Su Ming had Possessed True Morning Dao World and formed his True World clone. Even though this place did not belong to True Morning Dao World and was in Yin Death Vortex, Su Ming's state of being was so great that the puny dragon formed by the aura of death could not offend him in the slightest.
He was like a superior. Even if he was no longer in his own territory, he could not be easily invaded.
Once Su Ming chased away the dragon formed by the aura of death, he took a step forward with a calm expression and stepped into the crack leading to the entrance to the Berserkers' world. However, at the instant he did so and his body was about to disappear, his expression changed.
He seemed to be slightly puzzled and surprised, but soon, a hint of shock appeared on his face.
Su Ming sensed a dense and indescribable power of laws of fate. There were about two hundred thousand of them, but the density of each of them was equivalent to nearly three hundred cultivators Su Ming had enslaved and branded in True Morning Dao World.
This meant that the power of the two hundred thousand laws of fate could compare to the power of fate gathered together by sixty million cultivators in the world outside.
Just this alone was enough to shock Su Ming. Besides the power of the two hundred thousand laws of fate, Su Ming also sensed that there were about one million laws of Essence scattered around. They might not be the same as the two hundred thousand laws of fate, but each of them was equivalent to the power gathered together by one hundred people in the world outside.
How could Su Ming not be shocked by this? If he could use all these laws of fate, then it would be equivalent to one hundred million laws of fate in the world outside. In fact, he could even send his True World clone to the land of Berserkers and turn it into a part of his True World.
Su Ming's eyes focused. Without any hesitation, he stepped into the land of Berserkers. He could sense that the power of the laws of fate was incredibly dense, but there was no will that could absorb it, because all the laws of fate had a Brand … and it was Su Ming's Brand.
Almost at the instant Su Ming disappeared, Di Tian, who was lying in the coffin in Yin Death Vortex, opened his eyes. His will swiftly spread out to cover the entire world.
"I can sense … Su Ming's presence!"
As Di Tian's will reverberated in the air, multiple wills swiftly descended in the world, causing the world to roar. The air distorted, as if the apocalypse had arrived.
"It's not time to go out yet. Since this child is here … let him be …"
"The Yin Death Spiral … cannot be interfered with …"
"Servants of Morus Alba … Death can hide more traces …"
"The descent of Dark Dawn and Saint Defier, the complete collapse of Arid Triad, and its arrival … is the time … for us to venture out."
These wills brought with them an ancient air. Once they collided with Di Tian's will, they gradually dissipated. As their wills disappeared, the cracks leading to the eight dimensional worlds in Yin Death Vortex instantly closed up and disappeared without a trace. It was as if they had vanished from the tens of thousands of worlds for all eternity.
…
The sky in the land of Berserkers was no longer blue, but had an earthy yellow tint to it. If anyone took a closer look, they would be able to see a faint earthy yellow ring of light in the sky. It fused with the sunlight and shone on the sea.
As far as the eye could see, the entire ground was a vast ocean. The seawater was as black as ink, and the waves were like liquid …
There were many islands, but no continents could be seen. Perhaps some of the larger islands were already continents of this place.
Perhaps the four continents in the past had gone through some great destruction during the one thousand years of change, causing the continents to either sink into the sea or turn into lone islands.
It did not matter whether it was the Berserkers, the Shamans, or the people known as Fallen Berserkers, all of them continued reproducing on the islands in the Dead Sea, which had once been the land of Berserkers …
There were no longer any distinctions between continents and regions. The sects in the past had either disappeared or fallen. Few of them flourished. The tribes in the past were either destroyed or buried in the depths of the sea. Hence … after one thousand something years, there were already very few tribes in the Berserkers' world, and there were not many sects that were of a certain scale.
Most of them … were forces of power and alliances formed by the people from the tribes and sects who had gathered on the same islands.
From a historical point of view, the Berserkers had already gone through a metamorphosis. They had walked out of the era of tribes, and they had also walked out of the era of sects and clans. They had entered a world where hundreds of sects and clans vied for supremacy. They were no longer limited to tribes and sects, but had taken another path of existence.
There were too many stories that had been buried in the depths of the sea. There were too many corpses that were not hidden in the ruins of the sea. There were also too many regrets and pursuits that had either passed away or disappeared with the wind as time passed …
"The first God of Berserkers, Lie Shan Xiu, rose to power in the land of Berserkers for thousands of years. The second God of Berserkers did not have long to live, and he brought forth the worry that his Berserker Body would not perish. The third God of Berserkers' soul remained, but it is a pity that the common people cannot ask for it. Fourth God of Berserkers … Fourth God of Berserkers …" A young child's voice gradually echoed in the air from a flat mountain located on a middle-sized island in the Dead Sea.
There were about a dozen children who were about seven or eight years old, and they were all sitting there with bitter expressions on their faces. One of the children was standing there, and when he mentioned the Fourth God of Berserkers, he had clearly forgotten about it. He was staring at the old man sitting cross-legged before them in fear.
