling that he might not necessarily succeed.

It was just like the feeling of helplessness a mortal would have after seeing a one hundred feet tall rock once they were able to lift a ten feet tall rock.

Yet right then, once Su Ming went through his first disaster, he had a very strong feeling that once he reached a breakthrough this time, he could go through his second spirit ascension!

'Nine spirit ascensions…'

Su Ming's heart pounded, but not a single hint of it could be detected on his face. When he lifted his head and stared at the vortex, a hint of fighting spirit appeared in his eyes, and hidden behind that spirit… was anticipation, and it was an emotion only he knew.

"Very well. Based on what I know, the second disaster is the Five Lightning Disaster. This disaster…"

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe nodded. But just as he was about to continue speaking, thunderous roars echoed from above Yin Death Vortex.

At the moment the sound appeared, the old man looked at the vortex above him. There seemed to be five colors shining there. This scene caused his heart to tremble, and brilliant light instantly shone in his eyes. He focused his attention on the area.

"This is…"

When the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe saw the five-colored light clearly, his expression changed, and a hint of shock appeared on his face.

At the same time, four bolts of lightning appeared out of nowhere in the north, south, east, and west of the still Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos. They turned into long arcs that charged into Yin Death Vortex.

They moved so quickly that no cultivator could compare to their speed. They only needed an instant to move through a True World. The four long arcs had four colors that constantly changed. There was black, white, red, and pink. As they changed, they instantly closed in on Yin Death Vortex.

The moment they arrived, the fifth long arc appeared in the galaxy beyond Yin Death Vortex. It was yellow, and it symbolized supreme majesty!

It was just like the imperial power belonging to the emperors in the mortal world. The yellow light filled the whole place. The other four colors surrounded it, but they did not cluster around it. Instead, they arranged themselves based on some sort of law and charged into Yin Death Vortex.

Booming sounds echoed in the air, and the five long arcs surged into the vortex, instantly appearing before Su Ming's eyes. It was at that moment that he heard the old man's disbelieving murmurs.

"Five Colored Lightning. It's the Five Colored Lightning…"

Chapter 1252: The Second Disaster

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Five Colored Lightning was a lightning with five colors.

However, the ordinary five colors were not worthy of being known as these five colors. Only the five long arcs revealed before Su Ming and the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe right then were colors who gave each life when they were born in the world the years of their lives as well as some abstruse theories linked to life!

The black color was not completely black. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that in the beginning, it was a color that was close to faint brown. It was… the color of a child!

The red brought with it gentleness and mildness. It brought with it youth and the best years of a person's life. It did not describe a woman, but all men and women at the prime of their lives, causing all those who saw it to be immersed in it. That was… the color of red.

The pink hue had with it temptation and seduction. It contained all the primitive urges in the world and could light up a person's soul. It could make people unable to help themselves but be immersed in it. It was also not used to describe a woman, but symbolized the maturity and charm of a person after they moved past their prime and arrived at another stage of their life. It was… pink.

The white was not the color of snow, but a form of ancient air. It was like white hair, making anyone who stared at it to feel as if they could see themselves when they grew old many years later. They would naturally sigh and lament the changes of time as well as how it passed by them without leaving a single sign. When they realized it, they would have already arrived at the late stages of their lives. It was… the color of a crane.

As for the yellow long arc that was the symbol of the mortals' emperor, it was a symbol of supremacy, as if it stood above all and looked down upon the world. It was a color of nobility that could not be put to words. It was a light needed to lead all forms of life, and it was… the color of a dragon!

Those were the five colors!

The color of a child, red, pink, the color of a dragon, and the color of the crane. They contained all forms of life, including humans and gave all forms of existence five different colors.

At that moment, as the five long arcs descended, they changed and transformed into faces that swiftly closed in on Su Ming.

The first to approach him was the color of the child. It instantly reached him, and Su Ming's eyes sparkled. He lifted his right hand and cut down on the air before him. He knew of the terror of the Arid Disaster, and he had to give it his all when he attacked. The God Slayer Art swiftly appeared and turned into an arc in the air before Su Ming to charge at the color of the child like a long blade falling downwards.

