"Yes, my name is Ya Jiu." The boy was not afraid of strangers. Perhaps it was because he could sense Su Ming's kindness, that was why he spoke loudly.
The moment his words left his mouth, Bai Chang Zai and the others, who were conversing with each other, were immediately stunned. When they turned their heads to look, they immediately discovered that Ya Jiu was talking to an empty area.
The crowd was stunned, especially Bai Chang Zai. A glint appeared in his eyes and he spread his divine sense outwards, but he did not find anything strange.
Zi Yan took a few brisk steps forward and arrived beside Ya Jiu before she asked softly, "Jiu Er, who are you talking to?"
"There's a big brother here. He's asking me whether my name is Ya Jiu." The boy blinked innocently and pointed at Su Ming as he spoke. He did not know that his words had immediately caused Zi Yan's expression to change drastically, especially Ya Mu. He might have been a wooden person, but at that moment, a freezing glare shone in his eyes, and he appeared swiftly before Ya Jiu.
The murderous aura around Bai Chang Zai's entire body spread out, and as he laughed coldly, he spoke in a ghastly tone towards the empty area.
"Someone actually came to Southern Swamp Island? Sir, since you're here, why are you hiding? Please show yourself!"
"Grandpa Bai, big brother has already left," Ya Jiu quickly said from behind his father.
"He's already left. He gave this to me and said that I'm a good boy." Ya Jiu lifted his hand, and a white scale appeared on his palm.
That scale looked incredibly normal, but to the people of Southern Swamp Island, they were familiar with it. It was the only reverse scale on each sea dragon's body.
Bai Chang Zai's expression changed. He turned around swiftly and looked at the sea dragon he had captured not too far in the distance. The place where the reverse scale had originally been was no longer there.
"Big brother is a really nice person. He even praised me for being smart. He gave me this gift and said that if I ran into any danger when I grew up, this gift could help me escape danger nine times." Little Ya Jiu looked at his family around him, and his youthful voice echoed in the air.
Zi Yan's face was pale. She could already imagine just how strong this person would be if they could not see him. After all, with Bai Chang Zai's level of cultivation, even the ancient monsters who had been conferred titles during the era of the fourth God of Berserkers among the nine great forces of power in the land of Berserkers would not be able to escape Bai Chang Zai's notice.
Wan Qiu frowned and looked around. She did not say anything. Zi Che's eyes sparkled, as if he was thinking about something as he looked into the distance.
Bai Chang Zai hesitated for a moment before he picked up the white scale from Young Ya Jiu's hands. Once he looked at it closely, his pupils shrank swiftly, and even his breathing quickened.
This scene immediately caused the surrounding people to become nervous.
"Senior Bai …" Ya Mu hesitated for a moment before asking in a low voice.
Bai Chang Zai was silent for a moment before he spoke in a grave voice. "This person does not harbor any ill will. His … His cultivation has surpassed the limits of my understanding. Just the feeling that this scale gives me … is enough to destroy me thousands of times."
The moment he said these words, the people around him immediately sucked in a sharp breath. Zi Yan held Ya Jiu in her arms, and her expression changed a few times. By her side, Ya Mu was a little calmer, but disbelief still appeared on his face.
Wan Qiu was still frowning, but the grave look in her eyes had also become stern as Bai Chang Zai's words spoke.
Only Zi Che looked into the distance, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"This person should not be a cultivator from this Expanse Cosmos. In this Expanse Cosmos, there is no one who can reach this level of cultivation, even those old coots. This is already … a level that I simply cannot understand, and neither can I describe it clearly. I can only feel that with this person's level of cultivation, he can destroy the entire land of Berserkers with just a single thought.
"And … this scale makes me feel as if my blood is boiling. All of you must have felt that feeling just now as well. This is … the exact same feeling.
That's why I'm certain that this person … came from the world outside! "Bai Chang Zai's expression became even more solemn, and he looked as if he was slightly worried.
The area around them was silent. Zi Yan and the others did not doubt Bai Chang Zai's words, but it was precisely because of this that they felt a lingering fear.
"Oh, that's right. Ah, I remember now. That big brother said that if I placed this scale at the center of your brows, he would be able to heal the hidden injuries in your body. This can be considered as him repaying you for your kindness in the past," young Ya Jiu quickly said.
Once he said these words, the hearts of the people around them trembled once again. Bai Chang Zai's expression changed. Only he knew about his injuries. They were hidden injuries that had existed for many years, and he had never been able to get rid of them. However, with his level of cultivation and his injuries, he could not find anyone who could help him.
In his silence, a glint shone in Bai Chang Zai's eyes. Without any hesitation, he immediately pressed the scale against the center of his brows. At the instant the scale touched his forehead, a bang rang out in Bai Chang Zai's body, and a gentle power surged into his body through the scale. It swept through his body and easily dispelled the hidden injuries he had been unable to resolve over the years.
As his hidden injuries disappeared, Bai Chang Zai's level of cultivation increased exponentially, but this increase in power did not attract Bai Chang Zai's attention. Young Ya Jiu's words continued to echo in his head.
