Fang Cang Lan did not give herself the title of Berserker Consort. Instead, after the Berserkers lost the Fourth God of Berserkers, some of the old men Su Ming had worked with in the land of Berserkers to stabilize the needs of the Berserkers.
The Berserkers could no longer fall into chaos. Even though the Immortals were no longer around, the Dead Sea had spread out, the continents had crumbled, and the islands had spread out like stars in the sky, causing the Berserkers to lack unity.
Each island was independent. Without a spiritual symbol, they no longer had any hope for the future. It was especially so since the Fourth God of Berserkers had disappeared. They could be said to be in a state of disunity.
If this continued for a long time … the Berserkers would no longer be Berserkers. They would lose their Berserker Souls and their Berserkers' will. In the end, they would die one by one under the onslaught of the sea beasts and even the ferocious beasts from the sky until their bloodline was cut off, causing the Berserkers to turn into dust in history.
This sort of Berserkers was not what Fang Cang Lan wanted to see. That was why after a moment of silence, she chose to agree to it and chose to become a living statue.
She could not have a partner in this life. In fact, she could not often appear before others. She had to remain mysterious and noble, and all her words and actions had to match her status as the Berserker Consort. Perhaps many people would be able to accept it for one or two years, or even eight or ten years … but if it was one hundred or one thousand years, then the loneliness was not something a normal person could bear.
She was a puppet that stood high above the masses and could not go out easily. She was willing to become a living statue to serve as the spiritual symbol of the Berserkers and to remind the countless Berserkers who rose to power … that the God of Berserkers was not a legend, but a real existence. Even if they could not see the God of Berserkers, they could see the Berserker Consort.
With the Berserker Consort around, the missing Fourth God of Berserkers would one day return to the land of Berserkers, and he would … bring the Berserkers to power!
This was their hope, their beautiful dream, and also the belief of all Berserkers. It was precisely because of Fang Cang Lan's status and existence that even though the islands in the land of Berserkers had been in constant conflict over the years and there had even been some rather large wars, even the two sides who fought against each other were proud to be Berserkers. Every once in a while, they would come to this place to worship her.
In their hearts, the Fated Kin were the tribe left behind by the God of Berserkers, and the Berserker Consort … was the noblest existence in the world. With just one word from Fang Cang Lan, they would give up everything for her.
It did not matter whether it was the sea beasts or the ferocious beasts in the sky, all of them would gather the power of all the Berserkers under Fang Cang Lan's summons to fight together with the Fated Kin during the past one thousand something years!
Every single time she persevered, the cohesiveness between them would become stronger, causing Fang Cang Lan to become a part of the Berserker's soul as a spiritual symbol.
Besides the influence of the fourth God of Berserkers and the arrangements made by the old men who still existed in the past, Fang Cang Lan's amiability was also the main reason why she was able to do all of this.
Under Fang Cang Lan's insistence, all the islands in the Dead Sea and the Berserkers' world had a Berserker's envoy. Each Berserker's envoy was like a wise man. Their status was not as high as the Elder's, but their mission was the same as the Elder's. They were to educate the younger generation and initiate the Berserkers' Awakening, so that all the Berserkers who grew up would be taught the God of Berserkers' supreme will since they were young.
It could be said that during the one thousand something years without the God of Berserkers, even after the land of Berserkers had shattered and turned into islands in the sea that showed signs of splitting apart since birth, the Berserkers had still managed to remain in one piece. In fact, their spirit had even surpassed what it was in the past, and the souls they gathered together had become even stronger. This …
Fang Cang Lan deserved the greatest credit!
However, at that moment, Fang Cang Lan stood in the palace on the island in the Fated Kin's holy land and looked at the sky outside the window. She knew … that it was impossible for Su Ming to return.
Perhaps he would, but that would be many years later.
With a soft sigh, Fang Cang Lan quietly turned around and sat down beside the Chinese zither on the table. She closed her eyes and began playing a tune. The sounds of the Chinese zither echoed in the air, and there was a hint of loneliness and melancholy in them.
Su Ming stood in the sky and looked at the endless Dead Sea beneath him. The seawater was as black as ink. There were plenty of islands in the sea, and there were quite a large number of Berserkers on each of them. Su Ming walked through the sky quietly and looked at the islands, trying to find the people he was familiar with on them.
Yet in the end … he did not find them. Perhaps there were Berserkers who had survived in his era, but they were not the ones he was familiar with. It was as if the people he knew had already turned into ashes in the past and turned into dust, disappearing into the passage of time. If he wanted to search for them, he would not be able to find them no matter how hard he tried.
"Things are different, people are different …" Su Ming mumbled and walked quietly. By his side, the bald crane had also fallen silent at that moment. It stared at the sea in a daze. It could no longer find the Shamans of the past, could no longer find the people who had either worshiped it or hunted it down in the past.
"I still remember Southern Swamp Island …" In silence, Su Ming lifted his head and looked into the distance. Just as he was about to take a step forward, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned his head to the side to look into the distance.
His gaze could see through distances, and he could clearly see three people chasing after each other on the surface of the sea in the distance. Two of them were in the front and one of them was chasing after each other.
