A shudder ran through Su Ming's body and a roar immediately rang out in his head. That voice was incredibly ancient, as if it contained an endless amount of time. It was as if it had been floating in the river of time for countless years, as if it was echoing within his soul.
It made Su Ming's heart tremble, and at that moment, confusion appeared in his eyes.
The hoarse and ancient voice turned into an endless echo in his head and spread through his entire body. It was as if a layer of ripples was spreading out from Su Ming's body, causing him to freeze.
"You … are … finally … here …"
"Han Mountain's ancestor!" Su Ming's expression immediately changed. Fortunately, he was wearing the mask and had his head lowered, so no one noticed his abnormality. The voice continued echoing in Su Ming's head, and eventually, like thunder, it made Su Ming's face turn pale. It was as if he had entered a nightmare.
"Sir Mo Su?" Dong Fang Hua's nervous voice came from beside Su Ming. Dong Fang Hua was the first to notice Su Ming's abnormality. The moment Su Ming stepped onto the red ground, he stood there unmoving, as if he had frozen.
"It's nothing … The ground in the tunnel is a little strange." Su Ming took a deep breath and walked forward on the red ground. Before him, Nan Tian and the others also turned their heads around to look at Su Ming with puzzled expressions.
Nan Tian narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Ming carefully. He did not quite believe Su Ming's words, but he could not find any clues.
"It's your first time here, brother Mo. It's only natural that you find it strange. The deeper we go into the tunnel, the redder the ground becomes, as if it's dyed in blood.
If we're in the tomb of Han Mountain's ancestor, then it'll be even more so. "As Nan Tian spoke, he turned around and continued walking forward.
Dong Fang Hua followed by Su Ming's side. His heart pounded against his chest. He was the closest to Su Ming just now, that was why he could sense something that Nan Tian and the others did not. During that instant just now, he seemed to have seen Su Ming's hair floating without wind. The mask on his face also changed in a strange manner. He could not describe what it was, but it was as if the mask had suddenly come to life.
He did not dare say anything. He just followed beside Su Ming and moved forward carefully.
Su Ming remained silent along the way. He did not need to ask. Based on Dong Fang Hua, Nan Tian, Xuan Lun, and the others' expressions, he could tell that they had not heard the ancient voice just now. He was the only one who had heard it.
Su Ming could vaguely feel a faint calling to him coming from the end of the tunnel. As he got closer, that calling became stronger.
'Han Mountain's ancestor really isn't dead. That voice must be his, but why did he say.. finally..?' Su Ming clenched his right fist tightly. His nails dug deep into his palm, and it hurt.
But this pain, compared to the bewilderment brought about by the huge mystery in his heart, made him feel even more that he really existed.
He needs pain, to make himself not empty.
He did not want to think about Han Cang Zi's pitiful and complicated gaze. He did not want to think about why Nan Tian did not mention that the God of Berserkers had sealed the Fire Berserkers with the Eternal Creation Art.
He didn't want to think about the words' finally 'in that ancient voice …
"What the hell is happening to me?! Just what have I forgotten in my memories?! I didn't forget anything, but … "Su Ming clenched his fists even tighter.
It was just as Nan Tian had said. As they moved forward, the red on the ground became brighter. By the end, it was so red that it was terrifying, as if they were walking on a frozen sea of blood.
Nan Tian might have come here many times, but every single time he walked on the red ground, he would feel uncontrollably terrified. Even if he knew that there was no danger in the tunnel, he still could not help but pay full attention and be on high alert.
Behind him, Chou Nu's face was pale. His heart pounded against his chest. The red on the ground made him feel irritated, but he could still hold it in.
Xuan Lun was the same as Su Ming. This was their first time here. He looked at the red and tried not to look at it, but once they were some distance away, he still could not ignore the bright red on the ground. As he looked at it, a ferocious expression appeared on his face. Vaguely, he could see the faces of the countless people he had killed on the ground, and they were letting out shrill cries filled with hatred towards him.
Xuan Lun let out a cold harrumph. He was not bothered by it. He was cruel by nature and had killed far too many people in his life. He decided in his heart that he would see just how many illusions would appear on this path.
"All of you will have to calm your blood and focus your minds on this path … This path will not cause any physical harm to us. The strange thing about it is that different illusions will appear in everyone's eyes, but they won't be strong. I've gone through it many times. I'll just have to bear with it." Nan Tian's voice seemed to have traveled through mountains and rivers as it floated towards them.
A smile appeared on Dong Fang Hua's face. That smile was filled with pride, and there was also a hint of obsession within it. He walked past Su Ming and took a huge step forward. As he looked at the red on the ground, his smile grew wider.
