Su Ming's expression did not change. He sat there calmly and looked at the fog in the distance. The fog might have looked thin, but since it covered an endless area and he could not see the end of it, he could not help but feel as if he was in a sea of fog.
This unique weather was something Su Ming had never seen before. He had been in Dark Mountain for ten years, and besides the mornings, there was rarely any time where fog filled the air, much less this thick fog that covered the sky and earth.
"The Day of Eternal Creation …" Su Ming lowered his head and covered his face with his long hair. He sat there unmoving, as if he was about to fall asleep once again.
He Feng hesitated for a moment before he spoke in a low voice, "Mas … Master, the Day of Eternal Creation is the time when the three tribes will open the tunnel to Han Mountain City. We don't have enough time now …"
Su Ming did not speak. Another hour passed by. When the fog in the world became thicker, Su Ming lifted his head and stood up slowly. He stood at the top of the mountain and his hair danced behind his head in the wind, revealing the faint scar on his face.
As he stared at the fog in the world, Su Ming reached into his bosom with his right hand. When he brought it out, a long black robe with a hood over his head appeared on his palm. Once it replaced his originally wrinkled robes, he brought out another item from his storage bag.
That item was the black mask. He put the mask on his face.
The moment he put it on, Su Ming's presence changed abruptly. It was barely discernible, and if one did not sense it carefully, it would be difficult to notice. The mask was completely black, causing Su Ming to exude a ghastly and bizarre air.
His expression could not be seen, neither could his expression. The only thing that could be seen was the aloofness in his eyes. Su Ming was also dressed in a black robe. His long hair and head were hidden under the robe, and only the ghastly mask could be seen. It gave him a mysterious air.
He Feng was momentarily stunned when he saw Su Ming. He did not know why, but he had a feeling that he had seen this Su Ming somewhere before. Yet before he had time to think about it, Su Ming took a step forward.
When Su Ming first arrived, he had used nearly a month even though he had not used his full strength with his speed. Now, when he returned, he had only used six days in the fog of the Vast Expanse!
In six days, he returned to Han Mountain City from his isolation grounds. He might not have reached Han Mountain City yet, but he was not too far away.
Along the way, the fog grew thicker and thicker. At this moment, it was impossible to see too far into the distance. Everything that could be seen was thick fog. During the days when the fog filled the air, birds and beasts went into hiding, as if they didn't dare to go out.
The entire land was silent. Only the whistling sounds of Su Ming moving forward were the only sounds in the area.
Another three days passed before Su Ming charged towards Han Mountain City. His speed was so quick that it made He Feng start making all sorts of guesses.
Three days later, Su Ming stood at the mountain where he first went to Han Mountain City. He looked at the indistinct Han Mountain City and the three mountains around it, and a glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He walked towards the mountain where Tranquil East Tribe was located.
The mountain of Tranquil East Tribe was shrouded in fog, but it only covered the periphery of the mountain. The interior was much thinner, and Su Ming could still see things somewhat clearly.
The mountain was huge and towered over the land. The fog surrounding it made all those who stood at the foot of the mountain feel insignificant. Su Ming stood at the foot of the mountain of Tranquil East Tribe and lifted his head to look at it for a while. Before him was a flight of stairs that was 100 feet wide that stretched all the way to the top of the mountain.
This was the only path to Tranquil East Tribe.
'I missed my promise with Fang Mu. I can only come here.' Su Ming averted his gaze, lowered his head, and walked towards the stairs.
The moment his foot landed on the stairs leading to Tranquil East Tribe's mountain, a powerful pressure descended upon him. That pressure did not come from a Berserker, but from the entire mountain itself. At the same time, an authoritative voice traveled forth slowly from within the mountain.
"Halt your steps! Tranquil East Tribe will shut itself off for a month, and we refuse all visitors! "
Su Ming stopped in his tracks. His gaze was calm as he looked at the stairs leading to the top of the mountain. He could feel the pressure coming towards him. There was an unquestionable might contained within it. If he went against that pressure, then it would be the same as him becoming Tranquil East Tribe's enemy.
"Master … let's leave. This is the power from the guardian statue of the God of Berserkers of Tranquil East Tribe. It covers the entire mountain. Tranquil East Tribe will definitely be heavily guarded during the Age of Eternal Creation. We won't allow anyone to enter …
"Let's not force our way in … If you want to enter the tunnel to Han Mountain City, then I have a way to fulfill your wish," He Feng quickly spoke. He knew just how powerful the three tribes of Han Mountain were. If he was in Su Ming's shoes, he would definitely not come here. He would use other methods to enter the tunnel to Han Mountain City.
"Master, don't take the risk. You … can't enter this place." When He Feng saw that Su Ming was ignoring him, he quickly spoke up again. He was afraid that Su Ming was still young and did not have enough experience. If he went to Tranquil East Tribe, it would be a meaningless thing to do. Not only would it cause him to be disgraced, he might even anger Tranquil East Tribe.
Su Ming fell silent. After a long while, he averted his gaze from the stairs on the mountain.
