'Mournful-Death souls …' A brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes. He stared at his other self in this Expanse Cosmos, who had a large number of dark threads of light gathering above him to form the shape of a butterfly. Then, he swept his gaze past the ten Mournful-Death souls around him.
Su Ming did not understand the Mournful-Death souls, neither did he know why they were known as Mournful-Death souls, but he could sense that there was a long, ancient air about them.
It was especially so for the three sentences just then. At the instant they were spoken, they seemed to have come from the passage of time and contained a law that Su Ming did not understand.
At the instant the three sentences echoed in the air, a freezing glare shone in the eyes of the other Su Ming, the Child of Morus Alba. He turned into a huge butterfly and charged towards Su Ming with a loud bang.
Su Ming let out a cold harrumph. When he formed a seal with his hands, he swung his arm forward. Immediately, countless mountains appeared. They were all illusions, and in the blink of an eye, there were more than one billion of them. They filled the endless space, and when they were scattered about, they instantly overlapped with each other and turned into nine mountains that surrounded Su Ming.
This was the strongest Mountain Shifter Style Su Ming could execute now that his will had nearly reached perfection. As booming sounds echoed in the air and Su Ming swung his arm, the nine mountains charged towards the incoming Child of Morus Alba.
Loud booming sounds shook the sky and earth at that instant. Four of the nine mountains crumbled, but the butterfly formed by the Child of Morus Alba was torn to shreds. The other Su Ming coughed up blood. When he was forced back a thousand feet, killing intent filled his eyes. When he took a step forward, the remaining five mountains charged at the Child of Morus Alba like five sharp arrows.
All of this might have seemed to have happened over a long period of time, but in truth, it only lasted for an instant. When the lingering sounds of booming sounds echoed in the air, the five mountains closed in on the Child of Morus Alba. They charged forward like a hot knife cutting through butter.
But at that moment, dark light suddenly shone from the ten Mournful-Death souls, and a huge dark vortex appeared around the Child of Morus Alba. It rotated without a sound, and a face appeared in it.
The features on the face were clear, and Su Ming could clearly remember it with just one glance, but strangely, when he looked at it, he felt as if he could remember it, but he could not brand it in his mind. It was as if he would forget it in the blink of an eye.
Almost at the instant that feeling appeared, a low voice came from the vortex's mouth.
"All existences, because they exist, can be lost … this is death."
The instant he said those words, the five mountains charged towards him and crashed into the vortex. Su Ming's pupils shrank. He could clearly see the five mountains … disappearing into thin air without any signs of trembling or any sort of abnormality appearing on them!!
Not even the slightest bit was left behind. It was as if it could be lost because it existed!
"You can't break my Mournful Death. These ten people aren't real Mournful Death. They only had some bloodlines when they were alive, and I activated their inheritance after they died. Each of them only obtained ten percent of the real Mournful Death's power.
The Mournful-Death Tribe … was a race that had appeared for a brief moment in Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos in ancient times. There were few of them, but they had caused a stir in the entire Expanse Cosmos, which was why they seemed to be born with laws and could become a part of them. Wherever the Mournful-Death Tribe existed, there was nothing they did not know!
"They also had a lot of strange powers. In the past, Lord Harmonious Morus Alba had personally taken action to wipe them off!
"But only their physical bodies were wiped off, not their inheritance. This is something even Lord Harmonious Morus Alba cannot do, which is why our tribe is an anomaly. Their inheritance has been around for a long time, and when I became a Child of Morus Alba, I summoned them from space and turned them into … my Mournful-Death Tribe!" There was only one Su Ming in this Expanse Cosmos. The young man's voice echoed in space, and there was a hint of ferociousness in it.
A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He stared at the soul in the vortex, and without a single word, he took a step forward. In an instant, he appeared beside one of the ten Mournful-Death Tribe. He lifted his right hand and seized the air, but … he missed!
The Mournful-Death Tribe acted as if it did not exist and simply allowed Su Ming's right hand to sweep through its body.
"They never existed, and it's precisely because they don't exist … that they exist!" As the Child of Morus Alba's laughter echoed in space, the eyes of the face in the vortex shone. Immediately, the ten Mournful-Death Tribe figures around Su Ming contorted and disappeared without a trace.
"What an interesting race. It reminds me of a strange power I encountered in the past." Su Ming's gaze landed on the face in the vortex coldly. When he spoke flatly, black light shone on his body. It was the Light of Extreme Darkness spilling out and instantly turning into the origin of the Extreme Darkness Tribe. As if it had turned into a sea of light, it charged towards the face in the vortex with a howl.
"All the dead have thoughts born from nothing because the living miss them. This is mourning." At the instant the face in the vortex closed in and said those words, the Child of Morus Alba behind the vortex — the other Su Ming in this Expanse Cosmos — let out a low roar filled with powerful killing intent.
