Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos, True Morning Dao World!
The Ninth Summit was the core of the one hundred something Runes hidden in space, which had originally belonged to Morning Dao Sect. At that moment, it was surrounded by countless cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn.
At the center of these cultivators was a distorted illusion that was one hundred thousand feet big. Mountains, rivers, land, and floating continents could be vaguely seen in it. That place … was where the Ninth Summit was located.
The one hundred thousand feet big distortion was a gap that the cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn had forcefully blasted open. Once that gap was broken, the cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn would be able to instantly tear through space like a swarm … and step into the dimension where Morning Dao Sect had originally been.
From the distance, the distorted illusion looked like a weak spot in space. Countless lightning sparks swam about, and loud booming sounds reverberated in the galaxy. All sorts of divine abilities, Arts, and the light from Enchanted Treasures shone constantly on the distorted illusion.
This sort of attack had been going on for a long time, but during the past three days, due to the appearance of nine faceless people in white robes, the battle had reached its peak.
The nine people were dressed in white robes, and their faces were incredibly strange. They were blank. They had no eyes, no facial features, and they looked like white jade slips.
These nine people didn't seem to have any cultivation, and were like mortals. However, the pressure they emitted was extremely shocking. Furthermore, it was possible to see the respect in the gazes of the surrounding cultivators when they looked at these nine people.
All nine of them were dressed in white robes, but there were slight differences between them. Five of them had the mark of the moon on their robes, and the other four had the mark of the sun.
They surrounded the edge of the one hundred thousand feet distorted illusion. They did not cast any divine abilities, but if anyone took a closer look, they would be able to tell that they were at the spot where the ripples of the distorted illusion were the strongest. It was as if … the one hundred thousand feet distorted illusion was the final layer of the Rune Hu Zi had laid. It was distorted due to the nine people's existence, and it became an illusion due to their positions. In fact, from the distance, there was a strong feeling …
It was as if these nine people were like nine nails that were nailed to the final layer of the Rune Hu Zi had set up outside the ninth summit. It was also because of these nine people that the Rune seemed to be constantly weakening.
Beyond these nine people were countless cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier. Beyond these cultivators was a sea of white bones floating not too far away from them. They could see everything in the battlefield from the distance.
There was a long-haired man wearing a black robe sitting on one of the bones. This man was handsome and filled with a strange aura. He held a wine cup in his hand and would occasionally take a sip. It was as if the influence of the void in space on him was so weak that it didn't seem to exist.
Around the black-robed man, there were ten black-robed men standing respectfully like guards. They stared coldly at the distorted void in the distance.
The black-robed man smiled and took a sip of his wine. "Interesting. In just one more day, the spell formation will be broken, and the cultivators inside will be slowly tortured in despair. That way, after we kill them, we can taste their souls. That will be even more delicious." The black-robed man smiled and took a sip of his wine.
His cultivation was so powerful that he did not even need to release it to make the space around him seem unable to endure it. Signs of shattering continuously appeared around him.
This person was the strongest person who had descended from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn's camp, one of the three Sovereigns of Dark Dawn — the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei!
However, the one who was in this place at that moment was not his real body, but one of his two clones. At the instant his real body descended, he had disappeared without a trace. One of his clones was left in True Morning Dao World, and the other had gone to the mysterious Fourth True World.
He might be a clone, but he had also stepped into Avacaniya Realm, or else it would have been impossible for him to be known as one of the three Sovereigns of Dawn in Dark Dawn's camp.
While the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei drank his wine and stared at the distorted Rune of Ninth Summit in the distance, no one in True Morning Dao World, including the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei himself, noticed that there was a figure standing on the other side of the distorted Rune. He was watching everything coldly.
It had been nearly two hours since Su Ming arrived. This was his True World, and everything related to it could not escape Su Ming's control. In fact, with just one thought, Su Ming could reach any region. Once he walked out of Yin Death Vortex, he immediately learned of everything that had happened in True Morning Dao World during this period of time.
He did not chase away the cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn. Instead, he stood calmly in space and watched the distorted Rune of Ninth Summit being continuously attacked.
Once Su Ming's level of cultivation reached his level of cultivation, especially since he possessed the wills of the three Great True Worlds, life was just a part of life in his eyes. If there was life, there would be death, and only when there was death would there be life. This was a law that Su Ming did not want to change, and neither would he interfere with it too much.
It did not matter whether it was Dark Dawn or Saint Defier, they had once belonged to Arid Triad, and even now, they still belonged to Arid Triad. They had just stepped into the first Expanse Cosmos from Arid Triad's second Expanse Cosmos.