"I have my own decision," Su Ming said slowly and lifted his foot to walk towards the stairs.
The moment his foot landed for the second time, booming sounds seemed to reverberate in the mountain, and the authoritative voice traveled forth once again.
"Those who force their way in will have their power destroyed and be chased out of Han Mountain. Those who come, behave yourselves!"
The oppressive voice gradually dissipated, but the oppressive might from the mountain instantly grew stronger, causing the fog in the area to retreat.
"Master!" He Feng could not understand what was going on. He was just about to advise Su Ming when Su Ming had already taken another step forward and was walking up the stairs.
He Feng did not understand Su Ming. In He Feng's mind, sneaking into the tunnel to Han Mountain was the best method. This was related to his identity. He did not want to reveal himself completely and bring more trouble to himself.
However, Su Ming did not think that way. The three tribes of Han Mountain had controlled Han Mountain City for hundreds of years. They had entered the hidden grounds countless times. With the precautions between the three tribes, it was impossible for there to not be a fixed number of people going in.
Not only was there a fixed number of people, there was a high possibility that they knew each other. If that was the case, then if someone they did not know appeared in the place of death, they would definitely be surrounded and attacked by everyone.
Once this happened, they would become the mortal enemy of the three tribes. This sort of act of hiding would definitely be worse than Su Ming's act of barging into Tranquil East Tribe. If he was discovered, it would be the same as sending himself into a dead end. Even if he could escape and hide his true identity with the mask, there was still a possibility that he would be discovered.
This was what it meant to be a risk!
He Feng could choose this path. After all, he had made a deal with Han Fei Zi previously and was the only remaining tribe member of Han Mountain Tribe. No one would be surprised if he knew that there were other ways to enter the place of death. However, Su Ming was still an outsider. If he chose this path, it would be too dangerous.
'We're still going in there. Instead of taking the risk and hiding, why don't we just do it openly!' A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes and he made his decision. He stood where he was and took a deep breath before he sent his voice towards the top of the mountain.
"I'm here to visit the tribe leader of Tranquil East Tribe."
His voice boomed and spread through the area. It even traveled to the top of the mountain, turning into a large amount of echoes that lingered for a long time.
Time trickled by slowly, and the pressure from the mountain suddenly disappeared. Su Ming smiled faintly and lifted his feet to walk up the stairs.
Tranquil East Tribe was a middle-sized tribe. There were a lot of people in the tribe, and they surrounded the entire area with the mountain as their base. As Su Ming walked up, he saw quite a number of people from Tranquil East Tribe. These people were all looking at him coldly, but none of them went up to stop him.
More accurately speaking, the mountain did not have a peak. The top of the mountain was flat, as if the mountain itself had been shaved off. There were buildings all around the place, and as they surrounded the area, they formed a tribe in the mountain.
There was also a large empty space at the mountainside. Some of the buildings were built on the side of the mountain, and they looked as if they were entrenched at the top of the mountain.
This was clearly not the only tribe in Tranquil East Tribe. As Su Ming stood there and looked through the fog beyond the mountain, he could vaguely see that there were other places like this on the other mountains in the distance.
There was a teenager standing before Su Ming. It was Fang Mu. When he saw Su Ming, he was first stunned. He had never seen Su Ming's real face before, and when he saw the mask, he hesitated.
"Senior Mo?" Fang Mu took a step back and looked at Su Ming with caution on his face.
"Lead the way." Su Ming's hoarse voice traveled forth. When he heard that voice, Fang Mu let out a sigh of relief. A respectful look appeared on his face as he wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed towards Su Ming.
"Senior, you told me to look for you half a year later, but when I went, you weren't around …" As Fang Mu led the way, he spoke to Su Ming in an aggrieved manner.
"I was held up by some matters, that's why I came straight to Tranquil East Tribe." There was a hint of amusement in Su Ming's voice. As he looked at the people of Tranquil East Tribe and the strange buildings, he could not help but think of Dark Mountain.
On the way, there were quite a number of tribe members who greeted Fang Mu with kindness, but when they looked at Su Ming, their gazes turned cold. As Su Ming observed, he saw that there were a lot of Berserkers among the tribe members of Tranquil East Tribe. There were even more Berserkers who had reached the seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm than Wind Stream Tribe.
Before long, under Fang Mu's introduction and guidance, he brought Su Ming to a tower built within the mountain. That tower was about 100 feet tall and had three floors. It gave off a majestic presence, and from the distance, it looked like the head of a gigantic beast that was roaring ferociously at the sky.
"My father is inside. He asked me to bring you here …" Fang Mu stopped outside the tower. After a moment of hesitation, he spoke softly beside Su Ming.
"Senior, my aunt is back … She's from Freezing Sky …" Before Fang Mu could finish speaking, a man's cold harrumph came from within the tower.
Fang Mu's words faltered and he smiled sheepishly as he took a few steps back.
"Brother Mo, my son is being rude. Please don't mind him. Please come in and have a chat." A middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to Fang Mu walked out of the tower, and he was looking at Su Ming with a smile. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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