The power of absolute accuracy and rebound immediately erupted the moment the arc touched the lightning which was the color of a child. Su Ming moved back without hesitation while his eyes shone brilliantly. He might have attacked with all his might, but due to the different divine abilities, the strength of his attacks would naturally differ. At that moment, he had only executed the God Slayer Art to test the strength of the lightning.

Based on the results, Su Ming would execute different divine abilities, but he did not expect that when the long blade formed by the God Slayer Art touched the lightning which was the color of a child, it would shudder and shatter to pieces.

Su Ming was stunned. In the meantime, the lightning which was the color of red and pink charged towards him. Behind them were the faces formed by the color of a dragon and a crane. They were all swiftly approaching him.

Su Ming immediately took a few steps back. But when he was about to attack, his heart suddenly shuddered. He sensed that some sort of change seemed to have happened in his body. It was incredibly bizarre, and he sensed his own face changing before the concentrated mass of faces in front of him. The world seemed to be getting smaller before his eyes, and he could not help but have a feeling of weakness raise in his heart.

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe watched Su Ming. He could clearly see him turning into a child. When he gained the appearance of a newborn, anguish appeared on the old man's face.

"This is the Five Colored Light. When the universe was just born and all lives were created, they were given these fairly distributed five colors. They make up all lives from the moment they were born to the moment they return to dust.

"Only when you crush them and experience the five colors will the disaster truly appear."

When the old man spoke, Su Ming noticed that his appearance had changed drastically, but the feeling of weakness in his body did not make him feel apprehensive. An even stronger light shone in his eyes.

He could sense that the signs of a breakthrough had become even stronger once his appearance changed.

A resolute glare shone in Su Ming's eyes. With a single move, he took a step forward without hesitation and punched the air in the direction of the incoming red lightning. As loud booming sounds shot into the air, the red lightning shattered, and even the pink lightning behind it shattered, as if it was so weak that it could not withstand even a single hit.

Su Ming's appearance changed again. From a newborn, he turned into a teenager, and when he became a man at the prime of his life, Su Ming's punch landed on the color of a dragon.

As it shattered, Su Ming's appearance changed again. This time, he was a middle-aged man with an awe-inspiring might, as if he was a supreme existence. It was also during this moment that the feeling as if Su Ming was about to reach a breakthrough reached its peak. With just a little more… he could do it.

With a longing and determination, Su Ming lifted his right hand and pushed the air in the direction of the final color of a crane.

Boom!

The lightning instantly crumbled. When it did, Su Ming threw his head back and howled. His presence was the same as before, but he could sense a form of metamorphosis in his will, like an explosion. This feeling continued, and suddenly, the Five Colored Lightning that had crumbled when it descended gathered together again and manifested before him.

It gathered together so quickly that it gained form in the blink of an eye. The five colors did not take the form of a lightning bolt, however. They appeared as faces, but there were only five faces this time. Each bolt of lightning had taken the form of a face.

All the faces belonged to Su Ming!

They were Su Ming when he was a newborn, a teenager, a young man, a middle-aged man, and an old man. They surrounded each other and formed a huge hand that swiftly went to grab Su Ming.

A powerful sense of danger rose in Su Ming's heart. The threat came from the hand and the astonishing presence spreading out from it. That presence surpassed the previous red lightning by a lot.

The hand's speed was so quick that it instantly covered an endless distance. With just one stretch, it covered the entire area around Su Ming. It locked down every possible escape and turned into the sky when it went atop his head. When it enveloped him, it turned into a cage. Its momentum caused booming sounds to shoot up into the air. Then, it clenched its fist to seize Su Ming.

Brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes. When the hand locked down every single possible escape route and he was about to be caught in the palm, he closed his eyes. Right away, a large amount of black light surged out of his body.

It was… the Light of Extreme Darkness!

When he was surrounded by the Light of Extreme Darkness, Su Ming looked like a sharp black thorn. Then, he simply allowed the hand to grab him!

Muffled booming sounds shot up. At the moment the hand grabbed Su Ming, it stopped abruptly, and a large amount of black light shot out through the spaces between its fingers. The low growl of a dragon rose from the hand.

