A glint appeared in the old woman's dark eyes as she stood on Lake of Colors Mountain. She looked at Han Mountain Bell, then at the stone pillars under the Chains of Han Mountain that countless people were staring at in shock.
There was disbelief on Yan Luan's face as she stood by the old woman's side. She had the same guess as the others.
'Could it be … Could it be that he really didn't die?! Or else why wouldn't the stone pillars fall?! '
The old woman fell silent. She looked at the stone pillars and frowned. This was something that she could not understand, which was something that was rarely seen on her.
Due to the dark clouds covering the sky, it was difficult for moonlight to shine down completely. Even though the land was not so dark that one could not see their own fingers, it was still a little dark and blurry. They could still see the Chains of Han Mountain swaying in the wind in midair. The Han Mountain pillars still stood tall and did not show any signs of sinking.
The sound of heavy breathing gradually grew louder in Han Mountain City. All the people, including those who had already left, were also watching with rapt attention.
An indescribable feeling, like the calm before the storm, pressed down on the entire Han Mountain. All the people were waiting at the end of their gazes, waiting for the person who might truly appear under the swaying Chains.
Su Ming did not know that there were so many people waiting for him to appear. He did not even know that he had missed his footing. He was different from what the people saw. At that moment, Su Ming's mind was not muddled. His mind was clear, but what he saw was completely different from what the others saw!
He still saw the Chain of Han Mountain swaying in the wind. He still saw himself with half of his foot on the seventh section of the Chain. He saw Lei Chen's shadow shattering and disappearing before him. That devastating laughter made Su Ming's heart tremble.
He could not tell whether this was his imagination or Lei Chen's, whether this was real or fake. Even if he knew that all of this was just his imagination, Lei Chen's face and his words still made Su Ming's entire body ache uncontrollably.
"He buried me with his own hands …" Su Ming mumbled. He remained silent for a long, long time. He could not hear the thunder in the sky, could not hear the wind and rain howling, could not see the lightning.
He looked at the Chain of Han Mountain. Suddenly, the Chain was no longer connected horizontally in his eyes, but had become vertical. It was as if the world had been turned upside down.
Su Ming quietly lifted his foot and walked forward, but when he felt that he had only taken ten steps forward, fog gathered before him once again, and Su Ming shuddered.
The fog quickly condensed and eventually turned into the figure of a man. This person did not have a right arm and wore a green robe. He stood there in a daze, as if he did not know why he had appeared here. His appearance was extraordinary, and after a brief moment of confusion, his eyes shone with a sharpness like that of a sword.
However, once he saw Su Ming, that fierceness turned into surprise. Then, he frowned, and a dark look appeared on his face.
"Bei Ling …" Su Ming mumbled. He stared blankly at the obviously aged man before him. An indescribable feeling grew in his heart.
"Sir, who are you? Why did you bring me here..? Your … Your presence … Have we met before?" Bei Ling hesitated for a moment. The moment he saw the person before him, he felt an incredibly familiar feeling. That feeling was as if it was carved into his bones, as if it had existed for a long time.
"I am … Su Ming …" Su Ming remained silent for a long while before he spoke in a low voice.
The moment he heard Su Ming's name, a shudder ran through Bei Ling's body. He glared at Su Ming with disbelief and disbelief on his face. It was as if those two words had left an impression on him that he would never be able to forget.
Bei Ling fell silent. Su Ming did not speak either. He could not tell whether this was real or fake. Confusion filled every corner of his body.
He did not know how much time had passed before Bei Ling suddenly laughed coldly. He cast a deep look at Su Ming, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.
"Since when did the great Miao Man Tribe start using the Illusion Berserker Art? Why didn't you turn into other people? Instead, you turned into Su … Ming, this dead person … I don't care which Ancestor of Miao Man Tribe you are, but you shouldn't have turned into Su Ming …
"Su Ming is a member of my tribe. He is the heroic soul of Dark Mountain … You … don't have the right to turn into him!" Bei Ling's last sentence was practically a roar. His face was filled with anger and sorrow. It was as if a scar that had been sealed for a long time had been torn open, causing Bei Ling to lift his left hand swiftly. In an instant, the illusion of a gigantic bow appeared behind him. That bow exuded a presence that could destroy the sky and earth. The moment it appeared, as if an invisible person had drawn the bow, wisps of black mist seeped out from Bei Ling's body and gathered on the bow, turning into a black mist arrow. The moment the bow was drawn, the arrow let out a loud buzzing sound and charged towards Su Ming.
"Bei Ling … big brother …" Su Ming mumbled. His mind was clear. He knew that this was fake … but even if it was fake, he still wanted to see whether the elder would appear after Bei Ling, and whether the woman he had broken his promise with would appear.
The arrow that was charging towards Su Ming stopped abruptly before him, just like Lei Chen's punch. It stopped in its tracks.
