While Su Ming and the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe were sitting in the whirlwind beyond Arid Triad's gap, Su Xuan Yi was sitting on an ancient carving in the palace floating in the galaxy in the Emperor of Abyss' True World far beyond True Morning Dao World.
That carving was like a map that filled the entire palace. There were nine regions intersecting with each other, and at the center was a picture of a round sun. He was sitting on that round sun.
His eyes were originally closed, but at that moment, they had opened at some unknown point in time. There was a hint of hesitation and gloom in his eyes, along with a guess and disbelief.
"True Morning Dao World's will to make the Abyss grow … has actually broken its connection with me …" Su Xuan Yi's expression turned even darker. As he mumbled under his breath, he lifted his right hand and pointed at one of the nine regions on the map. As he pointed through the air, the map of that region immediately became indistinct. A vortex seemed to have appeared, as if it was about to form a picture.
But soon, the vortex crumbled, and the picture that was about to form was torn apart. Cracking sounds rang out, and cracks immediately appeared on the ground in that region, as if it was about to be separated from the entire picture.
"Who was it? Who broke my Abyss Grow? Who lured it away?!" A freezing glare appeared in Su Xuan Yi's eyes. He lifted his head and looked into the distance. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the palace and see the direction of True Morning Dao World in the galaxy.
After a long while, Su Xuan Yi's expression calmed down, but the killing intent in his eyes was incredibly great.
"Yin Yun Zi," Su Xuan Yi said languidly. Immediately, the space in front of him distorted, and a middle-aged man walked out. He was dressed in a black robe, and once he appeared, he immediately knelt down on one knee in front of Su Xuan Yi.
"Take my Enchanted Vessel and head to True Morning Dao World. Search for the will to make the Abyss grow there and see just whose will is there." There was a ghastly tone in Su Xuan Yi's voice. He lifted his right hand and swung it, and a broken sword immediately stabbed the black-robed middle-aged man.
The broken sword was a broken wooden sword. It shone with a black light, and no one knew what was sealed in it. A thick, murderous aura surrounded it. The middle-aged man lowered his head and voiced his obedience. He picked up the wooden sword, and his body disappeared without a trace.
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At the same time, in the depths of the powerful whirlwind in True Morning Dao World was the huge log where South Union's army of five hundred thousand cultivators charged past. At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in Arid Triad's gap in the endless space above them.
The figure lifted his head and cast a glance at the crazed battle between Saint Defier and Dark Dawn beyond Arid Triad's gap, which had come to an end. Then, he lowered his head to look at True Morning Dao World, which was clearly unfamiliar to him.
"Big Sister, the child you were still thinking about before you died has already awakened the soul of our race. Even though he doesn't have much of the will of the Frost Dragon, the women of our race are ice phoenixes and the men of our race are frost dragons. Even the tiniest bit of our soul can ignite the innate talent of our race.
It would have been fine if he hadn't awakened his soul, but the soul of my clan cannot be left outside. Before he condenses the form of the Ice Dragon, I will kill him. Don't blame me for this …
"As for the sword you asked me to give to him …" The figure belonged to a woman. She was the current Progenitor of the Spiritlings, the Sacred Tribe of Dark Dawn, and the one who had suppressed the ninth Expanse Cosmos!
When she lifted her right hand, a small sword that was only the length of a palm appeared in her palm. The small sword was white and spotless.
"Once I give it to him, I will kill him to fulfill your wish." The woman was silent. Her face was incredibly cold. In fact, even her murmurs sounded like a freezing gust of wind sweeping past. She walked forward and gradually disappeared into the whirlwind.
…..
The old man's words echoed in Su Ming's ears. He lowered his head to look at the black crystal in his hand. After remaining silent for a moment, he obtained the answer he wanted in his heart.
Su Ming had found the crystal familiar because of the Seed of Life Extermination. Later, when the drop of blood fell on him, the sense of unfamiliarity came from the Barren Cauldron.
This was a Spirit Refinement Stone that could allow Su Ming to find the Barren Cauldron. However, the stone was incomplete, but once it was complete, Su Ming would be able to sense the fragments of the Barren Cauldron that had been left behind in Arid Triad's universe.
'That person of locusts definitely has more Spirit Refinement Stones on him!' Su Ming's expression remained the same, but he had already formed an idea about this matter in his heart.
Time trickled by. Several days later, Su Ming finally waited for the five hundred thousand cultivators of South Union to arrive outside the whirlwind. At that moment, ripples reverberated in the whirlwind. Booming sounds spread out, and he could vaguely see tumbling about inside, as if there was a ferocious beast roaring and wanting to rush out.
Su Ming's expression remained the same. He sat cross-legged and watched the whirlwind coldly.
Time trickled by. About an hour later, a shocking boom suddenly shot up, and a huge log that was thousands of feet long and hundreds of feet thick rushed out of the whirlwind.
The log brought with it a powerful, mighty pressure. There were nearly one thousand cultivators sitting cross-legged on it. At that moment, they stood up with excitement and great killing intent. At the instant the log appeared, they roared together, and a monstrous presence surged into the sky.