Chapter 1253: The God of Berserkers Crushes the Disaster!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It was the Dragon of Destruction from Su Ming's soul, the one from that came from his mother's race. The dragon gathered together a supreme, chilling air, causing the power of the Light of Extreme Darkness to become much greater. It surrounded Su Ming and turned into the origin of the Light of Extreme Darkness, and the Dragon of Destruction roared.

Booming sounds instantly surged up and continued without end, and each one was stronger than the last. In just the span of a few breaths, the palm formed by the five colors looked as if it could no longer close up completely. More black light spilled out from the spaces between its fingers. As it did, it started to look like the hand was being enveloped by endless Light of Extreme Darkness. The image of the Dragon of Destruction manifested in it and charged out.

The Light of Extreme Darkness shining through the spaces of the hand instantly looked as if it had gained sentience. It spread out, as if it had turned Su Ming's body from something of corporeal form to something without form. He turned into an illusion that fused with the Light of Extreme Darkness, and large quantities of him spread out from the spaces between the fingers to gather in midair again before he turned into the huge and ferocious Dragon of Destruction.

Once the dragon appeared, it roared towards the heavens. Its voice was as mighty as thunder and seemed to contain the might of heaven. Its eyes shone brilliantly when it looked at the hand formed by the five faces.

The hand slowly unfurled, revealing that there was nothing on its palm. Then, the hand rose up and seized the Dragon of Destruction. This time, the five fingers formed by the five faces became clearer.

"Power of Ocean Remover, scatter the Light of Extreme Darkness! Dragon of Destruction in my soul, form the chill!"

The eyes of the Dragon of Destruction shone with a chilling air. As Su Ming mumbled, the Light of Extreme Darkness spread out swiftly. This was a metamorphosis of his divine ability that Su Ming had figured out earlier when he was alone.

Among his divine abilities, Mountain Shifter, Ocean Remover, God of Berserkers Transformation, God Slayer, and Arid Curse were the main ones. When Mountain Shifter fused with the End of Wills Sword, he could bring forth three hundred million mountain souls and turn them into a mighty Art. This was the End of Wills Mountain Soul Tremor Art!

The Ocean Remover Art in itself was a manifestation of the Light of Extreme Darkness. When it fused with the Dragon of Destruction in Su Ming's soul, its might would increase by several times, but it would not be able to match up to the Mountain Shifter Art that had gathered together three hundred million mountain souls, because this Art did not have a supreme treasure like the End of Wills Sword to be used with it.

But… Su Ming had used the ring on the Ocean Remover Art. Because of it, his Ocean Remover divine ability attained a terrifying might.

Next, it was his God of Berserkers Art. Su Ming no longer needed to test this Art. The first and second style of the God of Berserkers Transformation were by themselves even stronger divine abilities while Su Ming was under the effect of the God of Berserkers Transformation.

At that moment, when he saw the hand formed by the five faces charge towards him, a powerful mighty pressure that seemed to be able to destroy all lives spread out from the hand. In an instant, it approached him. At the moment it seized him, Su Ming growled as the Dragon of Destruction and swept up the ocean-like Light of Extreme Darkness around him. He moved, but he did not retreat. Instead, he charged towards the hand.

When the two sides crashed into each other and the hand opened up to grab the Dragon of Destruction, Su Ming flung his body forward. His tail swung outwards and surrounded the hand, as if he wanted to envelop the five fingers with his tail. With his body as the rope, he intended to bind the five fingers.

During that instant, as the dragon's tail grew endlessly and touched his head, Su Ming's body turned into a circle around the hand…

"Slaughter from the Ring of the Freezing Dragon of Destruction."

When Su Ming mumbled these words, the presence of a supreme treasure erupted from the ring-shaped body of the Dragon of Destruction. The ring came from Saint Defier Expanse Cosmos, and it was a supreme treasure at the level of those in Avanicaya Realm that Su Ming had snatched for himself!

All of this might have seemed to have happened over a long period of time, but in truth, it happened in an instant. At the moment the ring appeared, it immediately grew and seemed to fuse with Su Ming's Dragon of Destruction to the point that they could no longer be differentiated. When this happened, the Dragon of Destruction's body swiftly shrank. The ring, too, shrank and bound the five fingers of the hand.

A loud bang shot up. As the Dragon of Destruction that had fused with the ring, not only did Su Ming bind the five fingers together, he also intended to kill them as his body shrank.

