Yin Death Vortex existed in True Morning Dao World, but it was a place that was completely separated from True Morning Dao World. Even when True Morning Dao World's will was at its strongest, it had not been able to cause much interference to Yin Death Vortex.
It could be said to be a world that was completely different from the world outside. Cultivators could step into it, but most of them would have their levels of cultivation suppressed. Besides that, there were also other inexplicable dangers.
However, it was not as if there were no lives in Yin Death Vortex who wanted to leave, but over the course of countless years, they were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. This was something that could be seen from the difficulty Su Ming had faced in the past.
Since Yin Death Vortex had always been within the Immortals' territory, the ones who understood it the most were the Immortal sects. The first God of Berserkers had walked out of Yin Death Region many years ago, and he had the world at his beck and call. He had enslaved the Immortals, and all of this added an even more mysterious veil to Yin Death Region.
What level of cultivation did the first God of Berserkers use in the past, and what method did he use to do so? This matter had already become history …
Su Ming stared at Yin Death Vortex in front of him in the galaxy. In silence, he did not pay any attention to the bald crane's excited cries. There was a slightly complicated look on his face, along with a hint of nostalgia.
Yin Death Vortex was the land of Berserkers. There were still some people Su Ming was familiar with in that place: Fang Cang Lan, the Shamans, Lei Chen, whom he had never found a trace of, and some of the people he was familiar with in the past. It had been one thousand years since they last met, and he wondered whether the people had changed, or whether the people had changed as well …
In silence, Su Ming shook his head. He had left Yin Death Vortex for far too long, so long that some of his memories had become blurry. However, as he stared at Yin Death Vortex, the vague memories gradually surfaced in his mind.
There were signs of a Rune beyond Yin Death Vortex. Clearly, it was the Great Yin Sealing Rune that the Immortals had spent a lot of effort to set up in the past.
Hu Zi was the manifestation of the spirit of the Rune, and he had completely left it as if he had been reincarnated. That was why even though the whirlwind that had spilled out from Arid Triad's gap had destroyed the Rune to the point that only its remains remained, Hu Zi was not affected in the slightest.
With a soft sigh, Su Ming took a step forward and turned into a long arc that charged towards Yin Death Vortex.
It had been more than a thousand years since he had left. Now … it was time for him to return.
Su Ming instantly fused into Yin Death Vortex. The bald crane followed closely behind him. As for the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe, he naturally had a way to stay by Su Ming's side, so Su Ming did not need to pay much attention to him.
At the instant Su Ming stepped into Yin Death Vortex, a vast aura of death surged out of the vortex with a bang. Due to the thick aura of death, it had already turned into fog. It swam swiftly around Su Ming, and it was so thick that it was enough to cause all the living to instantly decay and turn them into dead people.
But to Su Ming, not only did the aura of death not cause him any discomfort, it even gave him a familiar feeling of belonging … because in the past, he had completely fused with the thick aura of death. He had fused with it to the point that he could not sense its existence in Yin Death Region. It was as if he was originally a block of ice that had fallen into water and melted, becoming one with the water.
It was the corrosion he felt when he faced Bright Yang. It was the intense pain he felt when he was severely corroded when he tried to leave in the past, because at that time, he had already become a part of Yin Death Aura.
"Yin Death Vortex is like a mirror. Outside the mirror is True Morning Dao World and Arid Triad, and within the mirror … is Yin Death Region," Su Ming mumbled. He continued moving forward in the vortex, and gradually, the aura of death became thicker. In the end, it completely enveloped Su Ming, causing his aura to swiftly change.
This change was something Su Ming allowed. As an Antecedental Spirit, he had a True World clone, and he had also walked out of Yin Death Vortex, which was why he did not reject the change. He allowed his body and even his aura to gradually fuse with the aura of death, and a feeling as if his body was as light as a feather instantly rose in him.
That feeling grew stronger, making Su Ming feel as if he had found the feeling he had when he was in Yin Death Region. The vortex continued rotating, and it became deeper and longer. It was as if even if he fell for countless years, it would still be difficult for him to reach the depths of Yin Death Vortex.
Su Ming quietly moved through the vortex, as if there was a suction force in it. It allowed Su Ming to charge forward on his own without using up much strength. He moved swiftly towards the world where the Berserkers were located, which was one of the many dimensions in the vortex in his memories.
As the vortexes rotated with loud booming sounds around him, dimensional cracks appeared and intersected with each other. Each crack in the vortex was a world, and as the vortexes rotated, the number of cracks that represented the entrances to the dimensions increased. If it had been anyone else, perhaps it would have been difficult for them to accurately locate the land of the Berserkers among the tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dimensions.
However, Su Ming had left Yin Death Region twice in the past and rushed out of the vortex, which was why he could clearly remember the location of the land of Berserkers. At that moment, in silence, he charged towards the direction he remembered and got closer.
