"Brother Nan, what do you mean?" Su Ming sat down cross-legged and looked at Nan Tian.
Dong Fang Hua's face was filled with respect. He stood by the side with his heart pounding against his chest. He felt that he had a great chance, but that chance did not lie in him obtaining some treasure, but in Mo Su standing before him.
'Sir Nan Tian treated him as an equal, and judging by his words, he's obviously very polite. This person … Sir Mo Su, if I can follow him, then it'll be a great chance for me.' Dong Fang Hua took a deep breath and a resolute look appeared in his eyes.
"Brother Mo, we're weak right now and can't fight against Lake of Colors Tribe. But if Xuan Lun comes, then the three of us will have a lot of power in this place.
"Lake of Colors Tribe has mobilized their full strength and did not reveal anything. Tranquil East and Puqiang might still be in the dark about this. This is a chance for us!
"This is the place where Han Mountain's ancestor passed away. If we don't get some benefits, then we'll have come here for nothing." Nan Tian looked at Su Ming with the ghost of a smile on his face.
"We can talk about this." Su Ming fell into a moment of silence. He did not agree to it immediately.
Nan Tian smiled faintly when he heard it. He nodded and did not speak anymore. He closed his eyes and the beast bones around him floated once again, circling around him slowly. Chou Nu also sat down cross-legged by his side to protect him.
The area around them gradually quietened down. Occasionally, a faint breeze would blow through the valley. When it landed on their bodies, it would lift their hair and touch their faces, making them feel a little itchy.
Su Ming sat there and lifted his head to look at the starry sky above the valley. His expression was calm as he thought about his own matters.
"Sir … Sir Mo Su, these are the herbs I found when I went out." Dong Fang Hua, who was standing by Su Ming's side, looked at him. Su Ming gave off a sense of tranquility, but even Dong Fang Hua himself could not describe it. He seemed to have seen a hint of sadness within that tranquility.
Dong Fang Hua brought out almost all the herbs he had on him and placed them respectfully before Su Ming.
"I can't guarantee that you'll be able to leave safely," Su Ming said flatly.
"It's okay. It's better to stay here than outside." Dong Fang Hua sighed and said in a low voice.
Su Ming did not speak anymore. Instead, he looked at the galaxy and quietly healed his wounds. The injury on his chest was the most serious, and he would not be able to recover within a short period of time. At the same time, he still had to absorb the spiritual aura from the world around him and have it surge into the path in his body. However, when the spiritual aura circulated through his entire body, it would always be slightly jerky at the center of his brows. He could sense that the three spots on the small virescent sword were the reason why the spiritual aura was circulating so slowly.
Time trickled by. The four people in the valley sank into silence. No one spoke. As followers, before Nan Tian and Su Ming spoke, Chou Nu and Dong Fang Hua also remained silent.
About twenty hours went by, and nearly a day passed by. The sky was still the same, and nothing had changed. Su Ming continued looking at the sky. This galaxy had already been branded deeply into his heart.
"Brother Mo is interested in this starry sky?" Nan Tian broke the silence. In truth, he had been observing Su Ming for a long time. To him, Su Ming's power was definitely not at the Transcendence Realm, but the sense of danger he gave off was not weak. It made him pay attention to it, that was why he had been observing him quietly.
"This starry sky is not the night of the Land of South Morning," Su Ming said slowly.
"Of course. This starry sky was created by Han Mountain's ancestor with an Art. From what I know, this starry sky is directly related to Han Mountain's ancestor's mysterious origins.
"It's said that Han Mountain's ancestor came from another world. Perhaps this sky is the starry sky from another world." Nan Tian seemed to have become sentimental as he spoke in a low voice.
"Another world …" Su Ming mumbled.
"It's said that the other world is a strange place. I've never been there before, but I've heard some legends about it. Brother Mo, if you're interested, I'll tell you about it to pass the time." Nan Tian smiled, and there was a sentimental look on his face.
"When I first came here, I was also shocked by this starry sky. When I went back, I searched for a lot of ancient scrolls about this and slowly gained a vague understanding of it.
"When we talk about the other world, we have to talk about the God of the Berserkers … the God of Berserkers!
"The God of Berserkers is the most powerful Berserker in the Berserker Tribe. He is worshipped by all the Berserker tribes. He is our God, our guardian … He's also a legend. It's said that the first God of Berserkers' power reached a state we can't even imagine. At that time, the Berserker Tribe was at its most glorious …
"He led countless warriors from the tribes out of this starry sky, and it was also at that time that we obtained information about the other world. So there are many other worlds beyond the land of the Berserker Tribe …
"I can't imagine it, and I find it hard to believe … the descriptions of this legendary era in the ancient scrolls I read." There was a hint of hesitation on Nan Tian's face, but there was also excitement.
"Brother Mo, I read in the ancient scrolls about the legendary era, the era where there were no detailed records of time, but there was a sentence that was described …
"All Worlds Worship!"