This was him taking the initiative from being passive at the start. It was Su Ming revealing his fangs. He did not want to passively receive his disaster. He wanted to take the initiative and attack. He wanted… to destroy the disaster!

From the distance, it looked like Su Ming had turned into a ring. The five fingers on the hand were bound tightly by it, and when he shrank, he was going to break all five fingers!

Booming sounds echoed in the air. As the Dragon of Destruction and the ring shrank swiftly, the five fingers started trembling, especially at the spot where the ring bound them. The skin there swiftly sank, but a powerful rebound continuously made the sunken spots bounce back.

The five fingers shone, but their light was starting to grow dull. Clearly, even this disaster found it hard to escape Su Ming's counterattack.

Boom!

The index finger was the first to crumble. Once it broke, the red face twisted and disappeared without a trace with a sigh filled with unwillingness to admit defeat.

It was immediately followed by the face of the child on the pinky. Amid the booming sounds, it also crumbled and shattered…

When the first finger crumbled, Su Ming felt his spirits lift, but when the second finger crumbled, the Dragon of Destruction narrowed his eyes slightly.

Su Ming might be confident, but he would not be as egotistical as to believe that his divine ability would be strong enough to force the second disaster of the Antecedental Spirits to retreat. His intention had been to continuously weaken the hand while it struggled, just like how he handled the first disaster. He wanted to weaken it to its extreme before he launched a fatal strike.

Yet at that moment, it might as well be said that the hand had crumbled on its own.

When the finger representing pink crumbled under Su Ming's Dragon of Destruction Ring, it was followed by the color of a crane, which was the thumb, and the color of a dragon, which was the middle finger. All of them crumbled, causing the ring that was Su Ming to shrink to its limit.

Right when the Dragon of Destruction and the ring shrank to its limit, the five fingers that had already dissipated seemed to float on the palm of the now fingerless hand. Suddenly, the air at the spot where the fingers were distorted, and all the fingers appeared simultaneously, as if the crushing just then had only been an illusion. If it was not because the fingers that appeared once more were clearly much duller than before, Su Ming would have definitely thought that his plan to weaken the fingers had failed.

'How troublesome, this second disaster…'

Su Ming sighed in his heart. When the five fingers appeared again, they swiftly pressed themselves together to form a fist, intending to grab Su Ming while he was within their grasp.

When Su Ming sighed, the Dragon of Destruction folded itself together. Black light appeared on its body. He watched the five fingers around him charge at him, and a determined expression showed up on his face. He gave up on the other methods he prepared in his plan, because he just realized that even if he used all of them, it was impossible for him to bring about the effect he wanted.

If that was the case, Su Ming decided… that he would use the methods he prepared to fight against the third disaster on the second disaster!

"God of Berserkers Transformation!"

At the instant the hand charged towards Su Ming, covering all the areas around him, and was about to seize him, a brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes. He lifted his right hand and swung his arm. Immediately, around one hundred million souls of those from Great Berserker Tribe charged towards him. A part of them gathered on his right arm, making it grow endlessly and filling it with a power that could destroy the world. It surged into the sky.

Then, he swung his left arm, and it grew in the exact same manner as his right arm. Countless souls of those from Great Berserker Tribe fused into his arms before filling his torso, so it grew furiously. Then, it was his legs. At the instant all of this was over, Su Ming had already grown from a normal person's height to about one hundred something, and he was now a giant as tall as a mountain.

His body was filled with power, his eyes shone with great confidence, and a presence that was like a tidal wave erupted from his body. It belonged to the God of Berserkers.

That body was the strongest body of the Berserkers, and Su Ming also possessed a True World's will. It appeared in the third eye at the center of his brow. Right then, it opened to reveal a small crack, and during that moment, Su Ming was…

The God of the ancient Berserkers. He could fight against the heavens, the earth, and everything in all directions. This was the strongest manifestation of an Antecedental Spirit's will!

When Su Ming activated the God of Berserkers Transformation, the five fingers were less than hundreds of feet away from him. They covered the area in all directions Su Ming could escape, not allowing him any place to hide, but Su Ming did not intend to hide. Fighting spirit showed up in his eyes. At the moment the fingers descended on him, he growled, leapt forward, lifted his arms swiftly, and pushed them against the descending index finger.