That old man was dressed in a sackcloth and had a head full of white hair. His face was covered in wrinkles, and he was staring sternly at the terrified boy.
"Fourth God of Berserkers … Fourth God of Berserkers …"
There was a little girl beside the boy. At that moment, she let out a soft sigh and immediately took over the conversation. "The Fourth God of Berserkers chased away the Immortals.
Once she finished speaking, the boy let out a sigh of relief in his heart, but he immediately spoke loudly.
"I remembered it already, I …"
"Enough!" The old man sitting cross-legged in front of the group of children said slowly. As soon as his words came out, the children immediately became obedient.
"You are the children of the Berserkers. You have the blood of the Berserkers coursing through your veins. You must remember this. You must remember the four Gods of Berserkers. They gave up everything for the Berserkers to rise to power.
"It is especially so for the first God of Berserkers who created the Berserkers' glory. The fourth God of Berserkers used his own power to unite the scattered Berserker Tribes and chased the Immortals who enslaved us out of the land of Berserkers!
"You must remember these two Gods of Berserkers for the rest of your lives!" The old man's tone gradually became stern.
The children immediately nodded. They still remembered the names of the four Gods of Berserkers, and they would never forget them. The boy had indeed been a little slow in his speech just now because he was nervous.
"Tomorrow, you will receive the Berserkers' Awakening. Whether you possess the aptitude to practice the Ways of Berserkers, whether you will be blessed by the Berserker Consort when you grow up, and become Fated Cultivators will depend on your serendipity …" The old man's tone was no longer stern. Instead, a kindly look appeared in his eyes.
"I want to become a Fated Cultivator!"
"I want to become a Fated Cultivator as well! That's the tribe left behind by the fourth God of Berserkers. My father is a Fated Cultivator …" The children immediately became excited and started making noise. Their young voices echoed in the morning and fused with the sounds of the waves around them as they traveled into the distance.
"It's not that easy to become a Fated Cultivator. Fated Cultivators are the only tribe left behind by the Fourth God of Berserkers before he disappeared … The cultivators in this tribe use their Lives to rise to power and use their Lives to change the world. If you don't have an indomitable will, then it's impossible for you to become a Fated Cultivator, and you're not worthy of becoming one," the old man said slowly. As he spoke, he lifted his head and looked into the distance.
In the direction of his gaze, an island could be seen in the sea not too far away from where they were.
The most prominent thing on that island was a gigantic statue of a young man. He was dressed in a long robe and had his hands placed behind his back. His hair and robes seemed to be lifted by the wind as he stared into the distance. There was an awe-inspiring look on his face, and a thick, mighty pressure was spreading out from the statue.
That mighty pressure enveloped the entire area, causing not a single sea creature to dare take even half a step closer to the area within a circular area of ten thousand lis. All those who did would quickly circle around the statue on their own.
There were quite a number of people worshiping the statue on the island …
There was fanaticism on their faces, and their expressions were filled with sincerity. The statue before them was the fourth God of Berserkers in the eyes of others, but to all the Berserkers on the island, the statue was their soul, their Progenitor, the God who had given them hope in life and created the Fated Kin.
The Fated Kin could not be offended. The Fated Kin would naturally rise to power!
Over the past one thousand something years, the size of the former Fated Kin's island might not have changed much, but there were already thirty thousand something Fated Kin cultivators on it, and this place … was known as the holy land among the Fated Kin.
In truth, there were thirty-three islands in the Dead Sea with Su Ming's statue on them, and each of them had thousands or even tens of thousands of Fated Kin.
They did not interfere with the battles between the various forces of Berserkers on the countless islands in the Dead Sea. Their status was above all other forces of power, and they maintained the balance in the Berserkers' world and protected the sea. They only had two enemies. One of them was the endless beast swarm that would appear once in a while in the Dead Sea.
The other was … the living beings from the worlds beyond that would occasionally descend from the brownish yellow ring of light in the sky. Whenever one of these two things happened, the Fated Kin would take action.
Usually, they would focus on training, worship the statue, and be willing to give up their lives for their God.
In the old man's eyes, there was a mountain behind the statue in the Fated Kin's holy land. On that mountain was a gigantic palace that was not extravagant, but filled with the presence of a primitive Berserker.
The appearance of that palace was similar to Great Yu Imperial Palace. It stood tall and majestic on the mountain, and there were waves of light spreading out from it. That light was not piercing to the eyes. It was gentle, and it was like a bright lamp on the Dead Sea. Once in a while, there would be Berserkers from various islands in the Dead Sea coming to worship it.
Because the person living in that palace … was the most noble existence in the land of Berserkers. She might have denied it, but due to the need to maintain the stability of the Berserkers, she was known as the fourth God of Berserkers' concubine. Her name was Fang Cang Lan.
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