At the instant Su Ming stepped into the black hole as he was swept up by the suction force from the vortex, his vision immediately turned blurry. That indistinct shadow disappeared in an instant, and when Su Ming's vision became clear, he saw a desolate wasteland.
Countless shattered stones floated in midair. There were countless cracks on the ground, and some parts had already collapsed. The sky was no longer blue, but gray. There were no plants in the area, and a thick aura of death continuously filled the land.
The five white dogs by Su Ming's side had already disappeared, but there was still a connection between them in Su Ming's mind. They had also sensed him and were swiftly rushing towards him.
Right in front of Su Ming was a stone floating in midair. It was ten thousand feet big, and on it was an ancient altar. It looked incredibly damaged, and there were nine layers to it. There was a tree that seemed to have been petrified on it. If anyone took a closer look, they would see that the tree had nine branches, and at the end of each branch was a butterfly!
As he stared at the altar, a glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He instantly flew up and charged towards the altar. Once he closed in on it, he stood on it and stared at the petrified tree with bright eyes. His gaze lingered on the nine butterflies for a few more seconds.
The butterflies' appearances were practically the same as the Harmonious Morus Alba Su Ming had seen …
This scene caused Su Ming's heart to tremble. He suddenly turned his head to the side and saw a figure appear out of nowhere in the sky to his right. It was a middle-aged man dressed in a long blue robe. Once he appeared, wariness appeared on his face, but his gaze instantly landed on Su Ming. When he saw him, he also saw the altar under his feet.
When the middle-aged man swept his gaze past Su Ming, he clearly saw his level of cultivation, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.
"I didn't expect that my luck would be so good this time. Right when I came in, I saw an altar. Fellow Daoist, could you let me have this altar?" The middle-aged man smiled faintly. As he spoke, he walked towards Su Ming. When he spread out his cultivation base, Su Ming could tell that he was a powerful warrior in the fourth level of Dao Spirit Realm.
Su Ming cast a glance at the altar. There were one hundred thousand of them in the world in the first layer. He did not speak, but instead turned around, intending to leave. He wanted to observe the world a little more, and there was no need for him to stay for an altar.
When the middle-aged man saw Su Ming leaving, he smiled faintly, but the instant he was about to step onto the altar, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he stared at Su Ming, who had already taken a step forward.
"Your appearance … You … You're the third prince of Seven Moons Sect!" The middle-aged man shuddered, and crazed delight appeared in his eyes. He no longer bothered himself with the altar and instead turned into a long arc that charged towards Su Ming.
"Haha! I'm really lucky today. Not only did I see an altar, I also saw the third prince who has a bounty placed on his head by One Dao Sect and Asura Clan!
A mere Third Level Dao Spirit Realm, today is destined to be this Lin's day of good fortune! " When the middle-aged man's laughter echoed in the air, he turned into a long arc that charged towards Su Ming. Su Ming frowned slightly, and a cold sneer appeared at the corners of his lips.
He was originally about to leave, but since the middle-aged man was unwilling … then since he was determined to die, if Su Ming did not fulfill his wish, he would not be able to live up to his expectations.
"It's good that I test the Space Whip." When Su Ming lifted his right hand, the red string around his wrist disappeared. When he lifted his right hand and swung it, the sky immediately roared. A huge shadow of a whip that looked like it was formed by stars descended on the ground. When it spun around Su Ming, the middle-aged man's expression changed. He came to a swift halt and moved back. A hint of shock appeared on his solemn expression. He formed a seal with his hands, and an armor immediately appeared on his body. There were also ten layers of Rune screens of light around it.
Yet even so, when Su Ming swung the whip, booming sounds shot out. The ten layers of Rune protection instantly shattered, and the middle-aged man's armor also shattered. The middle-aged man coughed up blood at the instant the whip touched him. His memories were thrown into chaos. It was as if the whip had not just struck his body, but had also entered his mind and thrown it into chaos.
As he coughed up blood, a shrill scream of pain tumbled out of the middle-aged man's mouth. With a single move, Su Ming closed in on the man. When he lifted his right hand, the mark of the crescent moon on his palm shone, and he pushed it at the center of the man's brows.
At the instant Su Ming's right hand touched the man's forehead, a huge suction force erupted from the mark on his right palm. The middle-aged man's scream of pain was incredibly shrill. His body withered, and a large amount of his life force and cultivation base surged into the mark on Su Ming's palm in the span of a few breaths. As the shrill scream weakened and disappeared, the only thing left of the middle-aged man was a withered skeleton!
