"The Nine Deaths Disaster is based on the concept of nine deaths and one life. It will turn into nine different signs of death and make a person suffer nine different deaths. When this disaster descends, it has no form and no form, making it difficult for a person to fend against it and fight against it.
"The more you fight against it, the stronger the disaster will become. The only way to get out of this disaster is to rely on your will and search for that moment of life among the nine deaths!" The old man's words reached Su Ming's ears. His voice was solemn as it echoed in the air.
Almost at the instant Su Ming heard the voice, his hands and feet turned emerald green. They swiftly darkened, and in the blink of an eye, they turned dark green.
A numb feeling instantly rose in Su Ming's heart. It came from his body, and it directly affected his mind, causing him to instantly feel death descend upon him.
If it was just his body, it would have been fine, but Su Ming had a strong feeling that he was not the only one affected. All of True Morning Dao World was affected at that instant, and it turned green.
"Die!" Once the will that filled Yin Death Vortex said that his hands and feet were green, it said this word. During that instant, intense pain shot through Su Ming's limbs. Waves of green light that looked like threads covered his entire body and went straight to his soul and mind.
Wherever they went, the aura of death would become thick. Su Ming threw his head back and roared. His face contorted, and green light shone faintly in it. His face was ferocious, and his will was swiftly fighting against the will of death that was growing in his body. The feeling of death swept through him like a wave, and Su Ming was like a lone boat in it. He was struggling to persevere.
But before he could continue persevering for long, the will formed by the fourth disaster that filled Yin Death Vortex let out a murmur again.
"Veins … wither … Teeth … Dry … Die!"
A bang rang out in Su Ming's body, and all the veins in his body withered away at that instant, as if they had lost their life force and vitality. As they withered away, they looked like rivers withering away. His teeth also looked as if they had become loose, and his face instantly became much older. Blood trickled down the corners of his mouth, causing his expression to look forlorn.
It was especially so for the last word. It was like a heavy hammer that struck Su Ming's body. When he staggered backwards, he coughed up a mouthful of black blood. His cultivation base was swiftly disappearing, and his body was swiftly weakening. The shadow of death grew larger until it completely enveloped Su Ming.
When the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe saw this from not too far away, he sighed in his heart. He could tell that Su Ming had already reached his limit. He took a step forward, but just as he was about to help him, Su Ming lifted his head swiftly. His expression was ferocious, and his eyes were bloodshot. With great difficulty, he lifted his numb right hand and pushed it in the direction of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe, as if he wanted to stop him from moving forward.
"I … can do it!!" Su Ming said through gritted teeth. As he spoke, blood flowed out of his mouth, and a hint of resolution and madness appeared on his face.
"God of Berserkers … Transformation!" At the instant Su Ming hissed through gritted teeth, the one hundred million souls of Great Berserker Tribe immediately charged up and filled the area around him. They swiftly fused into his body, causing it to look as if it had been replenished, and he began to rapidly recover.
However, at that moment, the murmur of the fourth tribulation could be heard once again.
"Voice … Sound … Scatter … Man … Die!"
Su Ming let out a shrill scream of pain. His God of Berserkers Transformation showed signs of dispersing at that instant. The one hundred million souls of Great Berserker Tribe seemed to be unable to restore Su Ming's body. His screams of pain sounded incredibly weak, as if he was about to die. Those who heard them would not be able to sense any signs of struggle. Instead, they would feel as if they were gasping for their last breaths and sighing before death.
Even Su Ming's True Morning Dao World withered at that instant, as if it was about to disappear from Arid Triad for all eternity.
"Nostrils … Widen … Nostrils … Die!
"Lips … Cold … Xuan … Lu … Die!"
The continuous murmurs, the impact of the word 'death', and the Curse of Fate that seemed to be something the universe could not fight against appeared on Su Ming's body at that instant, causing his lips to turn purple. It was so cold that he felt as if he had lost all warmth, and his breathing seemed to slow down. His nostrils instinctively widened.
"Damn it, what kind of disaster is this?!" The madness in Su Ming's eyes grew stronger. He persisted in executing the God of Berserkers Transformation, as if this was the only method that could allow his body to continuously recover. However, even the God of Berserkers Transformation could not make Su Ming return to how he was before. In fact, it became even more useless. Su Ming's body was deteriorating to an incredibly serious degree.
He was like a mortal who was about to die and was struggling before his death.
At that moment, if he called out to the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe, the old man would immediately attack, but Su Ming chose … no!
He did not believe that he could not fight against the fourth disaster. He did not believe that he could not die during the fourth disaster. He did not believe that he could not accept defeat. His pride would not allow him to fail like this.
"This isn't a disaster, it's a Curse …" Su Ming's entire body was in intense pain. His eyes were bloodshot, and a large amount of blood capillaries filled them. His gaze was dull, like a candle that was about to be extinguished at any moment when wind blew against it, but at the instant it was about to be extinguished, Su Ming came to a swift realization.