Su Ming's heart trembled and he lifted his head swiftly to look at Nan Tian. He was not the only one. It was also clear that this was the first time Chou Nu had heard about it. Only Dong Fang Hua had his head lowered, and his expression could not be seen.
"All Worlds Worship …" Su Ming mumbled. Those four simple words contained a domineering and mighty presence that shook the sky and earth. It made him feel as if a canvas had been lifted in his head, and within that canvas, he seemed to have seen the legendary era. The God of Berserkers was in the sky, and an endless amount of people from the other worlds had knelt down and worshipped him.
"I can't believe it, and it's a pity that I wasn't born during that era." Nan Tian smiled wryly.
"You can. There will come a time when all brilliant rays of light will fade away. The first God of Berserkers' strange death caused the All Worlds Worship mentioned in the ancient scrolls to become a flash in the pan.
"However, many, many years later, the second God of Berserkers appeared. His appearance brought forth a disaster, and it is said that the Berserkers were divided into five parts because of him!
"He died, and his corpse was divided into five parts and buried on the five continents of the Berserkers … His head was taken away by the people from the other worlds, and we don't know where it went … That's how the Eternal Creation came about. It's said that some unique people can hear a faint roar in the land of the Berserkers on the last day of the Eternal Creation. That's the shrill roar of the second God of Berserkers. Perhaps the fourth God of Berserkers will appear among those who can hear it. We Berserkers have been waiting for the fourth God of Berserkers …
"But this is just a rumor. I've never heard of it, and neither have the people around me," Nan Tian's voice was low.
"What about the third God of Berserkers?"
"This is also something I find strange. Perhaps it's because it's difficult for me to search through more ancient scrolls with my current level of cultivation, but the third God of Berserkers is missing from the records I've searched for regarding the God of Berserkers.
"It only says that he died not long after he appeared. Besides that, there are only records of the third God of Berserkers who came from the Great Yu Dynasty in the land of the Berserkers."
Nan Tian shook his head as he spoke.
When Su Ming heard this, he shuddered slightly, but he could not control that shudder. Nan Tian immediately noticed it and looked towards him with puzzlement.
"Brother Mo, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Su Ming closed his eyes, hiding away the shock and … a hint of fear in his eyes.
'So there's not just one God of Berserkers, but generations after generations … But why didn't he mention anything about the Fire Berserkers? Just which generation is the God of Berserkers who sealed the Fire Berserkers..?
Why didn't Nan Tian mention anything about this matter that shocked the entire Berserker Tribe..? Perhaps it's because of the difference between the regions. That must be it..? 'Panic appeared in Su Ming's heart, which was a rare sight.
He did not know why, but the image of Cang Lan looking at him with a hint of pity and complicated emotions in her eyes naturally echoed in his head.
"If you remember something one day … you can come to Freezing Sky Clan and look for me." Su Ming opened his eyes. In the short span of a few breaths, a large amount of blood capillaries had filled his eyes. He turned his head around and looked outside the valley.
A barely noticeable glint appeared in Nan Tian's eyes. He had a feeling that there was something off about Mo Su. As he mulled over his thoughts, his expression suddenly changed and he lifted his head to look outside the valley. Soon after, his heart trembled, and he looked at Su Ming through the corner of his eyes.
'What a shocking reaction. He must have been affected by some of my words just now, but even so, he still sensed that there's someone outside the valley before me … If he's calm … then I'll have to befriend this person.' Nan Tian made his decision in his heart.
At that moment, a ghastly and cold voice traveled forcefully into the valley, as if it had been torn apart.
"Nan Tian, I'm here!"
That voice was like thunder. When it traveled into the valley, two people appeared outside the valley and walked towards them. The person in front was naturally Xuan Lun. His face was dark, and he was frowning. Behind him was an old man. That old man was covered in blood and a large amount of wounds could be seen on his body. His face was pale, and it was clear that he had been through a terrible battle.
"Brother Xuan, it's my honor that you came." Nan Tian smiled and stood up, wrapping his fist in his palm towards Xuan Lun.
Xuan Lun's face was still dark. When he walked over, his gaze fell on Su Ming, and a chilling glint appeared in his eyes.
"You spread out your presence so brazenly and dared to do this. Besides telling Lake of Colors Tribe that you're here, you're also telling me that you're here.
"Are you confident that Lake of Colors Tribe won't find you first and kill you?" Xuan Lun let out a cold harrumph.
"If I was the only one in the Transcendence Realm besides Lake of Colors Tribe, then I wouldn't dare do this. But since you're here, I naturally have the courage." Nan Tian smiled, not at all bothered by Xuan Lun's tone.
"We'll talk about your plans later. This place isn't bad, but there are too many people here. Either you take off your mask, or you get out of here!" Xuan Lun's words were cold, and his gaze fell on Su Ming. He found this person to be an eyesore. It did not matter whether it was the first time they met in the secret tunnel or now, that feeling remained in his heart.
Nan Tian was stunned. His gaze swept past Xuan Lun and Su Ming, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. He hesitated for a moment before speaking to Xuan Lun in a low voice, "Brother Xuan, do you have a personal grudge against Brother Mo?"
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