He simply allowed his people to pounce on him and bite him like wild beasts. Once they bit off his flesh and blood, they swallowed it, causing the presence that seemed to be about to be born from his people to become even stronger. In fact, they even showed signs of excitement.
Tears fell from the old man's eyes. He lowered his head to look at a child who had hugged him and was biting his shoulder. That was the youngest of his people who had innocently asked him some questions during the day, but now …
The old man threw his head back and let out an incredibly sorrowful roar. His body trembled, and a hint of despair, madness, and indescribable hatred appeared in his eyes. He lifted his right hand and struck the center of his brows. With it, his eyes immediately became unfocused. His consciousness was scattered by his own power as an Ancestral Spirit, leaving him with only his instincts.
This was because he couldn't kill his own clansmen while he was conscious.
When his consciousness disappeared and the only things left in his body were his instincts, a dazed look appeared in his eyes. He seized the child's neck with his right hand, and with a squeeze, he turned around and charged at his people who had pounced on him.
A bloody massacre unfolded. The clan members had lost control of their bodies, but were still conscious. They could only watch in pain as their elder extinguished their souls.
The massacre did not last for long. As more and more of his people died, the old man's robe gradually turned the color of blood, the ground was covered in blood, and the entire area was filled with a thick stench of blood. The red bolt of lightning in the sky and the seven huge faces around it watched all of this coldly.
Su Ming was not the last to die. His body might no longer have any signs of life, but his soul was still around. Through the eyes he had opened before he died, he could still vaguely see everything that had happened.
When he saw the old man kill the last of his people, his body shuddered as if he had woken up. He hugged the corpse and roared at the sky. When his pained voice echoed in the air, the seven huge faces in the sky disappeared, and the red bolt of lightning also gradually disappeared without a trace.
Everything Su Ming saw became indistinct at that moment and turned into a gigantic vortex. It swiftly extracted Su Ming's soul from the dead body, and in an instant, he was swept into the vortex.
When Su Ming's mind cleared up slightly, he felt dizzy. The world seemed to have spun around him, as if everything had been turned upside down. It did not matter whether it was time or space, the entire world had descended into chaos. Then, a huge hand charged forward and seized his back. With a tight grip, it yanked him out of the vortex with great force.
The world instantly became clear. Once Su Ming's body was yanked out of the crack by the old man, the feeling of his soul returning to his physical body and his mind swaying between the ancient past and the present caused Su Ming to take a few steps back with a pale face. Once he sat down, he immediately began meditating to stabilize his mind.
After a long while, when he opened his eyes, he still felt a little dizzy, but he could endure the discomfort. His eyes were bloodshot, and blood flowed out of his ears. When he raised his head, he saw the old man from the Heavenly Spirit Tribe staring at him.
"What did you see?" The old man immediately asked when he saw Su Ming open his eyes. His expression might have seemed to be slightly solemn, but in truth, he was already paying a lot of attention to what had happened. He had been waiting for this day for far too long. Over the course of countless years, he had always wanted someone to go to the ancient past to see just what had happened in the past and why he was in that state when he woke up.
He could not recall too many memories of the past. It was as if those memories had been forcefully cut off. He did not know who had cut them off, and he longed to know the answer to everything.
However, when Su Ming arrived, he had tried to do so several times, but all the people who had stepped into the ancient past had failed during the spirit ascension, causing him to never be able to achieve his goal.
Su Ming's arrival had finally completed his goal, allowing the old man to see hope.
It was especially so when Su Ming had returned from the ancient past. The old man longed to know the answer to his question.
"Han Di …" Su Ming stared at the old man with a complicated expression. After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "Han Di …"
At the instant he spoke, the old man shuddered slightly. A powerful light shone in his eyes as he stared at Su Ming.
"I remember that name. He was a member of the younger generation in Heavenly Spirit Tribe. You …"
Su Ming sucked in a deep breath, looked at the old man, and said languidly, "My body did not enter the ancient past. Once my soul was swept into it, it fused with a boy called Han Di, and I saw you explaining the will of Arid Dao to them …"
"When you finished explaining the will of Arid Dao …
"All Spirits Hall appeared … and you fused with the Ancestral Spirit on the seventh row from the bottom …
"Red lightning … huge faces formed by Arid Beasts … lightning descending … one hundred thousand of our people went mad …" Su Ming told the old man everything he had seen in the ancient era without hiding anything. He calmly told him everything he had seen in the ancient era. The old man trembled as he listened quietly. Pain and nostalgia appeared in his eyes, as if he was using Su Ming's words to weave together his severed memories, connecting them together so that he could reconstruct the past.
