"Berserker Consort …"
"Greetings, Berserker Consort …"
"The Berserker Consort, the Berserker Consort …" Jumbled memories spread out from Su Ming's divine sense with the sacred island as the center. In the blink of an eye, it covered the entire Berserkers' world. Once all the Berserkers were enveloped by Su Ming's will, he obtained practically all their memories related to the Berserker Consort.
However, these memories were not complete. There were only bits and pieces. Unless Su Ming increased the power of his divine sense, he would definitely be able to obtain all the answers he wanted, but the price … would be that most of the Berserkers' divine senses would shatter and they would die.
After a long while, when the sounds of the Chinese zither echoed in the air again, Su Ming retrieved his divine sense. He saw many people's memories, and almost all the Berserkers felt respect towards the Berserker Consort.
It was a symbol, a symbol of the Berserkers' spirit. Based on the Berserkers' respect towards the Berserker Consort, Su Ming could tell that if it were not for Fang Cang Lan's existence, the Berserkers, who had been in a state of disunity for the past one thousand something years, would have died a long time ago as they fought against each other.
Su Ming was silent. He did not obtain the true answer, but he had also obtained some answers. With a hint of guilt, Su Ming looked at Fang Cang Lan, who was standing by the side of the Chinese zither while speaking of her loneliness. He lifted his right hand and swung it at the area around him.
With it, time immediately started flowing in reverse under Su Ming's will.
Ten years ago … Fang Cang Lan stood by the window and watched the sun set in the distance. There was a hint of disappointment in her desolate figure. Behind her, there were Fated Kin talking about the Berserkers in whispers.
Twenty years ago … Fang Cang Lan played the Chinese zither. Her beautiful face was like a statue, or perhaps she was indeed a living statue.
Thirty years ago … all the islands in the land of Berserkers sent envoys to offer sacrifices to the Berserkers. There were nearly tens of thousands of people on the island in the holy land, and they worshiped Fang Cang Lan. Their voices calling for the Berserker Consort echoed in the air and moved through the passage of time to land in Su Ming's ears.
Forty years ago …
Fifty years ago … up to one hundred years ago, besides appearing before the Berserkers every once in a while, Fang Cang Lan spent most of her time in the palace quietly playing the Chinese zither and watching the sky outside by the window.
Two hundred years ago, the rain in the night sky gathered together to form moonlight. When it scattered on the sea, it was as if the moonlight had turned into crystalline drops. Fang Cang Lan stood by the window with a frail figure. She simply allowed the wind outside to blow the rain on her body.
A night of rain …
Three hundred years ago, Fang Cng Lan was no longer as calm as before. Struggle, hesitation, and helplessness could often be seen on her face. Only the accompaniment of the zither could calm her down. Regardless of whether it was the snow or the rain, they all passed their days in silence in this cage that was not a cage.
Four hundred years ago …
Five hundred years ago … Su Ming saw all of Fang Cang Lan's time in the palace. He saw Fang Cang Lan's struggles turn to quietness, then from quietness turn into habit, then from habit, she gradually turned into dullness.
That was not seclusion. If it was seclusion, a thousand years might not be a torment and would pass in the blink of an eye. But this was a palace, a thousand years of living. This was more than enough to break someone, especially a woman like her.
Six hundred years ago.
Seven hundred years ago … up to a thousand something years ago. As time flowed in reverse, Su Ming saw everything. He saw the construction of the palace, saw the Berserkers worshiping it for a thousand something years, and saw all the Berserkers turning from a pile of loose sand into the soul of their spirit under Fang Cang Lan's calmness.
He also understood why there was such a thick power of the laws of fate in the Berserkers' world. All of this … was because of Fang Cang Lan.
When Su Ming saw that the palace on the mountain in the holy land had not been built and that this was just an island belonging to the Fated Kin, he saw Man Ya, Xue Sha, Tian Qi, Wu Shuang, and the others. These were the powerful warriors who had been conferred titles by Su Ming in the past and were given a place for their tribe to thrive. They stood quietly on the mountain with Fang Cang Lan and watched the waves rise and fall in the distance.
Beside them was a gentle man. He was also standing quietly on the mountain, and it was … Su Ming's second senior brother.
"I have to leave. I have to leave the land of Berserkers and go to the world beyond … to search for youngest junior brother, your God of Berserkers.
"I have to obey the Brand of this land's will. I don't know whether my memories will be complete once I leave or whether I will lose some of them, but I have a feeling that once I leave this time, I will forget some things …
"My memories of the Berserkers will become much fainter. This is the price I have to pay. I have to obtain power, and it is the price I have to pay to be branded by this land's will …
"Right now, while I am still conscious of my memories … I think that the Berserkers need a symbol. I might not be a Berserker, but my youngest junior brother is the God of Berserkers. All of you … need a symbol that will allow the souls of your people to gather together.
"She will be the Berserker Consort. With the status of the fourth God of Berserkers' consort, she will stand above everything else and gather together the scattered souls of the Berserkers. This is my suggestion."
…..
The pictures of the passage of time shattered before Su Ming's eyes, as if a mirror had been shattered. The shards disappeared into the air, as if they no longer existed.
Time returned to the moment when Su Ming stared at Fang Cang Lan and heard the sounds of the Chinese zither in the distance.