Most of his aura had already turned into the aura of death, and the remaining part was also changing rapidly. It seemed like before long, he would completely turn into Yin Death Region.
Yet at the instant Su Ming charged forward in the vortex, a figure suddenly appeared from one of the dimensional cracks beneath him. That figure looked like a human, but it had two heads. One was on the left, and the other on the right. At the instant it appeared, the two heads let out roars at the same time.
As it roared, the figure crouched down beside the entrance. Red light shone in all four of its eyes as it glared at Su Ming.
At the instant Su Ming moved past it, the two-headed figure let out a low growl and rushed forward, but the moment it did so, it looked as if it had crashed into an invisible barrier and was bounced back, letting out a shrill scream of pain.
Su Ming's sinking body came to an abrupt halt at that instant. He floated in the vast rotating vortex and stared coldly at the two-headed monster who had been bounced back by the invisible barrier.
"You can enter Yin Death Region … but you cannot leave," Su Ming mumbled. Su Ming mumbled. When he swept his gaze past the person, his pupils suddenly shrank, because his gaze had not only landed on the strange person, but had also landed on the dimension where the person was, and he could vaguely see the world there.
It was a yellow sky and a black ground. There were about one hundred thousand two-headed people roaring at the sky. Most of their bodies were bound by a large number of black chains, and their roars were incredibly shrill and forlorn.
Su Ming swept his gaze across the place, then moved. He did not bother about everything in the world, but instead continued charging into the depths of Yin Death Vortex. Based on his memories, the dimension where the land of Berserkers was was already not too far away.
Ten breaths later, Su Ming had already left the dimension where the two-headed person had been. However, it was also ten breaths after he left that the fog in Yin Death Vortex tumbled about. A gigantic, ferocious dragon head crawled out of the fog. A powerful breath gushed out of its nostrils, and its red eyes looked as if they were rotten and lifeless. It stared fixedly in the direction where Su Ming had left.
Most of the dragon's head was already rotten, and a thick aura of death spread out from it. At that moment, it moved like a black bolt of lightning and charged downwards.
When the time it takes for about half an incense stick to burn passed, Su Ming came to an abrupt halt in the seemingly endless Yin Death Vortex. When he stopped moving again, he looked to his right and saw a crack in the vortex.
A faint presence spread out from the crack, but it was precisely this faint presence that allowed Su Ming to sense the existence of Berserkers. That place … was the entrance to the Berserkers' world, which existed in his memories.
If the whirlwind had not appeared and the Rune outside Yin Death Vortex was still around, then he would not have needed to search in such a manner to enter the land of Berserkers. Through the Rune, he would have been able to descend into the land of Berserkers.
Since the Rune was already connected to the land of Berserkers in a sense, it had long since been reduced to ruins, which was why Su Ming needed to search in such a manner.
Su Ming stared at the crack leading to the Berserkers' world. The aura of death above him squirmed about without a single sound. At that moment, with a calm expression on his face, Su Ming suddenly lifted his right hand and pointed at Yin Death Vortex, which was filled with a large amount of aura of death.
With it, booming sounds immediately reverberated in the air like muffled thunder. The aura of death tumbled about and tumbled backwards, revealing the rotting dragon's head that was quietly closing in on him.
The dragon's head was only a thousand feet away from Su Ming at that moment. As the aura of death tumbled about and the dragon's head appeared, a small portion of its skeletal body was revealed.
The dragon's eyes might be lifeless, but a fierce glare shone in them. It immediately let out a low growl at Su Ming. Just as it was about to rush forward, Su Ming lifted his head with an aloof expression. His eyes were like lightning as he swept his gaze across the dragon's head.
"Get lost!"
When he said those words, the dragon's body shuddered, and its charging head was forced to stop three hundred something feet away from Su Ming. An incredibly rare hint of fear instantly appeared in the dragon's eyes. Su Ming's one word made the dragon feel as if its soul had gone through a storm, and that storm was so strong that it felt as if it could kill it with just a single thought.
In fact, its body was trembling. The awe-inspiring might in Su Ming's words and the aloof glare in his eyes caused the dragon to tremble in fear. At the same time, it felt as if it could not fight back.
It was as if Su Ming, who seemed to be weaker than it, was in truth an ancient being who could easily crush it to death. His will and awe-inspiring might made it remember the many times it had arrived at the top of the vortex and was the closest to the world outside. When it looked at True Morning Dao World outside, it had felt as weak as an ant.
As it trembled, the dragon let out a wail and slowly moved back. The fear in its eyes grew stronger. When its body was hidden in the aura of death again and Su Ming's figure was covered by the fog, it moved swiftly and left the place.
As a strange life that lived in Yin Death Vortex, it had seen far too many powerful warriors in its life … but the Su Ming it saw on that day was the one who terrified it the most among all the powerful warriors it had met in its life. In fact, even though it was already dead, it sensed that death was approaching once again.
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