He waited outside the tent for a long time before he was told that he could enter. Only then did he enter the tent respectfully. An hour later, he left the tent respectfully with an ecstatic look on his face.
There were two people sitting in the purple tent. Both of them were old men with grizzled hair, but their eyes were bright and full of expression. In front of them was a very ordinary, empty bottle.
One of them was an old man in white robes. He held a medicinal pill between his fingers and looked at it for a while. Then, a glint appeared in his eyes, along with surprise and hesitation.
He fell into deep thought for a moment before he brought the medicinal pill to his nose and sniffed it. He closed his eyes and opened them after a long while.
"It's just as he said. It does have an unbelievable effect! I've been in Wind Stream Tribe for many years and I've never seen this kind of medicine. By the looks of it, it doesn't look like an ancient medicine. There's no sign of age on it. It must have been created not too long ago!
Just what is this..? "
"It's a pity that a long time has passed. That Fallen Berserker is not someone we should provoke, or else we'd be able to find out where this item came from," the other old man said slowly.
"Don't act recklessly. The person who can bring out this treasure is either a Berserker at the highest level of the Blood Solidification Realm or a Fallen Berserker in the False Dust Realm. Brother Curse, I'll take this back to the tribe. Perhaps the Elder of Wind Stream Tribe will recognize it." As the old man in white spoke, he carefully placed the medicinal pill into the small bottle. With a wave of his right hand, the small bottle disappeared without a trace.
"That's how it should be." The old man nodded his head.
"This item is too important. I'll take my leave first. If I have any results, I'll come back and tell you." The old man in white stood up and wrapped his fist in his palm towards the old man named Curse. He quickly walked out of the purple tent and with one step, his body instantly twisted and turned into a layer of white mist that charged into the sky. Very soon, he disappeared without a trace.
When the sky gradually brightened, there was a large tribe located in a vast grassland some distance away from the square. The tribe was so big that it was like a city. There were six other tribes that were similar to Dark Mountain Tribe surrounding it. Right in the middle of the tribe was a gigantic city made of mud!
The city was majestic, and it looked like a huge beast had descended upon the land. There were more than thousands of people in the city, and it was not something that Dark Mountain Tribe could compare to.
As for the six tribes outside the mud city, they were directly affiliated to Wind Stream Tribe. Some of them were directly conquered by Wind Stream Tribe, while some of them came to Wind Stream Tribe to seek protection due to some accident. In the end, they became a part of Wind Stream Tribe.
Wind Stream Tribe was a middle-sized tribe, but they were one of the weaker ones among the middle-sized tribes. After all, the area around Dark Mountain was considered to be a rather remote place among the Berserker Tribe. Yet it was precisely because of this that Wind Stream Tribe became the ruler of the area. They ruled over the area and received tributes from countless smaller tribes. They were also the only tribe member who had connections to those who were of a higher level.
At that moment, when the sun rose slightly in the distance, a white fog rushed over. It gathered outside the mud city and turned into an old man in a white robe.
The old man's face was grave as he immediately walked into the mud city. Along the way, all the people from Wind Stream Tribe that he ran into would stop and bow to him respectfully.
At the center of the mud city was an altar that was completely black. The altar was in the shape of a pentagon and was about 100 feet tall. There were pictures of birds and beasts carved on it, and it gave off a primitive feeling.
The old man in white stood respectfully under the altar. After a while, a gentle voice traveled from the altar.
"Shi Hai, what is it?"
The old man in white took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice, "Elder, I found a medicine I've never seen before in Chu Ran's square. This medicine has unbelievable effects …"
"Oh? Let me have a look. "The gentle voice from the altar traveled into the air.
The old man in white lifted his right hand and a flash of light appeared on his palm. Immediately, a small bottle appeared. The small bottle seemed to be guided by some mysterious force and floated up slowly towards the altar.
It was quiet around them. Only the moaning of the wind could be heard occasionally, causing the old man in white's robes to flutter. He stood there, unmoving, waiting quietly.
After a while, the gentle voice traveled into the air again. However, this time, there was a hint of surprise in it!
"There's only one of this?"
"Only one," the old man in white immediately answered.
"I've never seen this medicine before … There's a structure in this medicine that I don't understand … and it's clear that it was just created not too long ago … Who went to the square to trade for it?" There was a hint of seriousness in the gentle voice.
"It was a Fallen Berserker," the old man in white whispered.
"Find him. Use everything you have to find him! Tell him to join Wind Stream Tribe and I'll give him the status of a guest! "The gentle voice traveled into the air.
The old man in white took a deep breath and obeyed respectfully. Even if he knew that the medicine was extraordinary, he did not expect that the Elder would want to make this person a guest of Wind Stream Tribe. The status of a guest was extremely high. Besides the tribe leader and the Elder, the other guests had the same status as the leaders of the tribe.
As the old man in white left, the order was carried out by the entire Wind Stream Tribe. It was as if they had cast a huge net to search for the Fallen Berserker!
At that moment, Su Ming was in his own house in Dark Mountain Tribe. He had made his decision. On the second morning, he left the tribe alone. He entered the forest and ran towards Black Flame Mountain.