At the instant the two sides clashed, booming sounds surged into the sky. The index finger shuddered violently and could no longer continue descending. Once it was pushed back by the effects of the God of Berserkers' Transformation, Su Ming growled.

He clenched his right fist and punched the index finger. It shuddered and bounced back under, allowing Su Ming to fly out from the gap even though the other four fingers had already furled into a fist.

Su Ming did not leave far into the distance. Instead, once he flew out, he turned around, pushed his hands together, turned into a long arc that charged towards the clenched hand.

"The countless souls of the Berserkers that have existed for tens of thousands of years that Great Berserker Tribe has existed, today is the day I go through my disaster. Are all of you… willing to lend me a hand?!"

Countless shadows seemed to appear at that instant in the area around Su Ming. Those shadows were indistinct, and if one did not pay close attention to them, they would not be able to see them clearly. In fact, even if they watched them clearly, they would feel as if they were just a figment of their imagination.

Perhaps they existed, but perhaps they did not. Su Ming's God of Berserkers form instantly closed in on the clenched fist. At the moment they collided, the bang that shot up stirred up all of Yin Death Vortex. Booming sounds traveled through the entire world and even to the world beyond.

When the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe saw this, strong light shone in his eyes.

Amid the booms, the five faces on the hand twisted violently. The index finger was the first to crumble, followed by the little finger, the ring finger, the thumb, the middle finger, and eventually, the palm. All of them crumbled under Su Ming's incredible power after he received the great boost once he went through his God of Berserkers Transformation.

The second disaster shattered!

Su Ming moved back and coughed up a mouthful of blood, but the fighting spirit on his face was still burning brilliantly. The life in his body tumbled while his will roared like a tidal wave and howled like an angry wolf. He had once again sensed that intent to reach a breakthrough in his heart.

'I can now go through my second spirit ascension, and if I can reach another breakthrough, I can go through two consecutive spirit ascensions and reach the third stage!'

Chapter 1254: The Direction of the Future!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Before, Su Ming was on a path leading to the heavens. On this path he could see light, future, and hope. This was the path of nine spirit ascensions. With three spirit ascensions, he could reach the power of those in Avanicaya Realm. With six spirit ascensions, he could become unbeatable among those in Avacaniya Realm. With nine spirit ascensions, he could become a life form which countless lives in the second era in this aeon within Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos wished to become but which none of them had been able to achieve…

Ancestral Spirit!

After nine spirit ascensions, he could become an Ancestral Spirit. Once he became one, it would mean that he stood at the peak among those during the second era. There would no longer be any forms of life that could endanger him, because Ancestral Spirits shared their lives with the universe. In fact, in some sense, they had already become a part of each other.

The path Su Ming originally took was not the path of an Ancestral Spirit. Only when several events were added together did he take the path to become an Ancestral Spirit. When he Possessed True Morning Dao World and perfected its will, it could be said that he… already possessed a relatively infinite amount of life, even if he had not noticed this as of then.

There was no end to his life. His existence was eternal. Unless the True World was completely destroyed and his will entirely wiped out, even if Su Ming's form and spirit were destroyed, he would no longer die.

All of these elements caused Su Ming to become an incredibly unique existence, even if he had been in the era of the Ancestral Spirits. He was an Antecedental Spirit, but he was also one of the four Great True Worlds under Arid Triad's will, thereby allowing him to form a strange connection with Arid Triad's will. This connection was one that even the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe could only barely understand. He did not know the details behind it, because this was a right only Ancestral Spirits possessed.

However… Su Ming could!

It was precisely because of his act of Possessing a True World after he became an Antecedental Spirit that he slowly came to an understanding, and that was why Su Ming yearned dearly for the next few spirit ascensions.

He longed to successfully have his spirit ascend nine times at the fastest speed possible to take that legendary step into the indescribable Realm, but even though Su Ming longed for it, it was not something that he could obtain just by wanting it. He needed a breakthrough in his state of being, his will, and his heart.

Only when he was worthy enough would he be able to obtain the foundation for the next spirit ascension.

