'The second Berserker Mark. This child has indeed sensed it!' The old man sucked in a deep breath as the snow fell from the sky. Anticipation appeared in his eyes as he looked at the ground.
'His first Mark is the Sky Mark, and his second is the Snow Mark. This snow comes from the sky and returns to the ground. It's located between the sky and the earth. This Mark … is very rare!
'The Mark of the Berserker Tribe is connected to the soul and the body. If there's no unique serendipity, most of them are normal. This child's first Mark is the moon. That moon is not cold, but fire. It can be seen that the fire moon has a great influence on his life!
'That's why he sensed … the fire moon when he Transcended.
'As for the second Berserker Mark he sensed, the chill of snow melting … it definitely did not appear out of thin air. There … there's … emotion within it …' The old man mumbled in silence. A glint appeared in his eyes and he stared at the two indistinct figures in the snow on the mountain. He watched them holding hands as if they were walking in the wind and snow, lingering for a long time.
'The Mark of the Moon was born due to an encounter, and the Mark of the Snow Mark was born due to love … If this child fulfills my requirements and becomes my disciple … then it will be my fortune, and also his serendipity!' The old man sucked in a deep breath and pressed his right hand against the center of his brows. His expression was grave.
'The Eternal Creation Art can no longer be fused into this child's Transcendence meditations. Oh well, he's worthy of me releasing one of my seals!' The old man mumbled. A blue light suddenly shone on his right index finger, which was pressed against the center of his brows. That light instantly covered the old man's entire body, causing the sea of blood behind him to turn into a sea of blue blood. Even the stone statue within it started shining with a strange blue light.
As the blue light surged through the world, quite a large amount of the snow falling from the sky was dyed red. The old man lifted his right hand and pointed at the ground.
"Ancient Berserker Words, Eternal Creation! Chin, Chin, Chin! " The old man growled. The moment he spoke, the world trembled, and an illusory world appeared out of nowhere, causing overlapping shadows to appear in a circular area of hundreds of lis around the area. The world started distorting.
A vast amount of power spread out from the old man's body, and a strange totem appeared on his face. That totem was made up of three strange pictures!
The first picture was carved on his chin. It looked like cracks on a turtle's shell and was filled with blue light.
The second pattern was the head of a two-horned bull, which appeared between the old man's eyebrows.
The third image was that of a withered old tree. It climbed across the old man's face, causing his face to appear shockingly terrifying.
Each of the three images had a sword piercing through it. The three swords were originally dark, but now one of them was emitting a resplendent blue light.
Su Ming sat cross-legged in the cave in the depths of the mountain covered in snow. His entire body was covered in frost, and there were also layers of ice crystals spreading around him. He did not move, but there was a hint of loneliness and solitude on his face.
As the lake disappeared, the world in Su Ming's eyes was replaced by a gigantic mirror. That mirror was completely formed by ice, and it was an ice mirror.
He stood before the mirror and saw his own reflection. As he looked at the mirror, Su Ming heard a whisper calling out to him. That call seemed to have swept up his soul, causing his consciousness to slowly fuse into the mirror …
When he woke up, he saw a vast expanse of snow before his eyes. His surroundings gave him a vague sense of familiarity.
It was different from when he saw the moon in the lake previously. Right now, Su Ming could see his own body. It was as if this was not an illusion in the mirror, but something real.
Su Ming walked forward quietly with a hint of confusion in his eyes. The snow was heavy and covered the sky, causing him to be unable to see the stars in the night sky. He could only see the snow that was practically connected to each other before his eyes. It was as if a veil of snow had covered his sight and blocked off the distance between them.
Su Ming walked forward quietly as he looked at the snow. Gradually, he felt that everything around him was becoming more and more familiar. When a giggle that sounded like silver bells traveled forth leisurely from the distance, Su Ming immediately started trembling. He lifted his head abruptly and looked in the direction where the laughter came from.
'This is …' Su Ming's heart trembled. He stomped on the ground, and as snow flew everywhere, he rose into the air. In midair, Su Ming saw a city that was not too big in the snow in the distance. It looked like a resting place of a ferocious beast in the night …
'Wind Stream … Mudstone City …'
He could see a large amount of invisible ripples spreading out behind the city. Su Ming could vaguely see that there was a sealed mountain within the ripples.
When he saw that, Su Ming trembled even more. He turned around slowly and looked in another direction.
That was the direction of the forest. From this height, he could vaguely see a mountain with five summits that looked like a finger behind the vast forest!
