'How can a Berserker like you understand the Way of Runes of the Immortals? This place is no longer a four-layered Dimensional Seal, there's still half a layer here!' Su Ming's vision blurred. When it became clear, he found himself in a dark place. This was a mountain cave. There was no light around him and he could only see a little.
'Hurry up and send me home. I've yet to recover from my grave injuries. I've given up on my real body and only have this clone left. I won't be able to last for long. Once my real body dies and I haven't left, I'll also die!
'Only when my clone leaves the land of Berserkers will I be able to cut off my connection with my real body under the different laws of the Immortals. Only then will I be able to survive.' Heavy panting came from beside Su Ming. Han Kong had a death grip on Su Ming's shoulders. His face was only seven inches away from Su Ming's. He stared into Su Ming's eyes, and there was madness and anxiety in his eyes. At that moment, he was about to fall into despair. He no longer had his previous calmness.
Su Ming remained silent for a moment before he spoke languidly. "I can't send you back."
"I'll say it one more time. Send me back!" Han Kong roared and grabbed Su Ming's shoulders. Killing intent appeared on his face.
"If you don't believe me, then you can Possess me and look through my memories to see whether I'm lying to you …" Su Ming's face was calm as he looked at Han Kong. This was his goal!
When he was at the end of the tunnel and beyond the stone wall, he had come to understand many things. He was uncertain as to whether some of his memories had truly disappeared. He could not ignore these things. He wanted to understand everything.
However, Su Ming knew that with his current level of cultivation, it was impossible for him to know what had happened to him. That was why he remembered Han Mountain's ancestor and remembered what He Feng said … Possession!
There was one thing about Possession. During the process, he could forcefully look through a person's memories!
What He Feng could not do, Su Ming believed that Han Mountain's ancestor could do.
'I want to know why there was pity in Han Cang Zi's eyes.. I want to know why Nan Tian didn't mention the Fire Berserker Tribe being slaughtered by the God of Berserkers.. I want to know why the aloof gaze that appeared on the red path and why those words made me nervous and scared …
'I want to know if my memories really disappeared, then when did they happen …
I want to know what happened in the memory that disappeared …
'I want to know whether everything about the elder and Dark Mountain was just a dream …' Su Ming closed his eyes, then opened them abruptly and looked at the panting Han Kong with a ferocious expression.
"Help me. Tell me what's missing from my memories. Also, tell yourself why I don't have a way to send you back to your hometown. Also, prove that I'm not lying to you.
"Help me … tell me … who I am …" Su Ming said softly, and determination appeared in his eyes.
Han Kong stared at Su Ming. He did not know why, but under Su Ming's gaze, an indescribable hint of wariness rose in his heart. He was wary of Su Ming's calmness at that moment. He was also wary of the fact that he had never encountered anyone who would help him Possess him in his life.
"Simple possession and soul searching won't give you complete memories, only scattered fragments … Since you won't send me back, and since you're asking me to possess you, I'll help you this once!
"This clone of mine was created from a Berserker. This person already possessed the power of the Berserker Tribe's Bone Sacrifice Realm when he was alive. If you really want me to help you, then I can only refine you into my clone!
"If I die, then you die with me. If you don't die, then it's your serendipity. I'll fulfill your wish!" Han Kong had lived for a long time. There was no way he would not be able to see the mysteries of this place, but he no longer had time … A hint of hatred appeared in Han Kong's eyes. He had waited for 8,000 years, but this was the result he got in return. He could not go home, could not go back to his hometown.
In fact, he could die at any moment. Once his real self died in the world outside, he would not be able to survive either. Instead of dying like this, it would be better for him to refine this Destiny who had given him hope and crushed his hope into his clone. Then when they died together, no matter what, he would be able to see all of the other's memories.
Without waiting for Su Ming to nod his head in agreement, Han Kong lifted his right hand and pressed it against his abdomen. His entire body trembled, and with a bang, he turned into a ball of blood mist before Su Ming.
The blood mist dyed Su Ming's entire body. A golden light flashed in the mist, and a small golden humanoid the size of a palm rushed out of the mist and charged towards the center of Su Ming's brows. That small humanoid was Han Kong, but its strength could not compare to He Feng's.
That small humanoid had already gained physical form. It was not a Spirit Body, but a Nascent Divinity that was above the Spirit Nascent Soul! There was a golden spine within its body!
That spine may have been dull in color, but it exuded a savage presence. This item was the first bone in the body of a powerful Berserker in the Bone Sacrifice Realm, the Atavism Bone!
Things were slightly different from Su Ming's predictions, but the end result was still the same. He did not fight back. He looked at the incoming Han Kong's Nascent Divinity and closed his eyes.
'There are very few things in the world that can be taken care of. Because there are wrongs, then there will be wrongs. I'll take this gamble!'
The moment he closed his eyes, Han Kong's Nascent Divinity touched the center of Su Ming's brows and crawled into him in an instant, disappearing without a trace. The moment it disappeared, Su Ming's body started trembling furiously. Pain appeared on the face hidden under the mask.
That pain was much stronger than when He Feng Possessed him. In fact, it could not even be compared. It was like the difference between heaven and earth. Not only was his body in pain, he also felt as if there were countless bone needles crawling into his pores. He also felt as if his mind was being crushed by a mountain range.
Drops of blood flowed down Su Ming's masked face under the intense pain. That was the blood flowing out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth!
The pain was indescribable, but Su Ming did not roar, neither did he descend into madness. He sat there cross-legged, and the calmness in his eyes was that of a still well.
He endured the pain silently and sensed that it did not matter whether it was Han Kong's Possession or the creation of his clone, he endured everything calmly.
His vision became blurry, and he returned to the place he had been before. It was a world covered by a vast amount of fog, and there was only an empty space of 100 something feet.
Su Ming was still that weak ball of darkness floating in the air. The familiar feeling and the thought of planning made Su Ming not tremble, neither was he afraid. He looked at Han Kong's Nascent Divinity, which was shining with a piercing golden light that made him feel as if he was about to melt.
Compared to Su Ming, Han Kong's Nascent Divinity was several dozens of feet tall. When it descended, the empty space of 100 something feet around Su Ming started trembling, as if it could not withstand the pressure and was about to crumble.
The piercing golden light and the tall figure made Su Ming feel as if he was in the middle of a raging wolf and could be destroyed at any moment before he could even get close.
'What kind of mind is this..? There's so much fog!' Once Han Kong saw his surroundings clearly, shock immediately appeared on the face of his Nascent Divinity. He understood what this meant. He looked at Su Ming with a complicated look in his eyes.
"I'll fulfill your wish!" The moment Han Kong said those words, his gigantic Nascent Divinity opened its mouth wide and sucked in a breath in Su Ming's direction. Immediately, the ball of darkness that was Su Ming charged towards Han Kong.
He might have been devoured, but this was still Su Ming's mind. He could still see the fog before him rapidly thinning, and his memories of coming to the Land of South Morning were rapidly fading away …
"Will I be able to see it this time..?" Su Ming mumbled.
It was already the end of the month. There were only a few hours left. The number of votes was no longer important. It was a good month for him to write his own book and understand his own Dao.
This chapter has 2,000 words. Please forgive me. It will be released tomorrow, and the first chapter will be updated at dawn. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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