The Nine Deaths Disaster could kill without a trace, and it was clearly … a Curse!
The disaster was so strong that it made people feel powerless because all of Arid Triad's will was cursing a person. Because of that … that person could not fight against it and could only be cursed passively!
This was a manifestation of Arid Triad's will … Su Ming understood it. Not only did he understand that the Nine Deaths Disaster was a Curse, he also understood that the Antecedental Spirit's disaster was also a manifestation of Arid Triad's will. It was just like how if he used a True World's will to kill a cultivator in his True World, he could also use his will to descend on a similar disaster!
"Lips … Swollen … Teeth … Burnt … Die!" At the instant Su Ming understood it, the murmurs from the will appeared again. This time, when they echoed in the air, Su Ming's face changed. His face swelled up, and he felt as if a hint of red had appeared in his loosened teeth, even though his body was clearly cold. This feeling was incredibly contradictory, as if he was facing the contradiction between life and death.
However, at the instant this feeling appeared, Su Ming could clearly sense … death approaching him in a manner that he could not fight against. His God of Berserkers Transformation still persisted, but it was about to break down.
"Sew … my … clothes … with … my … hands …
"Sweat … out … but not … flow … out … die!"
With a bang, Su Ming's God of Berserkers Transformation disintegrated. The one hundred million souls of Great Berserker Realm could not gather together Su Ming's Berserker Body. They could not fight against the Curse from Arid Triad's will!
"Isn't it just a Curse? Curses … Su Ming knows them as well!" Su Ming's entire body was weak, and he was about to die. At the instant the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe was about to help him without any hesitation, Su Ming laughed loudly.
His laughter was incredibly weak and could not be heard. It could only echo soundlessly in the air, and the corners of Su Ming's lips curled up into an arc. As he laughed soundlessly, Su Ming coughed up a huge mouthful of blood.
As he coughed up blood, murmurs tumbled out of Su Ming's mouth. His voice contained a strange power, and it immediately echoed in the area, stirring up Su Ming's True World clone. He was clearly using the power of his True World … to Curse Arid Triad!
This was his strongest Art, the Arid Curse divine ability. It was so strong that it could shake those in Avacaniya Realm, but its true power was to Curse Arid Triad's will, making it show signs of waking up even though it was in deep sleep.
"Roll … your … tongue … and shrink … your … yang …. Nine Deaths Disaster … die!" The final murmurs from the will of the fourth disaster, the Nine Deaths Disaster, spread through the area at that instant. They turned into thunderous roars that shook the sky and earth. At the instant Yin Death Vortex shuddered, Su Ming fully executed his Curse.
"Arid Triad Curse!"
Booming sounds surged into the sky at that instant. Su Ming's Curse required a puppet, but at that moment, he did not have one. Then, he would use himself as a puppet. With the will of his True World clone, he would Curse Arid Triad's will and the fourth disaster that had appeared in front of him!
This was a fight between Curses. It was also the strongest counterattack in Su Ming's life, which was the result of his desire to rise to power by placing himself in a land of death. During this counterattack, for the first time ever, he showed … a madness and a threat to Arid Triad's will that he would never submit to him and could not be destroyed.
'Either … with my death, Arid Triad will wake up ahead of time, but because of the word' wake up ahead of time ', everything will not be perfect. Everything will not be in accordance with Arid Triad's will. Su Ming might not know what sort of changes would happen if he woke up ahead of time, but he believed that Arid Triad's will had a spirit, and it would naturally not wish for that to happen.
'Or … this disaster will crumble and disappear. Don't even think about trying to use the Curse in front of me!'
This was Su Ming's blatant threat, and it was very direct and very thorough!
Almost at the instant Su Ming executed his Curse and crashed into the Nine Deaths Disaster in an invisible manner, a furious roar that sounded as if someone was sleeping echoed in the quiet Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos. There was an indescribable mighty pressure in that voice, and as it echoed in the air, it filled all of Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos. If there were any lives that had woken up at that moment, they would definitely have their bodies and souls destroyed, no matter what level of cultivation they possessed.
At the instant the voice appeared, the Nine Deaths Disaster around Su Ming disappeared without a trace. Once it disappeared, all the weakness from the Curse in Su Ming's body disappeared. Everything returned to how it was before the disaster descended. At the same time, Su Ming's will reached a breakthrough with a bang, causing his presence to become even greater after it rose. The vortex he formed was thousands of feet big, and he could sense that he had gone through a cleansing. At that moment … he was confident that he could go through the fourth spirit ascension!
The slumbering Arid Triad's will had compromised!
At the instant a brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes, the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe suddenly took a step forward and appeared in front of Su Ming. With a solemn expression, he lifted his right hand and seized the air in the direction of the disappearing fourth disaster in the vortex.
With it, the fourth disaster came to a swift halt.
"Next … I will go through your disaster. Your mission is to go into the depths of Yin Death Vortex and verify my guesses! Go! "
"My fellow Daoists, I won't talk about the third watch anymore. Tomorrow, we will continue!
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