With familiarity, Su Ming leapt through the forest. Ever since he reached the second level of the Blood Solidification Realm, his agility and speed had increased by quite a bit. Even Lei Chen had to use all his strength to barely keep up with him. Now that he was in the familiar forest, Su Ming's speed increased. By noon, he had already arrived at the foot of Black Flame Mountain.
With one leap, he climbed up Black Flame Mountain. Once he returned to his cave for quenching herbs, Su Ming put down the basket on his back. There were a lot of herbs in it. They were all prepared for the quenching of herbs.
Xiao Hong was not in the cave. It must have gone out to play. Su Ming looked around the cave. Once he was certain that there was nothing wrong, he sat down cross-legged on the ground and focused on circulating the blood in his body. As the 10 blood veins flashed, his body reached its peak condition, both inside and outside of his body.
Su Ming even had a feeling that he was about to reach a breakthrough. It was as if the 11th blood vein was about to manifest.
'When the elder helped me with the true Berserker's Awakening, he said that I would be able to reach the third level soon … It hasn't been long and I can feel that I have more Qi … The Ancient Berserker Arts are amazing.' Su Ming opened his eyes. There was a flash in his eyes. In his mind, he remembered the day when he was covered in black filth.
'I might as well stop quenching herbs for now and reach the second level in one go!' Su Ming fell into a moment of pensive silence before he brought out an item from his bosom. It was the Sky Stone. He cast a glance at the herb and swallowed a Scattering Dust, then plucked one of the leaves from the herb and swallowed it.
He closed his eyes and meditated once again. After a while, Su Ming's body was drenched in sweat. The 11th blood vein was about to manifest.
After a few hours, a muffled sound came from within Su Ming's body. The 11th blood vein manifested and an even stronger Qi erupted from within Su Ming's body.
Su Ming opened his eyes. There was a bright glow in them.
"The third level of the Blood Solidification Realm!" He stood up as he mumbled to himself. His face was filled with excitement. He stretched his body and took the herbs in his hands. He started the process of quenching Mountain Spirit according to the method in his memory.
Su Ming was no longer as ignorant as he was a few months ago. He was very familiar with the method of quenching herbs. He was even more experienced in using the fire in the area. As the temperature increased, Su Ming took off his leather clothes and stood beside the stone cauldron. Sometimes, he would sniff the herbs and sometimes, he would crush them with his hands and throw them into the cauldron.
Time passed by without him noticing. The sky darkened and the forest became quiet. Even the sounds of the birds and beasts became so weak that they could barely be heard.
As the sky darkened, the moon hung high in the sky. However, the moon that night was different from usual. The color of the moon was much redder. At first glance, it looked as if there was a blood moon in the sky.
This strange phenomenon seemed to have turned into a strange aura that enveloped the land. It was especially so for the area around Dark Mountain. The sounds of the birds and beasts disappeared. Even the weak cries stopped abruptly. It was as if they did not dare to make a sound.
Within the forest at the foot of Black Flame Mountain, a red blur flashed past. That red blur was the little monkey. Its face was grave and its eyes were filled with caution. Occasionally, it would lift its head to look at the red moon and panic would appear on its face.
As it moved forward, it hesitated for a moment. It did not know that Su Ming had already returned. It immediately changed its direction and no longer headed towards Black Flame Mountain. In a flash, it disappeared into the forest and hid itself.
As the sky darkened, the color of the moon became brighter. Eventually, the entire Dark Mountain seemed to be dyed red.
At that moment, a faint roar came from within Dark Mountain. As time passed, the roar became more and more intense. In the end, it even spread out of Dark Mountain.
The cries seemed to be filled with endless hatred. When it entered the ears of the people, it would make their hearts tremble. It was as if their souls were about to be shaken. If they listened to the cries for a long time, they would feel as if their blood was boiling. It would make them feel fear.
The cries echoed in the sky and seemed to resonate with the blood red moon in the sky. It caused the entire Dark Mountain to be enveloped in a strange and mysterious atmosphere.
That night, the three tribes near Dark Mountain were all on high alert. The normal members of Dark Mountain Tribe had all returned to their houses under the protection of the tribe's Berserkers. They did not go out unless absolutely necessary. All the Berserkers were also personally led by the tribe leader to protect the tribe.
The elder stood at the highest point of the tribe. It was a platform made of giant wood. He held a black bone staff in his hands and looked into the distance. There was a hint of worry in his eyes.
He had noticed Su Ming leaving, but he did not expect that today would be the night of the blood moon that would appear once every three years. The blood moon this time was also clearly several months earlier than usual. This strange phenomenon made him even more surprised and bewildered.
"Fire!" After a long while, the elder suddenly spoke. Immediately, the tribesmen who had surrounded the giant wooden platform took out torches and placed them under the giant wooden platform, causing it to instantly burn. The elder was inside, and it was as if he was in a sea of fire, but his expression was calm as he mumbled a strange incantation.
It was not only Dark Mountain Tribe. At that moment, in another direction, a similar scene appeared in Dark Dragon Tribe as well. The elder of Dark Dragon Tribe wore a loose robe and his hair was disheveled. It was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman. He held the skull of a strange beast with a single horn in his hand. He raised it high above his head and a piercing sound came from his mouth.
Not far away from the tribe members of Dark Dragon Tribe stood a beautiful girl. Her face was pale as she lifted her head to look at the blood red moon in the sky.
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