"What … What … What did you just say?!" The sorrow on Bei Ling's face deepened. He looked at Su Ming and after a long while, he closed his eyes.
"Thank you for letting me see Su Ming again … I don't care what you're trying to achieve by casting the Illusion of the Berserker Art. I thank you for today …" After a while, Bei Ling opened his eyes. His face had calmed down, and there was a gentle look in his eyes. He looked at Su Ming as if he was looking at his own little brother.
"Su Ming, take care …" Bei Ling turned around abruptly. There seemed to be tears in his eyes. His body gradually walked into the distance, as if he was about to disappear from the world.
"Big brother Bei Ling, is Chen Xin alright..?" At that moment, Su Ming forgot to continuously remind himself that all of this was fake. He looked at Bei Ling walking away and opened his mouth to ask instinctively.
Bei Ling shuddered and stopped for a moment before he turned around abruptly. His breathing quickened as he stared at Su Ming. There was confusion and uncertainty on his face.
Su Ming looked at Bei Ling and reached his right hand into his bosom. When he brought it out, there was a black stone in his hand. That stone was the one he left behind after Dark Mountain's statue of the God of Berserkers shattered!
"Even if all of this is fake … even if it's not real … even if that's the case … even if that's the case … it doesn't matter!" Su Ming lifted his head and held the stone in his hand so that Bei Ling could see it.
The moment he saw the stone, Bei Ling trembled furiously. Shock appeared on his face as he stared at Su Ming blankly.
"You … are really Su Ming …"
"I am," Su Ming said bitterly.
Bei Ling suddenly laughed out loud. His laughter was filled with desolation, filled with a pain that Su Ming did not understand.
"If you're Su Ming, why didn't you come back?! Do you know how long we've waited for you..? How long have we waited for you..? Su Ming, Su Ming … you're not him! " There was sadness on Bei Ling's face. He turned around and gradually left as he laughed forlornly. He disappeared from the Chains of Han Mountain and disappeared from Su Ming's sight.
When Bei Ling disappeared, Su Ming stood there with tears falling from the corners of his eyes … It had been a long time since he cried.
At that moment, tears flowed down his cheeks and fell on the Chains of Han Mountain. They fell into the canyons and disappeared without a trace.
'Chains of Han Mountain … Just what sort of Chain are you? Why did this happen? Are you trying to tell me something..?' Su Ming closed his eyes and only opened them after a long while. He walked forward quietly.
Walking on the Chain was no longer important. Su Ming did not want to guess whether it was real or fake. He did not even care whether it was dangerous. He just wanted to see who else he could see as he walked on the Chain …
He walked forward one step at a time. When Su Ming walked through almost half of the seventh section of the Chain, he saw Wu La, the Head of the Guards, Shan Hen … until he saw the back of a white-haired old man appear in the fog before him.
"Elder …" Su Ming's heart clenched in pain. The moment the old man turned around and he was about to see him clearly, his vision suddenly blurred. The whine of a sword echoed in his head. At the same time, there were also waves of anxious divine thoughts crashing into his mind. Those divine thoughts came from He Feng, who had been startled awake by the threat of death.
"Master! Master, wake up! "
"Master! Y-Y-You … If you don't wake up, we're going to die together! Damn you, you bastard! Why aren't you waking up?!
If you're going to die, at least let me go first! I … I … "He Feng looked as if he had gone mad as his divine thoughts roared anxiously.
The Qi in Su Ming's body did not circulate, as if it was being suppressed. However, the small virescent sword hidden within the opened path of blood was letting out a buzzing sound that only he could hear. That buzzing sound grew stronger and it stimulated Su Ming's mind, causing him to snap out of his trance in the midst of the danger of falling.
At the instant he woke up, a life-threatening sense of danger rose in his heart and washed away everything before him. It was as if the world he saw had shattered into pieces. Once it disappeared, what appeared before Su Ming was endless darkness and his falling body.
He was truly awake now.
The moment he regained his senses, Su Ming suddenly understood. It did not matter whether what he saw was real or fake. In truth, this was the scene that remained in his mind when he was walking on the seventh section of the Chain and when he fell from the Chain.
'Did I fail..? I still haven't seen the elder!' Su Ming's body continued descending. The canyon was very long. He could feel the wind howling around him, and his body was rapidly getting closer to the bottom.
He Feng was roaring in panic and fear. The sword whines were like thunder echoing in his head.
'No wonder those who fail to challenge the Chain rarely survive … The Chains of Han Mountain are very strange. They can suppress the movement of Qi and make a person lose consciousness. The only outcome for them is death. It's clear that it's difficult for others to save them because the suppression of Qi is targeted at everyone. Besides Han Fei Zi's preparations in the past, He Feng also relied on luck.' Su Ming calmed down and continued falling. He might not know how far he was from the bottom, but the force of impact and the growing sense of danger was enough to tell Su Ming that his time of death was rapidly approaching. (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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