He saw himself successfully reaching the Transcendence Realm on the red ground. He saw himself successfully refining the thirteenth piece of his spine and turning it into a real Berserker Bone, then he broke through the barrier and reached the Berserker Soul Realm.
He saw himself standing between heaven and earth and laughing towards the sky after he reached the Berserker Soul Realm. He saw countless Berserkers kneeling on the ground and worshiping him. These people were looking at him respectfully. They were looking at him, Dong Fang Hua, forming his own statue of the God of Berserkers the moment he reached the Berserker Soul Realm!
Su Ming walked forward quietly. There was a dazed look in his eyes. As he continued moving forward, the red on the ground made him see the familiar tribe and the familiar Dark Mountain.
He saw Lei Chen smiling in a simple and honest manner. He saw Liu Di leaning against the side of the house with his eyes closed as he played a mournful xun song.
He saw Chen Xin holding Bei Ling's hand with a sweet smile on her face. Bei Ling had his back turned towards him. There was wind blowing at his hair …
He saw Wu La. She was not a very pretty girl. Her face was covered in blood as she fell into his arms and mumbled Mo Su's name.
He saw the little girl holding Pipi. She blinked and whispered in his ears with a childish voice, "Big brother Su Ming, Tong Tong has a secret. I'll tell you once you come back."
He saw the elder …
He saw Bai Ling standing alone in the snow … He saw Bai Ling's hair slowly turning white. He saw the beast fang she held in her hands. The snow and wind were strong and blocked his vision, but it could not stop Su Ming from seeing the tears on Bai Ling's face.
As he watched, Su Ming bit his lip. All of this beauty and sadness were revealed on the red ground. At that moment, Su Ming suddenly shuddered. He saw a black hand descending from the sky on the ground, and with a swing, those familiar people and everything he was familiar with were reduced to shreds.
Behind the shreds was a dark void, and within that void was a pair of eyes.
Those eyes were looking at him coldly. There was a merciless look in those eyes, as if there was no emotion in the world contained within them. The only thing that existed was the aloofness of a ruler.
"You disappoint me … greatly …"
Su Ming's heart trembled. An anxiety he had never felt before rose within him, causing him to snap out of his daze. The path was still the same, and the ground under his feet was still red.
Nan Tian stood there with his eyes closed, unmoving. His expression was strange. Sometimes he would smile, sometimes his face would contort, and sometimes he would be incredibly pleased with himself. It was as if he was enjoying his own scheming.
Xuan Lun leaned against the wall with a ferocious look on his face. There was a hint of cruelty on his face, but there was also a hint of helplessness.
Chou Nu knelt on the ground, panting harshly. There was a fierce glint in his eyes, as if he was extremely angry, but there was also a hint of cowardice in that anger.
Dong Fang Hua looked as if he had gone mad. He kept pacing back and forth with his arms spread wide open, laughing loudly. There was a satisfied and boastful look on his face. He was immersed in his own world and did not want to wake up.
As he looked at these people, Su Ming had an urge. If he attacked at that moment, he could easily kill all of them, including Xuan Lun and Nan Tian.
'Nan Tian wouldn't allow himself to fall into a hopeless situation, but he's lost his consciousness and immersed in this state … He's been here many times, he wouldn't make this mistake …
'If that's the case, then he's either doing this on purpose, or … something that even he doesn't know about has happened in this place.' Su Ming closed his eyes and remembered the ancient voice in his head when he entered the red ground.
He also remembered the things he saw when he was in the illusion of the red ground, and eventually, he saw a pair of aloof eyes in the darkness, along with the words spoken in the distance.
'Is the change here because of my arrival..? Han Mountain's ancestor, why did you do this..?' Su Ming opened his eyes and looked before him. This was the end of the tunnel. Before him was a smooth stone wall. There were numerous ravines on it, forming complicated pictures.
Waves of dark light spread out from the stone wall. When Su Ming looked at it, he could feel a powerful force blocking off the stone wall.
"This should be a corner of the seal," Su Ming mumbled. He swept his gaze past Chou Nu, Dong Fang Hua, Nan Tian, and Xuan Lun. He had a feeling that there was something hidden within their expressions and actions.
'They're the same as me. They saw their own pictures on the red ground …'
Su Ming fell silent. The thing that left the deepest impression in his mind was the pair of aloof eyes and the words he saw at the end of the pictures he saw.
"You … disappoint me …" There was not a hint of emotion in those words. They were as cold as ice that would never melt.
'Why did those words and that gaze appear in my picture..? Why did I feel so nervous when I heard those words …? So nervous … and scared …?' Su Ming did not choose to kill. Instead, he stood there and looked at Dong Fang Hua first. He watched as Dong Fang Hua walked back and forth, and the prideful look on his face was clear.
'We see different things, but our experiences are the same. Perhaps I can find the answer from them …'
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