In the blink of an eye, three months went by. During those three months, Su Ming continued sitting and meditating to solidify his epiphany towards the laws of fate so that he could fuse them together in his body and mind.
On this day, Su Ming opened his eyes slowly and stared at the galaxy in the distance. There was a profound look in his eyes, as if the universe was contained within them. Before long, a long arc charged out from the whirlwind in the galaxy. There were white ripples around the long arc, and wherever it went, the whirlwind would scatter, allowing the person to increase his speed to a certain degree. In the span of a few breaths, he closed in on the spot where Su Ming was. Once he rushed over, he turned into Miao Cheng when he was hundreds of feet away from him. He wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed deeply towards Su Ming.
"Greetings, my lord."
Su Ming's expression remained the same. He cast Miao Cheng a faint glance and nodded slightly.
"My lord, I investigated the area to the east and discovered tens of thousands of cultivators remaining. They were either in groups of three to five or in groups of hundreds. They were scattered in various hidden spots in the east.
"Most of them were wary of my arrival … and besides a small number of people who happily agreed to the sect's choice, most of them were hesitant …" Miao Cheng said with his head lowered.
Su Ming swept his gaze past Miao Cheng's body and asked calmly, "What's with your injuries?"
"It's about two months to the east, and it's also the furthest place I've been to. There is a small army that once belonged to Morning Dao Sect there. There are about ten thousand something people there, but they refused to join the sect. They also coveted the treasure that can move through the whirlwind, my lord …" When Miao Cheng said those words, he lifted his head and cast Su Ming a glance, but he did not continue speaking.
A barely noticeable glint shone in Su Ming's eyes. He cast a scrutinizing glance at Miao Cheng, then lifted his right hand and swung it. Immediately, a medicinal core appeared out of nowhere on his palm and charged towards Miao Cheng.
"This core came from the first plane. It can help you recover from your injuries. Once you swallow it, meditate for two hours, then bring me to the place where I injured you." Once Su Ming finished speaking, he closed his eyes, but his divine sense was locked on to the old man in the distance and he started observing him carefully.
The old man took the medicinal pill and swallowed it without any hesitation. He immediately sat down and began to meditate. Soon, his body was covered in sweat. Two hours later, the old man's eyes snapped open, and they were filled with excitement. Popping sounds echoed from his body. In reality, only a portion of his injuries had appeared this time. He had also been injured during the calamity back then, and he had been suppressing it. However, after two hours of meditation, he had almost recovered from all his injuries, causing his cultivation base to become slightly stronger. It was clear just how valuable this medicinal pill was.
This caused gratitude to appear in Miao Feng's gaze when he looked at Su Ming. As it did so, Su Ming, who had his eyes closed, noticed with his divine sense that a faint power of the laws of fate had appeared around the old man, but it was leaning towards him.
The old man himself could not sense that power, but Su Ming could. This proved that his previous analysis was effective. At that moment, without any hesitation, Su Ming opened his eyes and did not move. However, overlapping shadows instantly appeared around him. An indistinct figure took a step forward and turned into another Su Ming. He was also dressed in a black robe, but this was Su Ming's clone. It was the clone that he had just recovered and was even stronger than before.
A faint layer of golden light shone on the clone. It was one of Su Ming's personalities, and at that moment, it was separated from his clone.
In the past, Su Ming had not been able to control his own personality, but now, as he gained an epiphany and gained control over the fate of the world around him, he could control his different personalities perfectly. He could even separate them and fuse them into different clones.
"Lead the way." A hoarse voice came from Su Ming's clone under the black robe. Miao Cheng immediately voiced his obedience. He stood up and turned into a long arc that charged into the distance with Su Ming's clone.
White ripples appeared under their feet. When they spread outwards, they pushed away the whirlwind, causing them to become faster. It was especially so for Su Ming's clone that practiced the Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole. He was so strong that even if he was in the whirlwind, he could still force his way through it for a period of time without suffering too much damage. After all, his flesh, blood, and bones were formed by absorbing the Ancient God's body. The physical power he possessed might not be able to be said to be indestructible, but it was already difficult to destroy.
Booming sounds shook the heavens. The two long arcs charged into the distance. After a moment, they disappeared into the whirlwind. Su Ming, who was sitting in the empty space formed by the hundreds of thousands of white ripples, slowly lowered his head, closed his eyes again, and began meditating.
Time passed. Su Ming's clone that practiced the Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole moved through the galaxy with his powerful physical power. He was so fast that he surpassed Miao Cheng's speed. In the end, Su Ming's clone grabbed Miao Cheng's arm, stirred up a piercing sound of air being torn, and charged forward at a speed that was even faster than lightning.