"My thoughts, the thoughts born from nothing, are you … Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"
With a bang, Su Ming's Light of Extreme Darkness disappeared without a trace when he said the first word. At the same time, when the second word appeared, Su Ming's expression changed. Booming sounds rang out in his body, and he swiftly moved back.
But when he took three steps back, the third word appeared, causing Su Ming's entire body to jolt. It was as if his flesh and blood were flowing in reverse. His face turned even paler, and he moved back again. It was as if there was a powerful explosion in front of him that shook his body. When he moved back, the fourth word landed on his heart like a heavy hammer.
Booming sounds rang out in his head. Su Ming felt as if he could not fight against this power. It did not matter whether it was his divine abilities or his will, he could not figure out its existence. It was as if this power had always been in his heart, and at that moment, it had been stimulated and set ablaze, bringing about an astonishing amount of damage in his body.
Blood trickled out of the corners of his mouth. At the instant Su Ming moved back, the fifth word reached him with a bang. Su Ming coughed up a huge mouthful of blood and moved back again. This time, he only stopped when he was thousands of feet away. His eyes were bloodshot, and a ferocious look appeared on his face. He stared at the face in the vortex and his other self floating behind it.
He lifted his right hand and wiped off the blood at the corners of his mouth. The ferocious look on his face turned into killing intent.
"As expected of the other me in this Expanse Cosmos. Your level of cultivation is clearly much lower than mine, but you could use this method to injure me." Su Ming lifted his head. As he spoke, he swung his right hand, and a vortex appeared on his palm. It spun faster, and gradually, a vortex of stars appeared in it.
"The one who injured you isn't me, but the Mournful-Death souls. If you can't break my Mournful-Death soul, you can only be sealed and slowly become one with me. I am you, and you are me." The other Su Ming stared at Su Ming from behind the face in the vortex. He did not hide the blatant killing intent in his eyes. When he spoke, he lifted his right hand and swung his arm. Immediately, the eyes of the face in the vortex shone, and the vortex charged towards Su Ming.
"The Mournful-Death souls take the thoughts of the living, take the existence of the dead, take the sustenance of the spirits, take the power of the current life and the future, and gather them into incense sticks. With this … we turn mourning into death, so that those who exist will continue to exist, and those who have died … will return to nothingness!" The voice on the face in the vortex mumbled. When it entered Su Ming's ears, there was a decaying and ancient air to it, as if it was a murmur that had existed for an unknown number of years. At that moment, when it echoed in space again, it caused the galaxy to tremble.
Su Ming's pupils shrank. During that instant, he suddenly had a strong feeling that his will, his cultivation base, and even his life force had started to decrease. It was as if there was a strange power contained in those words that could interfere with the changes in the world and the universe, causing Su Ming to clearly sense that the will of True Immortal Sect World in Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos, which had disappeared due to his appearance … was showing signs of recovering.
In fact, Su Ming could even sense that the will of True Morning Dao World in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos he Possessed had also gone through the same change.
This change caused Su Ming's heart to tremble. A strong sense of danger instantly rose within him, but there was not a hint of wariness on his face … because Su Ming still believed that there was no power in the world that could exist forever. Everything had a natural enemy, and there was not just one of them. Instead, one would appear at the same time, and even if one of them was destroyed, an unknown amount of time later, another one would definitely appear.
It was just as the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe had said. This was something Su Ming firmly believed. Even something as powerful as Arid Triad's will had a natural enemy, much less the Mournful-Death souls.
A freezing glare shone in Su Ming's eyes. His will erupted with a bang. It was the vast will formed by two True Worlds gathered together. It was a power that was second only to the strongest will in any Expanse Cosmos. The mighty pressure from the will of heaven could destroy one million cultivators. Even if it was his other self, unless he borrowed Harmonious Morus Alba's power, he would have to submit to this will.
Once Su Ming's level of cultivation reached his level of cultivation, his divine abilities could change endlessly. They were no longer limited to a certain region. Instead, as long as he wanted to, he could manifest and activate them.
At the instant Su Ming's will spread out, a red bolt of lightning appeared in front of him. It brought with it an astonishing presence. At the instant it appeared, the galaxy in the area seemed to sink into a state of relative stillness that would last for eternity.
This was clearly the Antecedental Spirit's disaster!
However, Su Ming had imitated it with his will. It might not be as strong as the real Antecedental Spirit's disaster, but it was still enough to shock the world.
"If the Mournful-Death souls can be wiped off by Harmonious Morus Alba's will, then no matter how strong they are, they have a limit." At the instant Su Ming said those cold words, the red bolt of lightning charged towards the face in the vortex with a loud bang.
Su Ming did not wait to see the results. He swung his arm, and five bolts of lightning immediately appeared before him. They instantly turned into five faces that intersected with each other to form the Five Colors. Then, they turned into a gigantic hand that went to seize the face in the vortex with a loud bang.
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