A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He simply allowed the runic symbol to approach him and fuse into the center of his brows. At the instant it disappeared, Su Ming's heart trembled. His cultivation base immediately circulated according to a certain trajectory. After a long while, when it gradually disappeared, he saw the man and woman in the sky return to the huge face and disappear into the sky.
"Understand the power of the runic symbol and understand your thoughts. Use your thoughts to turn into your will, and with your will, create your Creation!" The old man in white swept his gaze across the area. Once he finished speaking, he sat down cross-legged and did not move.
The people sitting and meditating on the platforms around the area sank into a state of epiphany.
Su Ming also sat there. In silence, he closed his eyes to understand the old man's words and learn Great Berserker Tribe's strongest Art — Created in Antiquity.
"My thoughts are the thoughts of the God of Berserkers …" Su Ming mumbled. This was his earliest thought. At the moment he became the God of Berserkers, he had already decided on his thoughts towards the Berserkers.
At that moment, Su Ming felt as if he could see the flow of time. He saw the sun, moon, and stars circulating. He saw some of the people on the platforms around him leave, and some of them return.
He also saw that there were people who seemed to have grasped the power of the Creation of the Ancients, causing a dazzling light to erupt forth. At the same time, he also saw time flowing rapidly. The old people in the tribe died, the middle-aged became old, and the children became young. It was unknown how many years had passed. Generation after generation of tribesmen reproduced here, and the people on the platforms changed batch after batch.
As for the old man in white, his life came to an end and he died. He was replaced one after another … The Ancestral Spirits in the sky also appeared time and time again to inherit Created in Antiquity.
In fact, Su Ming noticed that as an unknown amount of time passed, the smiles on the faces of the Ancestral Spirits who descended gradually disappeared. They were replaced by sullenness and panic in their hearts. Their descent was no longer as frequent as it was in the past. Instead, it was gradually becoming fewer and fewer.
Yet even so, Su Ming could not remember just how many times he had been given the legacy of Created in Antiquity. One day, Su Ming saw the Ancestral Spirits in the sky disappear and the Berserkers' tribes on the ground no longer flourishing. On that day, he saw the sky rumble, and as it did so, the sky crumbled …
Su Ming saw many Ancestral Spirits in the shattered sky. They quietly stared at the ground, at Great Berserker Tribe, at the other tribes, and at the race they had created. Su Ming was also looking at them.
Their expressions were gloomy. With reluctance to part, they created a huge hall to continue inheriting the legacy in their place. Then, their bodies disappeared into the ends of the sky. Their presences … slowly turned into nothingness. At that moment, a red bolt of lightning descended. Su Ming could tell with just one glance that it was practically the same as the bolt of lightning at the center of the brows of the Arid Beast's face.
The bolt of lightning charged towards the hall created by the Ancestral Spirits. Booming sounds surged into the sky. The hall might not have collapsed, but a damage that could not be healed appeared …
Su Ming saw all of this.
He also saw a great war between the various races during the era when the Ancestral Spirits died. During it, Su Ming saw the people of Great Berserker Tribe die one by one. He saw them turning the Spirit Offering Platform into the Spirit Ascension Platform for their spirit ascension. His people tried to find the order to enter the All Spirits Hall, and Su Ming saw far too many deaths.
He saw the children in the tribe no longer know how to play, no longer know how to smile happily and innocently, and the number of his people gradually dwindling away …
"My will is for the Berserkers to rise to power!" Once Su Ming saw all of this, he sat on the Spirit Ascension Platform and mumbled to himself. This was his will. It had existed in the past, but at that moment, it had become incredibly firm.
Su Ming closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he had no idea how much time had passed. When Great Berserker Tribe was about to turn into an empty wasteland, he saw a person appearing on his platform at some unknown point of time.
It was an old man dressed in a long robe. Before him was the spine of a ferocious beast. He stared at the sky with an unfocused gaze. In his right hand was a stone slip, and he was rubbing it against the spine, letting out cracking sounds.
That sound echoed in the air, causing all those who heard it to feel a stab of pain in their hearts. However, at that moment, Su Ming's heart trembled violently. He stared at the old man, and his vision became slightly blurry. The old man was blind. His appearance was the exact same as the blind man Su Ming had seen in the land of Berserkers, but when he looked at him again, he looked exactly the same as Su Ming's elder!
This scene made Su Ming remember … the Berserkers' Realm Mountain the old man had once told him about.
Su Ming could sense a powerful ripple of power from the old man. It symbolized his level of cultivation, and it was a power that caused Su Ming's heart to tremble. What made his pupils shrink was that the old man was not related to his elder or the blind old Berserker, but because Su Ming could sense the presence of an Antecedental Spirit from him.
