It was raining, and the rain fell on the wide leaves, creating a rustling sound. A lot of the rain had accumulated in the leaves, and it flowed along the veins of the leaves to form a stream of water that fell on the tips of the leaves.
It was a rainforest, and the ground was covered in mud. When the rain fell on it, it formed many muddy puddles. The sky was pitch black, and only the occasional flash of lightning could illuminate everything in the world in an instant.
The rolling thunder that came and left quietly reverberated in the night.
In the depths of the rainforest, there was a mountain range hidden in the darkness. The mountains were not tall, and they could not compare to Dark Mountain. They were short, but there were a lot of them.
At this moment, a bolt of lightning cut through the sky, causing the earth to instantly light up. One could vaguely see that there seemed to be a person lying on the waist of one of the mountains.
This person had already been here for several days. In this remote and desolate place, it was unknown how this person had appeared. He was wearing a torn beast skin and looked extremely wretched.
The person lying there motionlessly was a young man who looked to be in his twenties. Although he had delicate features, there was a scar on his face.
His eyes were closed, and there were a lot of wounds on his body. Under the rain, those wounds had already turned white, but no blood flowed out.
The rain continued, and only after a few more days did it slowly stop. The sky became clear again, and after the dark clouds dispersed, bright sunlight shone down.
It was now summer, and after the rain, fog slowly rose from the ground. There was also a burning heat that roasted all living things.
The young man lying on the waist of the mountain was still motionless, as if he was dead.
A few more days passed, and there were a few vultures circling in the sky. These vultures' gazes were cold, and as they flew in the sky, they stared at the young man on the waist of the mountain. They seemed to be hesitating.
Finally, one of the vultures seemed to have lost its patience. It suddenly swooped down and arrived beside the young man. It flapped its wings and circled a few times in the air before landing directly on the young man's chest. It used its sharp beak to peck at the prey it had been eyeing for a few days.
One bite after another. As the vulture ate, it observed the expression of its prey. Gradually, it relaxed its guard. In its eyes, this was indeed a dead person.
Soon after, the rest of the vultures in the sky charged down and landed on the young man's body without making a sound. Cold gazes appeared in their eyes, but the moment they landed, the young man suddenly opened his eyes. He lifted his right hand and grabbed the first vulture that had landed on his chest. The other vultures were shocked and wanted to fly away, but their bodies seemed to be stuck to the young man's body, and they could not fly away.
Grabbing the vulture, the young man brought it to his mouth and bit down hard on the vulture's neck, drinking its blood. The fishy blood flowed down his throat and into his body, causing his body, which had been numb from hunger, to feel a stabbing pain.
However, this piercing pain caused his entire body to finally feel a trace of warmth.
Very soon, the vulture struggled a few times before it lost all its blood and stopped moving. The young man took a deep breath and placed the vulture in his hand by his side. He calmly grabbed another vulture that could not fly and drank its blood once again. When all seven vultures on his body died, a hint of color gradually returned to the young man's face.
He lay there and looked at the sky. The sky was very blue and the sun was hot. There was a vacant look in his eyes. He … was Su Ming.
He had woken up on that rainy night a few days ago. The moment he woke up, he could still hear the faint voice calling out to him as big brother echoing in his head. That voice had been with him all this time.
When he was completely awake, he felt intense pain all over his body. He did not have an ounce of strength left in him. He could not even lift his hand.
He could only lie there and let the rain fall on his body. The raindrops fell on the wounds all over his body. As the pain continued, he became numb. His body was not the only one that was numb, his heart was also numb.
He had been lying on the ground for the past few days. His mind was filled with confusion and confusion. He only remembered that a vortex had appeared in the sky above Dark Mountain due to the person in the galaxy's palm strike. The instant he was sucked in, he saw his elder with his eyes closed. He did not know if he was dead or alive.
He didn't know what that whirlpool was, nor did he know why it had appeared. He didn't even know where he was now. However, as he looked at the blazing sun in the sky and the unfamiliar mountains around him, he had a vague premonition that he was no longer in Dark Mountain.
He did not want to believe that his elder had died, but he knew that his elder's injuries were much worse than his. The final sight of his elder's unmoving figure with his eyes closed made Su Ming not want to continue thinking about it. There was a sharp pain in his heart. It was as if he had lost someone close to him forever.
'The elder won't die …' Su Ming closed his eyes. The grief on his face was slowly hidden away. Ever since he was young, he had grown up under the elder's protection. He had never left the place alone for a long period of time. Yet now, the unfamiliarity around him made Su Ming feel lonely, but at the same time, it also forced him to be strong.
When he opened his eyes once again, there was no more grief. It was hidden deep within his heart. No one could see it. His gaze was calm, so calm that it was slightly cold.
