On that day, the sky was blue, and the light of dusk seeped into the sea. There were no waves on the surface of the sea. He turned around and left, leaving her as the background. She watched his lonely figure gradually leave into the distance in the wind …
When she turned her head back, she found that she had gained an ancient air. Time and space had changed, but the dusk remained the same, and the seawater remained the same … The woman in the past was still watching over him quietly. She allowed the wind and rain to batter her, and the cycles of her life to change. She had no regrets.
Fang Cang Lan hugged Su Ming tightly. She did not want to let go. She was afraid that if she did, another thousand years would pass.
The two of them hugged each other quietly in the Berserker Consort's palace.
"When … will you leave?" After a long while, Cang Lan's weak voice came from the quiet palace.
"This time, I will still leave, but when I leave, I will bring you and all the Berserkers … with me," Su Ming said softly. He looked at the woman in his arms and lifted her head. They looked at each other, and a gentle smile gradually appeared on her face.
Even though she was no longer in her youth, her beauty had already entered Su Ming's mind. Her smile was very beautiful.
She left Su Ming's embrace and sat quietly in front of the Chinese zither. Cang Lan's song gradually echoed in the ancient palace once again. However, this time, the song was no longer low and lonely. Instead, it contained the sound of a zither, and it floated into the air before spreading to the sea.
Su Ming sat by the side and watched Fang Cang Lan quietly. A pot of wine had appeared in his hand at some unknown point of time. Occasionally, he would take a sip from it, and gradually, he felt slightly tipsy. However, he did not know whether it was because of the song, the wine, or the smile that appeared on the lips of the beautiful woman with the Chinese zither.
Dusk had not fallen outside, and the waves on the sea were not weak. It was as if this beautiful moment had become eternal.
This was the first time Su Ming … had truly allowed his heart to be at peace since he had wandered the world for so many years. He immersed himself in the song, the wine, and the beautiful woman. This feeling was indeed like a pot of wine that had been brewed for a thousand years. When it finally settled down, it would turn into a nectar that could intoxicate a person with just one whiff.
However, if anyone took a closer look, they would find that this was not wine, but water with a faint hint of gentleness.
If Bai Ling's existence was a love that Su Ming had for the first time, then this love would be like spring water. It was sweet and unforgettable, but he would only remember its sweetness. The only thing he could not forget was the fondness he felt when he took out the spring water.
This spring, there will come a time when it dries up, it won't last for long.
If Xu Hui was said to be wine, then this wine was destined to be a pot of strong wine. After drinking it, one's heart would be on fire, and the whole body would be burned like a wisp of passion. It would be unforgettable. But strong wine was often drunk when one was sad. Only then would one feel that the passion would not last long.
Yu Xuan was dew, a drop of water that appeared every morning. It was beautiful, sparkling, cold, and tender. It was unforgettable, and he didn't want to forget it.
But it was different from Cang Lan's faint and gentle water. That gentle water could penetrate all stones after one thousand years. Its power was gentle, which was why it could refine all hardness. It was tenacity amidst calmness, and it was the only thing a person could see when they turned their head around.
In the midst of this peace and in his tipsy state, Su Ming stared at the woman before him. He knew that her protection over the years had kept the Berserkers' souls from dispersing and had become even more united. The Berserkers might have seemed like scattered sand due to the islands in the sea, but in truth, they had become unprecedentedly united.
Perhaps there were still conflicts between the Berserkers on the islands, and perhaps there were still some fights of Arts … but if an enemy from the outside appeared, then the Berserkers would have their hearts tremble.
'It's time for me to tell everyone that I'm back.' Su Ming's gaze landed on the dusk outside the window. He gently put down the pot of wine. At the instant it did so and the music echoed in the air, the presence of the Berserkers in Su Ming's body erupted with a bang.
It was the presence of the Berserkers, the presence of the God of Berserkers. It was the purest power of the Berserkers' blood that Su Ming had released after he obtained the will of an Antecedental Spirit from Great Berserker Tribe.
The power of the Berserkers filled his body at that moment. During that instant, the billions of souls of Great Berserkers in him let out soundless cheers. Their cheers echoed in the air and stirred up Su Ming's presence of the Berserkers' presence to surge into the sky from the palace where the Berserker Consort resided but was in truth known as the God of Berserkers Temple.
At the instant Su Ming's presence as the God of Berserkers erupted from his body and the billions of souls of Berserkers in him cheered, the Berserkers' blood boiled and rose with a bang from the island.
The booming of the God of Berserkers' presence caused wind to stir and clouds to surge in the sky. As the clouds tumbled about, it looked as if lightning had sliced through the sky. Loud booming sounds made it seem as if the might of heaven had descended. The thunderous roars echoed in the air, causing the hearts of all the Berserkers on the islands in the Dead Sea to tremble.
The first to sense it were the Fated Kin. As the cultivators of the Fated Kin shuddered, their Fated Kin blood boiled in a manner it had never done before. As it circulated swiftly in their bodies, it stirred up wave after wave of shock to their hearts. Excitement appeared on their faces. They could sense the power that made their blood boil strongly. It was a familiar power that came from the Fated Kin's God, the power that came from the statues on the Fated Kin islands.