With his own eyes, Su Ming saw a broken-hearted smile appear on the old man's face. He lifted his left hand and struck the Spirit Ascension Platform. Immediately, the platform shuddered, and the entire ground trembled. At the instant the sky trembled, the entire world changed completely.
Day turned into dusk. Snow fell from the sky, and the entire land became unfamiliar. Even the Spirit Ascension Platform turned into a tall altar. Under it were hundreds of thousands of Berserkers dressed in black robes. They were all quietly prostrating themselves on the ground, and in the distance, Su Ming could see a gigantic palace …
At the instant Su Ming saw everything around him, his body shuddered. All of this was familiar to him. It was … the Great Yu Palace he had seen in the land of Berserkers!
Crack, crack … The sound echoed in the area and floated in the snow and wind, refusing to disappear even after a long time had passed. The snowstorm in the sky became stronger, and snow was swept up by the wind to fill the entire area.
"Is there still hope..? Is there still hope..?" An ancient voice rang out in the wind and snow. There was a hint of sadness and an unwillingness to admit defeat in his voice, and it tumbled out of the old man's mouth.
The wind and snow moaned, as if they were answering the old man's question, but at the same time, they also cut off his voice and drowned it out.
"If there is hope, then where is it? If there is no hope, then why did you let me see it?!" The old man looked as if he had gone mad. He was practically hysterical. His roars echoed in the nine heavens, and Su Ming watched all of this in a daze. He did not say a single word.
The snow became even heavier.
"Since you let me see it, then there is definitely hope … but where is the hope?!"
"Today, the bright yellow returns, the three titans reclaim the land, the snow and wind come, the Eternal Creation, I will calculate the Berserkers' Sky once more!" The old man lifted his left hand and formed a seal. Immediately, Su Ming saw the wind and snow in the world gathering together to turn into a dragon of wind and snow. It lifted its head and roared as it charged into the sky.
Yet the instant the dragon of wind and snow rushed into the sky, it seemed to have run into an invisible barrier. It was as if a will had descended on it, and the dragon of wind and snow crumbled.
The old man lifted his head and roared, then bit the tip of his tongue and coughed up a mouthful of blood. At the same time, the hundreds of thousands of Berserkers under the altar bit their tongues as they knelt down and coughed up blood. Their blood swiftly fused together and charged into the sky along with the old man's blood. Once it fused with the crumbling dragon of wind and snow, it turned into a blood dragon that looked like it was drenched in blood. With the voices and roars of the hundreds of thousands of Berserkers in it, the blood dragon rushed into the sky once again.
Booming sounds reverberated in the air. It broke through the invisible barrier and went even higher into the sky, but its body suddenly froze …
During that instant, the blood dragon seemed to have seen the sky beyond the barrier, and it saw a scene there.
There was only one thing in that scene … It was a butterfly, a butterfly dancing in the sky beyond …
Boom!
As the blood dragon let out a shrill roar, its body crumbled and turned into blood-red snowflakes that scattered down from the sky. At the instant the blood dragon crumbled, a voice that was completely different from its shrill roar tumbled out of its mouth!
"Death …"
When that voice echoed in the air, Su Ming's heart trembled. Blood trickled down the corners of the old man's mouth as he mumbled that one word.
"Death …" The stone piece he held in his right hand was placed on the thirteenth spine of the beast bone, unmoving.
"You cannot see the world I see … You cannot see … hope …" the old man mumbled in anguish. He rubbed the stone piece in his right hand against the beast bone once again, and cracking sounds rang in the air.
There was a desolate air about him, and when he fused with his voice, it exuded a sorrowful loneliness as well as a sense of decline.
"Hope … is not here, but in the future …" the old man mumbled.
Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the scene had changed. After an unknown number of years had passed, the world roared. Fog filled the area, and shrill cries of death filled the area. Su Ming stared blankly at the land reduced to ruins by the disaster. Gradually, when the area fell into dead silence, Su Ming stood up in silence. He stared at the area and saw countless souls.
Those souls seemed to have been there before Su Ming chose to gain his epiphany, before the ancient world descended, and when Su Ming had his spirit ascend. They had been watching him quietly, and only at that moment did Su Ming see them.
They were souls that numbered to more than one hundred million. They were the souls of all those who had died in Great Berserker Tribe. They had appeared because of Su Ming and existed because of him. They had witnessed Su Ming's epiphany and had witnessed him becoming an Antecedental Spirit …
Su Ming stared at them quietly. After a long while, he murmured in a slightly hoarse voice.
"My Creation is to recreate Great Berserker Tribe so that your souls can rest in peace! This is my Creation, and it is also my Creation as the God of Berserkers! "At the instant Su Ming spoke, all the souls in the area bowed to him.
The second chapter!
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