When Su Ming spoke of the one hundred thousand people who had been struck by lightning and rushed out together, the old man lifted his head quietly and stared at the sky. Tears fell from his eyes. At that moment, he was no longer a powerful cultivator who had gone through eight spirit ascensions, but a pitiful old man who had lost his people and his family.
"The Arid Disaster descended on them. They became a part of it. I … attacked and killed them, because if they didn't die, their bodies would wither, and Arid Beasts would be born …" the old man mumbled to himself. There was sorrow in his voice, along with great pain.
"They had already lost their consciousness. They were no longer them … I killed them, but before I attacked, I made my consciousness dissipate. I intentionally made myself forget what had happened in the past," the old man mumbled, and his words gradually turned into laughter. The old man's murmurs gradually turned into laughter. His laughter was filled with sorrow and madness, as well as indescribable grief and despair.
"It's just as I expected. It's practically the same as what I've deduced over the years. It's just as I expected, or else why would I go through my seventh spirit ascension after this? I knew it a long time ago. This must be it!" The old man was in a state of near madness. As he mumbled to himself, Su Ming sighed in his heart.
He did not tell the old man that it was not that the people he killed had lost their consciousness, but that they still possessed it. They could clearly see and know that their respected elder had wiped off their lives.
"It's just as I expected. This is the answer I've been searching for for years and wanted to verify. The Arid Disaster manifested itself into a multitude of spirits and guided me to go through spirit ascension. It planted the shadow of the Arid Disaster in my body and changed my will! What an Arid Disaster!" The old man threw his head back and laughed loudly. There was madness in his laughter, and when tears fell from his eyes, Su Ming knew that the old man had clearly understood everything over the years.
He only needed an answer that could verify his guess. Even though he already had the answer, he still wanted to verify it, because he did not want to believe it.
Yet now, Su Ming's return and his words completely shattered the final shred of hesitation in the old man's heart. He knew that the answer had always been in his heart.
Su Ming stared at the old man. Suddenly, he understood why the old man had intentionally made the Arid Disaster appear on him … because he wanted to take revenge. He was a person who wanted to challenge the Arid Disaster for his people.
"I will leave this place with you. When your Arid Disaster descends, I will fight against it for you!" The old man swung his arm and hid the madness in his eyes. With a hint of determination and resolution, he looked at Su Ming and said slowly, "I will leave this place with you.
As the old man's words echoed in the air, a huge vortex appeared in the world where the All Spirits Hall was. It rotated with loud bangs, and Su Ming could vaguely see a runic symbol in it. With just one glance, he could tell that it was the Sun Sinking Talisman.
However, Su Ming could only see the back of the talisman. Clearly, the front of it was True Morning Dao World.
If he stepped into the vortex and moved through the runic symbol, he would be able to return to True Morning Dao World from the world where the All Spirits Hall was!
Once Su Ming swept his gaze past the vortex, he looked at the old man.
"Senior, why must you do this? You've already had your spirit ascend eight times. With one more, you will become an Ancestral Spirit. This is …"
"With this barrier in my heart, even if I have my spirit ascend nine times and become a spirit, I will not become an Ancestral Spirit of Wei, but a spirit of the Arid Disaster. You haven't had your spirit ascend many times, so you will understand this in the future.
"As long as I break this barrier in my heart, it doesn't matter whether I live or die, it will be a form of release for me! "This is also why I intentionally made the Arid Disaster appear on you. This is unfair to you, but when I help you fight against the Arid Disaster, it will be an incredibly rare experience for you. It will be incredibly beneficial to you in the future." The old man was silent for a moment before he shook his head and said slowly.
"Let's go. This is the first time I've left this place in many years!" The old man cast Su Ming a glance. Su Ming remained silent for a moment, then no longer spoke. Instead, he charged towards the vortex in the sky. In an instant, he stepped into the vortex and charged towards the Sun Sinking Talisman. When he did so, he felt as if he had rushed out of the water. When everything before his eyes became clear, Su Ming saw the familiar galaxy of True Morning Dao World!
The space beside him distorted. For the first time since ancient times, the old Tribe Elder of Heavenly Spirit Tribe stepped into the world outside. He had never walked out of the world in the All Spirits Hall.
"Is this your era? The thin power of the world, the will of all lives in depravity, and the presence filled with the will of Great Abyss to make the Abyss grow." The old man cast a glance at the area around him. When he spoke slowly, he looked at the galaxy in the distance.
"There's a war in that direction."
A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He looked in the direction the old man was looking, and a freezing glare appeared on his face.
Chapter Three: Here I Ask for Monthly Votes.
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