The Fated Kin on the Fated Kin's islands lifted their heads at the same time. With excited expressions on their faces, they swiftly flew up. Some of the old men who had personally lived through Su Ming's era let out the strongest voices in their lives as they trembled.
"The Progenitor has returned! This is the Progenitor's presence! This is the presence of the God of Fated Kin!"
"Worship the God! All Fated Kin, follow this presence and worship the God of Fated Kin!"
All of Su Ming's statues on the Fated Kin's islands looked as if they had turned into his clones at that moment, and his presence erupted from them with an even greater intensity. As the presence of the God of Berserkers erupted forth, the entire land of Berserkers was instantly enveloped by Su Ming's will of the God of Berserkers.
At the bottom of the Dead Sea was a swamp that looked like a bottomless abyss. During that instant, a hand shot out from the swamp. That hand was filled with a power that made it seem as if it wanted to tear apart the sky. It clenched its fist, and Su Ming could see that the hand was trembling faintly. In an instant, the bottom of the sea roared, and a figure shot out from the swamp.
It was an old man with a head full of white hair, but his eyes were bright and full of life. The moment he appeared, a gigantic whirlpool immediately appeared in the sea. With a single move, that person rushed out of the whirlpool and instantly left the bottom of the sea. When he appeared on the surface of the sea, excitement appeared on his face. If Su Ming could see his face, he would definitely find it familiar.
It was Nan Gong Hen!
Fated Kin's tribe leader, Nan Gong Hen!
'It's Su Ming's presence! It's my benefactor's presence! It's the Progenitor's presence!' Nan Gong Hen trembled. For the first time in a thousand something years, a smile appeared on his face. This was the first time he came out of isolation, and all of this was because of Su Ming's presence.
In the midst of his excitement, Nan Gong Hen turned into a long arc and charged towards the source of the presence - the Berserkers' holy land.
Su Ming's presence of the God of Berserkers was still spreading out and affecting all the Fated Kin. Then, it affected all the Berserkers on all the islands in the land of Berserkers.
It was the same for the Shamans at that moment. It was the same for some of the other races, because no matter which race it was, as long as they lived in the land of Berserkers, then in truth, their ancestors were all Berserkers.
As their blood boiled, as if their Qi was burning, all the Berserkers felt a strong sense of calling out to them. That was … the call of the God of Berserkers. It was a will that had always existed in their hearts, blood, and souls, and it was a will to worship him.
Figures swiftly charged into the sky. Following the guidance of their blood and the call of the God of Berserkers, they flew swiftly. They wanted … to worship the God of Berserkers!
No one doubted that this was fake, because there was only one answer to this, because their blood was boiling and because all the people beside them were feeling the exact same thing.
"God of Berserkers … return!" Excited roars reverberated in the air. Most of those voices came from old people, because they had experienced something like this before. That was why … without any hesitation, they flew swiftly.
On the nameless island, Fang Mu and Yan Luan were feeding a frail teenager medicinal cores, but soon after, their hearts trembled. The call of their blood and their boiling made Fang Mu turn around without any hesitation, and for the first time ever, he charged towards the direction of the holy land.
On Southern Swamp Island, Bai Chang Zai and the others were sitting in the hall in silence, as if they were waiting for something. When their blood boiled, excitement appeared on all of their faces. They did not speak, but all of them rushed out of the hall … at full speed towards the holy land.
At the same time, in the secret chamber of Berserker Fang Tribe which occupied an island, Man Ya, who was one of the powerful warriors who Su Ming had conferred his title in the past, no longer had any hesitation on his face. Instead, his body trembled slightly, and excitement that had never appeared on his face before appeared on his face. He swiftly rushed out of his isolation grounds and flew into the sky amid booming sounds.
"The Berserkers … are about to rise to power! The God of Berserkers has returned! The God of Berserkers has returned!" Man Ya, who was so old that he looked as if he had just walked out of a coffin, felt his blood boiling even more intensely than before. He threw his head back and laughed loudly.
Wu Shuang, the Elder of Luan Mountain Tribe, was a powerful warrior who had been conferred his title by Su Ming in the past just like Man Ya. At that moment, he laughed long and hard from the island where he resided.
"Luan Mountain Tribe, hear me! Come with me to greet the God of Berserkers! Our God of Berserkers … has returned!"
Xue Sha, the Elder of Surging Clouds Tribe, and Tian Qi, the Great Sect Elder of All Entities Clan, also rushed out of their isolation grounds as they laughed long and hard in excitement. With their tribes, they went to greet their God of Berserkers, just like they had done in the past.
"The God of Berserkers has returned! This presence belongs to the fourth God of Berserkers! My children, come with me, Chi Lei Tian, to greet our God of Berserkers!"
Due to Su Ming's presence spreading out from the land of Berserkers, the entire land of Berserkers started burning in an unseen manner. The boiling blood and the God of Berserkers calling out to them turned into a wave of passion that existed in the hearts of all Berserkers.
This passion was a powerful desire. It was the desire for the Berserkers to rise to power. It was a madness that would allow them to give up everything for the Berserkers. At that moment, they turned into long arcs in the world, and all the Berserkers who could fly charged towards the direction of the summons coming from all directions in the land of Berserkers' holy land.
Long arcs shot through the sky, and this scene shook the heavens. Greet the God of Berserkers!
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