That was why even though Su Ming placed a high value on this matter, he knew that he could not rush it. Yet now… when he sensed his will and his state of being boiling, he knew that he was about to be ready to go through his second spirit ascension. In fact, the right to go through his third spirit ascension was also right before his eyes, and greed rose in Su Ming's heart.

Riches came from danger. This was a proverb since ancient times, and at that moment, all that Su Ming did proved it right.

'The spirit of heaven is in this disaster. The possibility of me dying is not high, but I have to prepare myself well and be on guard… No matter what, if I can rush out of Yin Death Region, I will immediately head to All Spirits Hall and begin my spirit ascension… If I can have my spirit ascend twice and reach the third… then I…'

The longing in Su Ming's eyes grew to be stronger than he had ever felt it before. The legacy of the All Spirits Hall was in front of him. Others would not dare to attempt it even after they saw it, since they did not have the numbers to obtain the legacy.

Su Ming had the numbers, but he was not worthy enough. He had hesitated for a long time because of this before he gritted his teeth and left, forcing himself to no longer think of the strange properties of the All Spirits Hall.

Yet now, Su Ming saw hope. While under the effects of the All Spirits Hall, he threw his head back and roared. A monstrous light appeared in his eyes, and in the slightly dark Yin Death Vortex, his eyes were like two bright lamps. The fire in them burned with life and shone with hope.

'Why isn't the third disaster here yet?!'

When Su Ming lifted his head, light shone in his eyes, making him an incredibly eye-catching sight in Yin Death Vortex. When he leapt up, an increasingly greater aura erupted from his body. It surrounded him, and for the first time… he gathered it together to form a whirlwind in the vortex!

This scene was just like what the old man from Heavenly Spirits Tribe had done, but the old man had only been able to form a vortex with his great cultivation base.

Su Ming could not hope to compare to the old man's level of cultivation. However, he possessed an incredibly unique condition—he had a True World clone. He had the Arid Curse that could affect those in Avacaniya Realm and make the Arid Triad's will wake up from its slumber. He could also live through the first and second disasters based on his own abilities. All the strange changes that happened to him due to being in the depths of Yin Death Vortex had also caused Su Ming's aura to turn into a vortex instead of him only being to utilize it.

The vortex stirred up loud booming sounds and was the third vortex in Yin Death Vortex. When the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe saw this, he immediately narrowed his eyes. A surprised look appeared on his face.

The difference in the vortices might not seem great, but in truth, this was an ability of those who had succeeded in their third spirit ascension.

When Su Ming's aura turned into a vortex, the light in the old man's eyes shone brilliantly. He lifted his right hand and formed a seal before him. His lips moved slightly, as if he was calculating something.

He saw that there seemed to be something strange and enchanting contained in the vortex Su Ming had created with his will, but he could not see it clearly. He could only see that it seemed to have wings…

All of this might have seemed to have happened over a long period of time, but in truth, only a few breaths had passed since the destruction of the second disaster to the moment Su Ming created the vortex.

The moment the aura from Su Ming's body while he was under the effects of the God of Berserkers Transformation created the third vortex in Yin Death Region, a flashing light appeared above Yin Death Vortex.

It could not be seen clearly, though, for it flickered constantly. It seemed like it would continue shining in this manner forever.

The Arid Triad rumbled. Light of different brightness intersected with each other, as if all of Arid Triad had been placed in a single house, and the lamp in it was flickering on and off. It was difficult for the different degrees of brightness to overlap with each other.

This was how Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos looked like at that moment!

"The legendary Six Flash Disaster… must surely be the one that would arrive after the Five Colored Lightning. One flash would mean one hundred thousand years, and the second flash would mean one million…"

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe lifted his head and stared at the vortex. His expression was even graver than before.

'And judging by the looks of it… Su Ming's first Arid Disaster will not be limited to just three?'

When the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe thought of this, his expression changed swiftly.

At that moment, when booming sounds echoed in Yin Death Vortex, the entire vortex varied between being bright and dark, between being lit and being engulfed in darkness, and it looked like all of it came from pictures.

Those pictures were extending downwards as if there were some sort of ancient beast hidden in the flashes of light. At that moment, the ferocious beast had opened its mouth wide and was charging towards Su Ming with madness in its eyes.