Miao Cheng's heart was filled with excitement, but he was also shocked. He already knew that his master had astonishing power, but he did not expect that even a clone would possess such terrifying power. This shocked him, and at the same time, he no longer had any intention of rebelling against Su Ming. Instead, he submitted to him.
Half a month after the clone that practiced the Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole left, a long arc charged past the region where Su Ming's body was meditating. This time, it was very weak, and it seemed to be struggling to rush back. Once it rushed into the region where the ripples were, it turned into Dao Zhong, a young man dressed in a Constellation Robe. His face was pale, and he coughed up a large mouthful of blood. There were a large number of white insects squirming in his blood. Once they were spat out, they let out shrill screams and shattered with banging sounds. They turned into centipedes with wings, and as they screamed, they charged towards Dao Zhong.
"Master!" Dao Zhong, who seemed to be in an incredibly weakened state, immediately let out a low growl. He lifted his right hand, but just as he was about to have a hint of his cultivation base erupt from his body, Su Ming opened his eyes while meditating in the distance. He lifted his right hand and pointed forward.
With it, a power of time descended on the area where the young man was. It turned into a terrifying reversal in that small area, and as it did so, the centipedes with wings fell back and turned back into the white insects in the blood. In fact, the blood also flowed in reverse and returned to Dao Zhong's mouth.
At the same time, Dao Zhong's body trembled. After the span of three to five breaths, there was a loud bang, and countless white threads crawled out of his pores. They gathered in midair to form a small white ball the size of a fist.
As the small white ball gathered together, Dao Zhong's level of cultivation rapidly changed from its weakened state. When he recovered to the point where he was not at his peak, but he had most of his cultivation base, the power to reverse time disappeared.
Dao Zhong was stunned. He shuddered slightly, and when he looked at Su Ming, his gaze was filled with an unprecedented fear. His heart trembled. He could sense that what had happened to him just now was the power of time. It was the reversal of time, a great divine ability that could control time.
Only this sort of divine ability could instantly heal his injuries and make the white threads come out of his body the way they had entered his body until he returned to his original form.
Su Ming's strength shocked Dao Zhong at that moment, as if he had been suppressed. He sucked in a sharp breath and bowed deeply towards Su Ming. With respect in his eyes, he spoke in a low voice.
"Thank you for saving me, master!"
"What happened?" Su Ming asked faintly. He seized the air with his right hand, and the small white ball immediately tumbled backwards. Su Ming caught it and started scrutinizing it.
"Master, I've investigated thirty-one places where cultivators still live to the west of this place. Most of them have less than a hundred people. Only two of them have thousands of people. They are two shattered planets. Based on my observations, I can tell that these two places were once inhabited by cultivators from the Immortals' Union.
"And there are four of them who are in Mastery Realm … During one of my investigations, I was heavily injured by one of my old enemies. If it wasn't because I had the treasure you gave me to escape into the whirlwind and that person could not chase after me, I might have died there …" Dao Zhong said with a wry smile.
"And …" Dao Zhong hesitated for a moment.
"Speak," Su Ming said faintly while staring at the small white ball in his hand.
"And the force of power from the Immortals' Union who chased after me seems to have built a sect …" Dao Zhong immediately said.
Su Ming averted his gaze from the small white ball and closed his eyes slightly. Immediately, overlapping shadows appeared on his body again. In the span of a breath, a layer of fog manifested from his body. Once he took a step forward, it turned into the indistinct figure of a man.
There was an indescribable malevolence about the man. This was Su Ming's Ecang clone, and the gray part of Su Ming's personality was also present in it. It represented destruction and slaughter, and it was the will of midwinter!
The gray fused into the Ecang clone, causing long gray hair to gradually appear.
The gray-haired man's face could not be seen clearly, but once he appeared, a powerful killing intent spread out from his body.
"From now on, there can only be one sect in True Morning Dao World. A second sect is not allowed to appear. Once it does, we will destroy it. We will only kill the leader. If the others are obedient, bring them back to this place." Su Ming no longer looked at Dao Zhong. Instead, he continued staring at the small white ball, as if he was incredibly interested in it.
A blood-red glare shone in the gray Ecang clone's eyes. He did not speak, but instead took a step forward. When he arrived beside Dao Zhong, a chill ran down Dao Zhong's spine. He could sense the thick killing intent from the gray figure as well as a madness that shocked him. He quickly lowered his head and voiced his obedience. In his heart, he looked forward to what sort of expression his enemy would have when he saw him return.
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