'Dark Mountain …'
Time passed by slowly. He did not know how much time had passed by. When the giggles that sounded like silver bells appeared once again and seemed to be getting closer, Su Ming snapped out of his daze. He did not know when, but there were two trails of tears on his face.
'Am I home..?' Su Ming lowered his head in anguish and saw a girl coming towards him from the distance on the snow on the ground, laughing happily.
Behind the girl, Su Ming saw an idiotic boy. There was happiness on his face, but there was also indignation as he chased after the girl.
Laughter echoed in the air, and there was a hint of carefreeness in it. When the boy caught up to the girl, he started frolicking in the snow …
Su Ming watched all of this quietly. He looked at the boy's naivety, at his carefreeness, at his bright eyes, and at his scarless face.
He was also looking at the girl. The girl was filled with wild beauty. Her sparkling eyes were filled with an intoxicating dream.
'Is it a dream..?' Su Ming's heart clenched in pain. He slowly descended from the sky and stood beside the boy and girl. He looked at the familiar people before him sitting in the snow holding each other's hands and saying words he was familiar with.
He could see them.
But they could not see him.
"Su Ming, what do you think we'll be like ten years later..? Will we still be as carefree as before..?"
"Are you still angry?"
"Don't be angry."
"I'm not angry."
"Ten years later, we'll definitely still be as carefree as before … And at that time, my level of cultivation will be very high. It'll definitely be very high!"
"The elder told me yesterday that I'll be in Wind Stream Tribe in the future. I'll be the same as Ye Wang. I'll be trained by the Elder of Wind Stream … Perhaps in ten years, I'll be close to Transcendence."
The boy's fantasizing words reached his ears, and Su Ming quietly sat down beside the girl. As he looked at her, a gentle look gradually appeared in his eyes. After a long while, the boys stood up, and in the midst of joyous laughter, the boy carried the girl on his back. With a shy expression, she buried her head in the boy's back, and the two of them left into the distance.
"Silly boy …" the girl mumbled softly. Su Ming did not hear her clearly in the past, but now that he was standing by the side, he heard it.
It was as if he could not control his own body. He followed the boy and the girl to Wind Stream's mudstone city in the snow.
He stood on the street and saw the boy sweeping away the snow on his body. He saw the shy smile on the girl's face.
"Su Ming … Seven days later is a very important day for me … In the past, I was with my grandmother on that day … This year, I hope that I can be with you … Okay?"
"This is a promise …"
When Su Ming heard those words once again in his current state, the pain in his heart reached its peak. It made his face turn pale and he staggered a step backwards. In his anguish, he clutched his chest and dug his fingers into it, as if he wanted to stop his pained heart from beating so that he would no longer be in pain.
He stood there quietly with a complicated look on his face. That complicated look was a clear sign that he was mourning in sorrow.
"This is a promise. Seven days later, no matter where I am, no matter what I'm doing, I'll definitely go and find you …" Su Ming mumbled. He said the same words as the boy by his side. Not a single word was different, but the meaning behind these two sentences was different because of the vicissitudes of life and the passage of time.
As he mumbled, Su Ming looked at the girl running back to her house in Dark Dragon Tribe with a red face and bashfulness on her face. He looked at the blissful boy walking in another direction with a silly smile on his face.
Su Ming's smile eventually fell silent. It turned into a sigh that surrounded the world. It was just like the scene in the past. No one knew who was the one who was sighing …
"So I was the one sighing …" Su Ming lifted his head and looked at the sky before closing his eyes.
When he opened his eyes once again, he was no longer in the world in the mirror. He was standing outside the ice mirror, and there was a white flower in the mirror.
The flower was like snow. It was white and contained a spirit within it.
The whispers came from the flower in the mirror. It was as if everything Su Ming saw just now was just a brief moment of absent-mindedness before the mirror.
There was an indistinct figure behind the flower in the mirror. At that moment, the figure gradually became clearer. Su Ming could see that it was a man with a head full of white hair.
The man's body was filled with coldness. His white hair fluttered in the wind. There were no scars on his face, but he looked incredibly similar to Su Ming. His eyes were cold as he stared at Su Ming in the mirror.
There was a mark of a snowflake at the center of his brows. He was dressed in white, and when his gaze met Su Ming's, Su Ming saw mercilessness.
"Because of mercilessness, there is no heart. Because of no heart, there is cold … Because of being able to turn cold, there is the coldest chill in the world … Because of mercilessness, heartless, and turning cold, there is Dao!
"Place your love in the mirror. When you turn around, do not take it with you …" The whispers were faintly discernible. Su Ming could not tell if they were hallucinations or if he really heard them. The man in white continued staring at Su Ming coldly, as if he was waiting for his choice.
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