In Su Ming's mind, the feeling of being invaded by them when they entered Arid Triad had lessened due to the increase in his state of being and the greater his understanding of the world. All of this was just one of Arid Triad's plans. It was a plan to eventually invade Harmonious Morus Alba and completely Possess it.
All lives were chess pieces. Even if some of the chess pieces believed that they had already become the players, in the greater picture, they were still chess pieces in other people's eyes.
This was a form of tragedy, but it was also a law.
'If you don't experience storms, how can you grow? If you don't experience trials, how can you become outstanding? If you don't experience … life and death, you will be like a sword without a blade!' Su Ming stared at Ninth Summit. His expression was calm. He could stop all of this from happening. He could ensure that not a single person from Ninth Summit died. He could completely stop the disaster this time.
However, what was the point of doing this? Su Ming could stop the first disaster. Even if it was the second or the third disaster, there would still be one, and he would not be able to stop it.
Those who were protected would find it difficult to grow. Only when they experienced life and death, went through storms, and went through trials would they be able to give birth to powerful souls and power. Only then would they be able to hold up the sky.
It was just like how he treated the Berserkers. At that moment, Su Ming quietly watched everything happening before him and gave Ninth Summit a test.
This was a war, and there would be more wars in the future. If Ninth Summit and the Berserkers were suited to exist in war and were suited to exist in the world of cultivators where the strong preyed on the weak, then they would have to experience everything.
If they were not suited, Su Ming would take action and give them a protection that might not have a future and would only allow them to exist for the remaining five hundred years. However, this sort of protection would only last for five hundred years. Five hundred years later, the disaster would descend. Regardless of whether Su Ming succeeded or failed, everything would turn into nothingness.
They had to fight for their own lives. What others gave them might not be what they truly wanted. Su Ming did not understand this logic in the past, but now, he understood it.
Perhaps it would hurt, and perhaps a large number of people would die … but this was a necessary process for a life form to become a powerful warrior.
The only thing he could do was to make the war a little fairer. Su Ming could not make the cultivation bases of the Berserkers in Ninth Summit increase exponentially in an instant, but he could … make the cultivation bases of the people from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier be suppressed so that they would be on equal footing with Ninth Summit.
This was a very simple task for Su Ming.
Time passed. When a day went by, a loud bang that shook the sky and earth filled the area. The ferocious roars from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier echoed in the air. It was the sound of the final Rune Hu Zi had placed in Ninth Summit crumbling. At the instant it did so, a large number of cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier instantly took a step forward, intending to slaughter their way into Ninth Summit through the gap left behind by the Rune's collapse.
They could already see the hundreds of thousands of cultivators gathered in Ninth Summit once the Rune crumbled. They looked as if they were ready for battle, and the killing intent formed by their resistance and struggles surged towards them with a monstrous momentum.
During that instant, Su Ming, who no one in True Morning Dao World had the right to see, lifted his right hand and casually pushed down gently in the direction of the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier.
With it, all of True Morning Dao World shuddered. The tremors were silent, but they formed an indescribably powerful, mighty pressure. It instantly descended, causing True Morning Dao World to feel as if it had become several times heavier. All the cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn felt their hearts tremble, and their footsteps came to a halt. Shock appeared on their faces.
Each cultivator felt as if their weight had instantly increased by several times, causing their bodies to feel heavy. In fact, they felt as if the circulation of their cultivation bases had become jerky. It was as if all of True Morning Dao World was pressing down on them at that instant.
Once the Rune crumbled, the hundreds of thousands of cultivators from Ninth Summit shuddered as well. Shock appeared on their faces, and all of them stopped moving forward.
As the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier were shocked, the nine white-robed, faceless people shuddered. There seemed to be booming sounds echoing in their bodies, as if they were fighting against the pressure.
In the distance, the expressions of the ten black-robed men around the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei changed drastically. Their pupils shrank, and a brilliant light that surged into the sky shone in them. The Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei lifted his wine cup, but just as he was about to taste it, he came to an abrupt halt. He lifted his head slowly, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
"Which fellow Daoist descended and disturbed the suppression of this True World's will?! What sort of gall … did you eat to fight against Dark Dawn's camp and provoke me?!" The Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei's voice was ghastly. When it reverberated in space, it caused the entire galaxy to tremble violently. The mighty pressure that descended from the area even showed signs of loosening. He still held the wine cup in his left hand, and his right hand was placed on the white bone by his side. Dark green light shone in his eyes, and it swept through the galaxy, but he could not find … a single trace!
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