He saw all of Fang Cang Lan's stories during the passage of time. He saw the tears at the corners of her eyes when she meditated at night. He saw her waiting, and he saw everything she had done for the Berserkers.
She was a very determined girl. She was a girl who could sacrifice everything for the Berserkers. Perhaps … she did not do it all for the Berserkers, but mostly for Su Ming.
One thousand something years might not be a long time, but what was truly long was that no one knew just how long all of this would take. No one knew just how long they would have to wait in this palace, which was not a cage.
Perhaps … it would be the day the Dead Sea dried up.
Vaguely, the woman in Su Ming's eyes who was clearly older than she was in the past gradually overlapped with the figure in his memories who had watched him leave quietly in the wind while standing on the mountain in Southern Swamp Island.
"I … am back." Su Ming's expression was gentle, but the guilt in his heart grew stronger. During the one thousand years he had reversed, the weight of that guilt had already been buried deep in his soul, and he could not wipe it off or get rid of it.
Su Ming could not tell just what sort of feelings he had towards Fang Cang Lan. It did not matter whether it was in the past or now. Once time had settled down, those feelings had turned into a cup of wine that was one thousand years old.
Once he drank it, only those who personally tasted it would know what it tasted like. It would turn into three words, and when Su Ming said them, his voice might have been gentle, but it was already hoarse.
The sounds of the Chinese zither froze for an instant, and Fang Cang Lan shuddered slightly. She lifted her head and slowly turned around to see the person who had appeared beside her at some unknown point of time.
That person's face was unfamiliar, and his presence was also unfamiliar, but those eyes and the gentleness in them were the same eyes that had appeared countless times in Fang Cang Lan's dreams.
Her expression was calm, but under that calmness was an indescribable excitement as well as complicated emotions. Those emotions turned into tears that fell from the corners of her eyes, and they flowed down for one thousand years …
"We formed our fate under Han Mountain Bell …" Su Ming mumbled. He lifted his right hand and threaded it through Fang Cang Lan's hair.
"We met on the ninth summit …" Su Ming whispered softly. Fang Cang Lan bit her lip and looked at Su Ming with a dumbfounded expression. She tried her best to calm herself down, tried her best not to let tears fall from her eyes, but she could not do it.
'The war between the Shamans and Berserkers has begun, and when we meet again, we will already be in the barren land of mankind …' Su Ming caressed Fang Cang Lan's hair and gently pulled her into his embrace. When Fang Cang Lan buried her head in Su Ming's chest and shuddered, he could feel her heartbeat. He could feel the anguish and wait contained in her tears for a thousand years.
"We looked at each other from afar in Southern Swamp Island. When we left, I cast you a glance from the distance …" Su Ming stared at the woman in his chest, and the guilt in his heart caused him to be unable to speak.
There were no longer any words to describe his feelings.
Who was the one who had made this yearning for one thousand years last? Who was it that had lasted from when Barren Sky was still around to when the earth grew old and the ocean turned into an island … That moment of youth was not the first time they met …
Those acquaintances of the past were still around, but during the one thousand years of changes, they were like dust falling into a river, and they could no longer be found.
Wind and rain danced outside the window, and sleeves danced in the wind. The moon could not bear to walk over softly. Life sighed, and it stirred up the sorrows of separation … What else could add to one's sorrows?
Was there another autumn in her dreams?
She lowered her head and turned her head back, burying it in her chest. The past was still in her mind, and she could not tell whether this was a dream or a sorrow …
She sighed softly, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes. Those tears seemed to reflect the figure who had once danced with the wind on the mountain. That figure had stood in the passage of time and waited for her beauty to fade away. It was as if at that moment, as she sighed, she was once again saying that she was at a loss for words.
She only sighed that if they were just passersby in each other's lives, then her heart would no longer hurt. She only sighed for an instant, and it would not last for more than three breaths … She only sighed that if she could start her life over again, then if they did not know each other, perhaps they would not have known each other.
If they had never met each other, perhaps they would not owe each other anything, and they would be like orchids hiding in a valley. They would watch the world grow old, the seas run dry, and the rocks crumble. They would also be at ease, and with a Chinese zither as their companion, they would sit under the moon at night with a sweet smile on their faces. When they took a nap, their eyes would be hazy, and they would lie to their dreams, and they would also lie to their own feelings …
She had long hair and a faint fragrance. She was dressed in plain clothes and had a clean face. She did not care about her previous life, her present life, and her future life. She had no desires, and her heart was calm … and she would not feel pain.
Su Ming held Cang Lan in his arms. Her delicate body caused his heart to ache. That pain was deep, but it had come a thousand years too late. Right then, the woman in his arms was no longer the gentle breeze that had blown past him one thousand years ago. Instead, she had seeped into his heart and turned into an eternal presence.
Cang Lan's eyes, which could not be seen, were on Su Ming's chest as she stared at the window of the palace. She stared at the setting of autumn outside, which did not disappear. The autumn sun seemed to have passed through a lingering longing that had lasted for thousands of years. She mumbled something that had been buried in the woman's heart in the past.
"I have forgotten about the vicissitudes of life, forgotten about all the lives in the world, forgotten about myself, but I still can't forget you …"
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