His soul and everything else had left his body for eternity at that moment.
Su Ming's expression was calm. He possessed the mark of the old man's divine ability, the Space Whip, and the wills of the four Great True Worlds. In fact, his level of cultivation was only slightly weaker than the middle-aged man's. If Su Ming had to fight against this person for a while before he could win, then he would not be Su Ming.
Su Ming pulled his right hand back, and when the red string appeared on his wrist, he took a step back to the altar he had left previously. When he stood there, he lifted his left hand, and a jade slip appeared on his palm. He pressed it against the petrified tree trunk, and the jade slip immediately shone. The stone tree on the altar looked as if it had regained its life force, and it gradually began to revive.
When it did so, waves of fragrance spread out. Su Ming took a whiff of it, and his eyes immediately sparkled. He noticed that his level of cultivation had increased slightly once he took a whiff.
In fact, the Dao Spirit in his third eye at the center of his brows seemed to be very comfortable under the fragrance. The fourth overlapping Dao Spirit had even gained a little more form.
Gu Tai had never mentioned this before. Logically speaking, it was impossible for Gu Tai to not mention something that could increase his level of cultivation. After all, even if he did not mention it, Su Ming would have noticed it. If that was the case, then there was only one possibility.
A brilliant light immediately shone in Su Ming's eyes.
'Could it be that this fragrance isn't helpful to other people's levels of cultivation?' When Su Ming's eyes sparkled, about twenty breaths passed, and the stone tree on the altar recovered completely. A pillar of light instantly shot into the sky.
The pillar of light could be seen even from the distance, because … at the instant it rose into the sky, Su Ming saw quite a number of pillars of light charging into the sky in the distance.
Clearly, those pillars of light meant that quite a number of altars had been activated at that moment!
The pillars of light would exist for a long time, but they would be replaced by the people from other sects and clans at any time. Once a pillar of light appeared, it would be like a bright lamp to the people from other sects and clans, and they would immediately be attracted to it.
Su Ming fell into a moment of pensive silence. When he thought about how the fragrance would appear when the altars were activated, he charged into the distance. While checking the jade slip, he went to gather with the cultivators from Seven Moons Sect based on the directions in the jade slip and searched for altars.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, an altar was activated on the ground in front of Su Ming. At that moment, there was a young man holding a jade slip and pressing it against a stone tree that had already come to life. Beside him were four cultivators dressed in the same clothes, and they were engaged in a life and death battle against four other people to prevent them from interfering.
Once Su Ming saw it, a glint appeared in his eyes. He instantly turned into a long arc and charged towards the place. He was so fast that in just the span of a few breaths, he had already closed in on the eight people fighting against each other.
His level of cultivation was much higher than the eight people's. The instant he closed in, their expressions changed, especially the young man who was activating the altar. His pupils shrank.
Booming sounds instantly echoed in the air. When Su Ming arrived, he stirred up a gust of wind and flung the eight people away. He looked as if he had turned into an afterimage when he appeared on the altar. He lifted his right hand and swung it. Immediately, the young man who was activating the altar immediately coughed up blood and retreated without any hesitation. When he glared at Su Ming with resentment, he saw Su Ming standing on the altar with the jade slip in his left hand and pressing it against it.
The eight people who had been flung away turned their heads around and left in silence. They did not stay for even a moment. Even the young man with the resentment on his face did not say a single word. He immediately left.
When twenty breaths passed, a pillar of light appeared on the altar where Su Ming was. It shot into the sky, and when a sweet fragrance spread out, Su Ming sensed the change in his cultivation base again. A fierce glare appeared in his eyes. When the fragrance disappeared, he turned into a long arc and charged into the distance.
An hour later, Su Ming charged past the activated altars in the first layer. He also tried to Brand the Seven Moons Sect's jade slip on the activated altars, but even though the color of the pillar of light had changed, no sweet fragrance spread out. Su Ming understood that only activating the altars for the first time would have such an effect.
It was as if the spiritual aura that had accumulated in the place for a long period of time would be released once it was activated. It was useless to others, but to Su Ming, it was an incredibly valuable nourishment!
He made some careful calculations. If he activated all one hundred thousand altars, then the aura he absorbed would allow him to form a level of Dao Spirit!
But this was clearly not possible. However … this was just the first layer. There was still the second layer, the third layer … A brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes, and his heart became lively.
I should have caught a cold. I'll go and write the fourth chapter. Today is Thanksgiving Day, and I thank everyone for supporting me and helping me. I can't express my gratitude with words, I can only continue bursting forth to repay you!
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