He struggled to sit up. Under the sun, he sat down with his eyes closed and quietly circulated the Qi in his body. Yet the moment his Qi started circulating, it immediately turned into a sharp pain that made Su Ming tremble. Yet he gritted his teeth and did not make a single sound.
He knew that after forcefully breaking through to the next Realm, he had gone through a series of battles and was heavily injured in the end. It had left a deep scar in his body, and that scar had now erupted.
'The 243 blood veins at the seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm are still around. But before I fully recover, I can only use them …' Su Ming panted harshly. He lifted his right hand and clenched it into a fist. Despite the pain, his expression did not change. He had already learned how to endure pain.
'I can probably use 100 blood veins. That's equivalent to the peak of the fifth level of the Blood Solidification Realm. But as time passes by, the scar will only grow stronger. I'll become weaker until I die.' Su Ming was silent. He circulated the blood veins in his body through the pain. Gradually, the sky darkened and the moon appeared. Su Ming lifted his head and looked at the moon. Rays of moonlight fell on him and surrounded him. They slowly seeped into his body and nourished it.
The night passed by quickly. When the morning sun shone on the ground and chased away some of the coldness from the night before, it was once again replaced by heat. Su Ming opened his eyes and let out a breath.
His complexion was much better than the day before, but there was still a hint of weakness. Su Ming frowned. He checked his body and sighed.
"If it weren't for the fact that I've mastered hyperfocus and could use the moonlight to heal my wounds, I'm afraid that I wouldn't be able to unleash the power of the blood veins after this night. Even so, I'm only able to unleash the power of ninety-eight blood veins.
'I have to solve this problem as soon as possible. I need enough medicinal pills to nurse myself back to health.' Su Ming fell silent for a moment and touched the items in his bosom. He might have been dragged into the vortex in the void and had no idea how long he had been there, but there were still a few items in his bosom.
There was a torn bag, a small bone that Shan Hen held in his hands before he died, and a beast bone that the tribe leader had given them before they parted ways to ensure the tribe's safety.
Besides these, there was also a bone xun, a fragment of Dark Mountain's statue of the God of Berserkers, and a small bottle that was damaged but not broken. There were two drops of Berserker Blood in it.
As he looked at these items, Su Ming picked up the fragment of Dark Mountain's statue of the God of Berserkers. It was this fragment that had sliced through his face when it exploded, leaving behind a scar.
Su Ming closed his eyes as he looked at the item. After a long while, he put all the items into the torn bag. There might be something wrong with this item, but at that moment, it was without a doubt his only choice.
Once he was done, Su Ming stood up and rubbed the center of his brows with his right hand. There was a contemplative look on his face. He had to rely on himself for everything. He had to be careful and not make any mistakes.
'This place is unfamiliar. With my current condition, before I fully recover my power, it's not suitable for me to leave the rainforest. The plants here are dense. Perhaps there are some herbs I need here.' In silence, a glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. With the weakness that had always been present in his body, he slowly descended the mountain and used several days to search through the mountain range and the rainforest while remaining cautious and vigilant.
'The elder … isn't here.' A few days later, Su Ming sat by a small river in the mountains. He held his chest. The pain in his chest made it impossible for him to hide the sorrow on his face.
After a while, Su Ming buried his sorrow with indifference and calmness. He washed his body by the river and looked at his own face reflected in the water. His face no longer had the youthful look of a 16-year-old, but was filled with the faint traces of time.
'How many years have I been in that vortex..?' Su Ming touched the scar left behind by Dark Mountain's statue of the God of Berserkers on his face. In silence, he washed his body clean and put on his clothes. He also tied his hair up and sat by the river, looking at the sky quietly.
'Why did the elder's expression change when he saw the plate the man in black robes brought out? The' we 'mentioned by the man in black robes … are those people..?
'Bi Tu may have died, but based on the words of the man in black robes, there's another meaning to the war …
'The flag that flew out of the elder's body turned into a starry sky. The man in black robes cried out involuntarily that it was the starry sky of the other world. Why is it the other world..?
'The elder asked me to remember that starry sky. Could it be that my past..?' Su Ming fell silent. There was a complicated look on his face. The thing that left the deepest impression on him was the person formed by starlight in the changed starry sky. The middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to him … Who was he?
Su Ming had an answer in his heart, but he could not be certain.
'Is he … my father..?'
As all these things happened, Su Ming could sense that there was a huge mystery surrounding him in this matter, causing him to be unable to see it clearly.
'And where am I now? How far am I from Dark Mountain..?'
'Bai Ling … I still remember the promise … but I can't rush over.' Su Ming closed his eyes.
"Xiao Hong, are you alright..?" When dusk arrived and the sky started to darken, Su Ming left the river and walked towards the rainforest. His back was filled with loneliness and a desolate air as he staggered along the path.
The number of chapters was wrong, but he could not change it. He could just treat it as making up for the missing 104 chapters. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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