"Repaying me for my kindness in the past … This person … This person …" Bai Chang Zai mumbled, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not think of who this person was.
Wan Qiu crouched down and looked at Ya Jiu before she asked softly, "Jiu Er, what does the senior you spoke of look like?"
"He …"
Before young Ya Jiu could finish speaking, Zi Che suddenly spoke up by the side. "The master is back."
Zi Che did not say who the master he spoke of was, but the moment he said those words, the expressions of all the people around them immediately changed. Their breathing quickened, and a figure appeared in all their minds.
"Also, big brother asked me a name. Fang Cang Lan. Who is Fang Cang Lan?"
…..
There was an island in the sea not too far away from Southern Swamp Island. That island had a supreme status in the land of Berserkers, because … it was not just the headquarters of the Fated Kin, it was also the holy land of the Berserkers.
The current spiritual symbol of the Berserkers, the Berserker Consort, lived in the palace at the top of the mountain.
Fang Cang Lan sat quietly in the empty palace. She had a noble status and was worshiped by countless Berserkers. In fact, with just one word from her, she could decide the life and death of the Fated Kin outside the palace.
However, even though she had this status, she did not find any joy in it. Being in this palace meant that she was bound to be lonely.
In fact, only a handful of people knew her name in the land of Berserkers. Among them were the people from Southern Swamp Island and the powerful warriors from the various tribes who had been conferred titles by Su Ming in the past.
The Berserker Consort did not need a name. She only needed the word 'Berserker Consort'. This was the price she had to pay to maintain the Berserker Consort's mystery. The Berserker Consort was just a symbol, a living statue. She could not have a tribe, and even more people could not know her name.
Because a tribe and a name would dilute the holiness of the Berserker Consort's name. It was the loneliness of being at the top, and it was the hope all Berserkers placed in the God of Berserkers in the depths of their hearts.
And mystery was the best embodiment of a symbol. That was why the Berserker Consort needed to be mysterious.
Fang Cang Lan endured all of this. She endured loneliness, endured leaving Southern Swamp Island, endured not being able to see or hear from the remaining members of her tribe. She was used to being alone, used to being alone quietly, and accompanied by the sounds of her Chinese zither as she plucked her fingers quietly.
The dusk on this day seemed to stay in the sky for an eternity, as if it would never set. It was frozen in the sky, causing the afterglow of dusk to spill through the window and land in the quiet palace.
Fang Cang Lan sat quietly beside her Chinese zither and closed her eyes. She continued playing the graceful melody of her Chinese zither, as if she was waiting for something. The sound of the melody echoed in the air, passing through the palace and surrounding the island. When it spread out, it also landed in Su Ming, who was staring at Fang Cang Lan in midair through the window.
He did not pass by this place because he had scanned it with his divine sense, but because the presence of the laws of fate in this place was the thickest in all the Berserkers in the Dead Sea. That was why when he walked past it, he cast a glance over, and once he did so, he could no longer avert his gaze.
He saw his own statue on the island, the Fated Cultivators in this place, and the palace on the mountain. The appearance of this palace was definitely extraordinary. It had the typical style of the Berserkers' imperial palaces.
This was something Su Ming was certain of, because he … had seen Great Yu's palace before.
This was the only palace on the island in the Dead Sea in the land of Berserkers, and if Su Ming could not tell the meaning behind it, then he would not be able to claim himself to be wise.
In silence, Su Ming walked into the island, up the mountain, and into the source of the melody. He stood beside Fang Cang Lan in the palace. She could not see Su Ming, but he could see her.
She was slightly older. She was no longer as beautiful as she was in the past, but her gentle and graceful demeanor was even more gentle than before, causing all those who saw her to be unable to help themselves but sink into that gentleness.
Su Ming quietly stood beside Fang Cang Lan and listened to the narration of the Chinese zither. It was a thousand something years of loneliness and waiting, causing Su Ming's heart to slowly return to the past. Slowly, he felt as if … he had spent a thousand years with Fang Cang Lan.
After a long, long time, the melody stopped.
Immediately, the air in the palace distorted, and a figure appeared from within. That figure had an aloof expression on his face, and he lowered his head to bow to Fang Cang Lan.
"By the decree of the Berserker Consort, we have investigated that the blood surge was not only in this place, but in all the Berserkers in all the regions in the land of Berserkers!
"This matter is definitely connected to the fact that the sun in the world outside never sets.
"Notify all Fated Kin to activate the Berserker Protection Rune. Tell all the islands in the land of Berserkers to be ready at all times … This might be a monster swarm or a sign that the ferocious beasts from the world outside are about to descend." Fang Cang Lan was silent for a moment before she spoke faintly. As she spoke, the awe-inspiring might unique to the Berserker Consort naturally manifested.
"By the decree of the Berserker Consort," the figure said respectfully and disappeared.
"Berserker … Consort …" Su Ming was momentarily stunned. For the first time ever since he returned to the Berserkers' world, he spread his divine sense outwards with a bang. He wanted to know all the Berserkers' memories in the Berserkers' world. He wanted to find … the origin of the Berserker Consort from them.
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