But soon, the cultivators were stunned. Their gazes instantly landed on Su Ming, who was meditating in the distance.
They originally thought that the arrival of their sect would definitely attract a lot of attention from the forces of power in the area, and the best place to ambush them would clearly be this spot, but what they saw was only Su Ming.
As for the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe, if he did not want to, then it did not matter whether it was Arid Triad, Dark Dawn, or Saint Defier, there would not be many who would be able to see him.
This abnormal scene immediately caused the near one thousand cultivators on the log to become wary. As the log rushed out and completely emerged from the whirlwind, a dozen something cultivators immediately flew up from the log and turned into long arcs that charged towards Su Ming.
This was a test. They wanted to test just what level of cultivation Su Ming possessed, since he did not seem to have a single shred of power within him.
The dozen something long arcs were about to close in on Su Ming. As the light from their divine abilities and Enchanted Treasures shone, a thick wave of killing intent erupted from their bodies. Their killing intent connected together and turned into a mighty pressure that swiftly descended on Su Ming's body.
Su Ming's expression was calm. In fact, he did not even lift his hand to do anything. He only said one word faintly, and there was a cold tone to it.
"Get lost."
The moment he said that, the heavens and the earth trembled. The bodies of the dozen or so cultivators were frozen in midair by an invisible force. At the instant shock appeared on their faces, their bodies tumbled backwards as if they had been flung away. They were swept into the whirlwind, and as shrill screams of pain rang out, their bodies were immediately torn to shreds.
This scene instantly caused the hearts of the near one thousand cultivators on the log to tremble, but they did not retreat. Instead, they formed seals with their hands and pushed their palms on the log. Immediately, the log let out a deafening buzz and swiftly increased its speed to charge towards Su Ming with loud booming sounds.
A powerful presence spread out from the log. It was so strong that it had reached the level of those in Mastery Realm. When it was about to close in on Su Ming, he lifted his right hand and seized the air in the direction of the incoming log. He slowly clenched his fingers into a fist.
When he clenched his fist, the log shattered. The near one thousand cultivators on it let out shrill screams of pain. Quite a number of them wanted to fly out, but they seemed to have been frozen in the galaxy and could not take even half a step out. In just the span of a few breaths, booming sounds surged into the heavens. The log and the near one thousand cultivators on it looked as if they were crushed to pieces by an invisible hand in the galaxy.
When Su Ming unfurled his fist and swung his arm forward, the crushed log and the torn flesh of the cultivators turned into a violent gust of wind that swept towards the whirlwind. Su Ming's will was contained in that gust of wind, so when the fragments were swept away, they turned into a huge face in the galaxy. That face belonged to Su Ming, and it was formed by the countless fragments of the log and the crushed flesh and blood of the one thousand cultivators. It looked incredibly ferocious, and it charged towards the whirlwind.
Booming sounds surged into the heavens at that moment. At the instant the face containing Su Ming's will of an Antecedental Spirit crashed into the whirlwind, it tumbled backwards. When the face rushed into it, it forcefully chased away the whirlwind within hundreds of thousands of feet, revealing nearly one hundred gigantic logs hidden in the whirlwind along with a large number of cultivators on them.
"Since you're already here, why bother hiding?" Su Ming asked faintly. He swept his gaze past the near one hundred logs, then looked at the vague shadows of even more logs hidden in the whirlwind behind them.
"Sir, who are you?!" A white-haired old man dressed in a white robe immediately appeared on the first few logs among the near one hundred logs. He stood on one of the logs and asked Su Ming in a low voice.
In his eyes, Su Ming was incredibly strange as he sat there. His level of cultivation seemed to be indistinct, and it was impossible for him to tell his exact level of cultivation. This was not the kind where one would be unable to see any clues when they ran into a powerful warrior. Instead, it was as if Su Ming's level of cultivation was indistinct, causing others to be unable to tell.
The old man might have extraordinary power and was an Almighty in Fate Realm, but he did not know that this was a condition unique to Antecedental Spirits. Unless the old man was also an Antecedental Spirit, he would not be able to notice that the universe around him had already become Su Ming's will of heaven.
At that moment, his eyes might seem normal, but Su Ming could still see the nervousness and wariness in his heart.
"Ninth Summit's Great Sect Elder, Mo Su," Su Ming said faintly.
"Kill him!" The old man who had spoken to Su Ming suddenly let out a low roar. Thirteen figures immediately flew out from the near one hundred logs. All of them were Almighties in Fate Realm. When they flew out together, the laws in the universe around them seemed to want to avoid them. Faint changes also appeared. The thirteen people did not rush towards Su Ming. Instead, once they rushed out, they spread out and threw their heads back to roar. Immediately, the universe reversed, and all the laws disappeared, as if they had separated the land from True Morning Dao World.
At that moment, four figures walked out with a bang from the logs. They were four old men with arrogant expressions. When their cultivation bases spread out, they were powerful warriors who had reached the Endless Cycle Realm.
When the four people appeared, their cultivation bases immediately gathered together to turn into a presence. As it surged into the sky, it swept up the four people and charged towards Su Ming.
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