The two people in the front were a man and a woman, and the one behind them was an old man. Clearly, the old man was chasing after these two people.
Su Ming swept his gaze past these three people, and a strange look gradually appeared on his face … These three people existed in his memories …
Waves tumbled about on the surface of the sea. The man looked to be in his middle years, and his level of cultivation was extraordinary. He had already reached the later stage of the Bone Sacrifice Realm, but it was clear that he was not as middle-aged as he appeared to be. He was much older, but Su Ming had no idea what sort of cultivation method he was practicing, which was why he only looked middle-aged.
There was a woman by his side. She was clearly slightly older than the man, but she was beautiful and had a charming air about her. If she looked a little younger, she would definitely be an incredibly beautiful person. Her level of cultivation was lacking, and the presence she exuded was that of a Berserker in the Bone Sacrifice Realm, but she was only in the initial stage.
The two of them were fleeing together at that moment, but there seemed to be some sort of connection between them. The man was taking care of the woman, or else he would have been able to escape much faster if he had been on his own.
The person chasing after these two people was an old man. He had an awe-inspiring look on his face, and when he spread out his power, he could tell that he was a Berserker in the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm. His eyes were bright and filled with killing intent, a telling sign that he was a cultivator who had killed for many years.
"I'd like to see where you can run to today, you two youngsters. How dare you come to my island to steal the Origin Flower? You're just asking for death!" The old man let out a cold harrumph. His words were filled with killing intent, and as he charged forward, he chased after the two people.
The middle-aged man's face turned pale. He formed a seal with his hands and coughed out a mouthful of blood, then cast a Secret Art to grab the woman and increase his speed.
"Senior, why must you be so overbearing? Earlier, the two of us asked for an Origin Flower. It might not be a precious item to senior, but to us, it's a life-saving medicine that can save my son." The young woman's face was pale, and she spoke hurriedly with a pleading tone.
"What a joke. Even if it's not something valuable to me, how could I give it to anyone so easily? Especially the two of you, who have such bad reputations and are people who can't get along well with each other. How could I give the Origin Flower to you? If I really did that, I would definitely become a laughing stock among my peers.
"Hmph, if I was still the left preceptor of Freezing Sky Clan in the past, then forget about the two of you stealing the Origin Flower, even if you didn't steal it, I would still kill you if I saw you. You're a disgrace to society and shameless people!" The old man's words were cold and aloof. Each of his words was like a blade that cut into the woman and the man's hearts, causing their faces to turn even paler, but they could not say a single word to fight back.
"We can tell you who your aunt is …" The young woman laughed bitterly. She looked at the man who was holding her hand, and was about to say something, but the man's eyes shone with determination. With one swift motion, he tossed the young woman off into the distance. Even though he had stopped moving, he still managed to send her several hundred meters away.
"Don't say those words again! Yan Luan, I'll hold them back! Hurry up and save Lin Er!" As the man spoke loudly, he turned around and glared at the old man who was chasing after him. A madness that made him want to die with the old man appeared in his eyes.
"Fang Mu!" The woman cried. She could not understand why there seemed to be some sort of barrier between Fang Mu and his aunt that could not be changed. It was a ravine that Fang Mu would rather die than acknowledge her as his aunt. Very few people knew that he was the nephew of the Berserker Consort … and very few people knew about the Berserker Consort's origin and tribe. She could only grit her teeth and charge into the distance.
The woman and the man were the tribe leader of Lake of Colors Tribe, Yan Luan, and Fang Mu, the son of the tribe leader of Tranquil East Tribe and the Berserker Seed that Si Ma Xin had taken a fancy to when he was still a child!
A thousand something years had passed since then. The child had grown up and become a middle-aged man, and Yan Luan … had formed a bond with him. Judging by their previous conversation, it was clear that they already had a child.
Perhaps if the Berserkers had not gone through such a great change, it would have been impossible for the two of them to be together. However, the appearance of the change, the collapse of the land, the spread of the Dead Sea, the submersion of Han Mountain, and everything else had indirectly changed their fates.
"Zhou Shan, why must you humiliate us like this? Yan Luan is indeed a senior of our tribe in the past, but we are not related by blood. What is there to humiliate?!" Red appeared in Fang Mu's eyes. As he roared, his cultivation base erupted from his body, and as it did so, it was a sign that he was about to self-destruct.
The old man was naturally Zhou Shan, the person Freezing Sky Clan had sent to kill Han Mountain's ancestor in Han Mountain City. Many years had passed since then, and this person had also reached Berserker Soul Realm.
Zhou Shan let out a cold harrumph. He did not stop and charged towards Fang Mu. He lifted his right hand, and at the instant Fang Mu's eyes were filled with madness and were about to self-destruct, he pushed his palm towards Fang Mu, and a mocking look appeared in his eyes.
The instant the two of them closed in on each other, tears fell from Yan Luan's eyes. If it was not because she wanted to save her son, she would have definitely died with Fang Mu and Zhou Shan.
At that instant, a sigh suddenly came from the air. As it echoed in the air, it was as if all the operations in the world had instantly stopped, causing the three of them … to freeze for a moment.
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