The sky in the land of the Shamans was vast. Not too far away from Sky Mist Barrier was the edge of the land of the Shamans. The ground was covered in blood. Even when wind blew past the land, it could not blow away the stench of blood.
A Golden Roc that was about 10,000 feet big floated in the sky. Around it were hundreds of ferocious beasts lying prone, not daring to move, as if they were waiting for the Golden Roc's orders.
The Golden Roc had its eyes closed. On its back was an old man with his eyes closed. He was sitting cross-legged, and his purple robes looked as if they were dyed in dried blood in the wind.
Tian Xie Zi had already waited for a day and a half here. He would wait for another day and a half for his fourth disciple, Su Ming, to return.
This was a trial, and also a test for Su Ming.
"It doesn't matter whether you get through the first change of heart, you are still my disciple. As long as you live, then one day, you will have the chance to get through the change of heart.
"But … during Sky Mist Shaman Hunt, the living will leave, and the dead will return …" Tian Xie Zi mumbled and opened his eyes.
"I'm not worried about your change of heart. I might not know what you went through in the past, but I have confidence in you during your first change of heart … especially after you saw him create xun. You should be able to let go of the burden in your heart.
"What I'm worried about is … you might be ruthless, but you don't belong to the Land of South Morning. You don't have enough understanding towards the hatred of the Shamans, and you might … be a little soft-hearted." There was no longer any ruthlessness in Tian Xie Zi's eyes, only calmness.
He looked into the distance and watched quietly.
If anyone followed Tian Xie Zi's gaze and looked into the distance, they would find that there was a small hill in the endless forest about a day and a half's journey away.
Su Ming stood on the small hill. He did not turn his head back to look at the boy not too far away from the foot of the hill. That boy was like a child at the second or third level of the Blood Solidification Realm in his tribe. He might also be a Shaman, but Su Ming could not bring himself to be ruthless.
In silence, sharp pain shot through Su Ming's chest. Blood was still seeping out. The shell blade had stabbed into him, and it had injured him to a certain degree.
If he had not dodged it, then that blade would have pierced his heart.
Su Ming brought out the shell blade, and at the same time he left the small mountain, he lifted his left hand and pointed towards the pale-faced boy who looked as if he had just snapped out of his fear and turned around to run away.
A gust of wind whistled through the air and instantly caught up to the running boy. At the instant it landed on his body, it suddenly split into two. One of them charged towards a big tree on the side, and the other opened its mouth wide. The boy hadn't noticed it in the slightest, and it charged out from the body of a green poisonous snake. The snake's head exploded, and it fell to the ground.
Another gust of wind landed on the young man's body. The young man's body trembled and he fell to the ground. He closed his eyes and fainted.
Only those who had reached fine control in the Transcendence Realm could do this, and Su Ming's fine control had already reached an incredibly exquisite level.
'I won't kill you, but I can't let you go back and expose my whereabouts.' With one move, Su Ming left the small mountain and charged back the way he came.
He had used more than a day to chase after the boy. Once it ended, Su Ming did not rest on the spot. Instead, he used his fastest speed to return to the tribe within three days, according to the limit his Master had given him.
In this unfamiliar land, in the territory of the Shamans that was filled with danger, Su Ming was incredibly cautious. He knew that the boy should have been killed, but he … still chose to make him faint.
As Su Ming left into the distance, the boy suddenly shuddered after the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn. It was as if a strange power had appeared out of nowhere, causing him to wake up prematurely!
The boy opened his eyes and first touched his body. Once he found that he was not injured, he looked at the headless poisonous snake by his side, and he froze for a moment.
Yet that momentary pause soon disappeared. The boy looked at the small mountain, and there was no longer any dullness on his youthful face. It was replaced by brutality and hatred.
He quickly crawled up and used his full speed to run back to his tribe. As he ran, he did not stop for even a single moment. As he ran, he bit the tip of his tongue and coughed out a mouthful of blood. When he closed his eyes and reopened them, the blood he coughed out immediately turned into a small blood-red bird.
The bird flapped its wings and with a shocking speed, it charged into the distance and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
An hour later, in a place not too far away from the village, the trees in the forest were cut down and turned into a village. The mud on the ground was filled up and became thick. There was even a large piece of land in the distance that was planted with many edible plants.
Cheers and laughter came from within the stockade village. Occasionally, some of the Shamans with Tattoos on their faces could be seen patrolling the area vigilantly. However, when they saw the small red bird that suddenly flew out from the forest, their expressions immediately changed.
The little red bird flew straight towards the stronghold. In an instant, it rushed inside and entered one of the houses in the stronghold.
There was an old man sitting cross-legged in the house. That old man was half-naked and there was a beast skin wrapped around his waist. There was a small cauldron before him, and there were some weeds burning inside. Wisps of smoke rose into the air, and as the old man breathed in and out with his eyes closed, those wisps of smoke were sucked into his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Then, they came out from all the pores on his body, forming a distorted and hazy feeling.
Behind him were two young girls from the Shaman Tribe. They were incredibly beautiful, and they knelt by the side. They held a fan made of leaves in their hands and fanned themselves gently.
The wind from the fan was very light and could not blow away the wisps of smoke that danced in the air. The entire room was silent.
However, the moment the small red bird rushed in, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and there were four pupils in his eyes!
The instant the old man opened his eyes, the red bird immediately flew over and landed in front of him. With a bang, it turned into a layer of blood fog that was sucked into the old man's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. His eyes immediately sparkled, as if pictures had appeared out of nowhere before his eyes, allowing him to see everything clearly.
"Berserkers …" A cruel and bloodthirsty smile appeared on the old man's face. He even stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his lips. If any Berserker saw his tongue, they would definitely be shocked. The length of the old man's tongue was clearly longer than a normal person's. It was like a snake, and it looked as if it could even lick someone's hair.
With that bloodthirsty and brutal smile on his face, the old man stood up. Once he walked out of the house, he spread his arms wide and let out a low growl towards his tribe.
The entire tribe immediately fell silent, and all the people turned their gazes towards the old man.
"Do you smell it?!"
The old man's voice was hoarse, but there was a ghastly tone to it.
"That's the scent of a Berserker. That scent is the sweetness of a Berserker's blood … There's a Berserker in the forest where the Lizard God lives. He stepped on our land and killed our warriors!
"He disturbed the Lizard God in the forest!
"Kill him! Take his head and hang it outside our tribe! Dig out his heart and squeeze out the blood from his heart! That is the blood that belongs only to the powerful!
"Kill him and place his teeth on our necks as our spoils of war!" As the old man spoke, a short period of silence passed before crazed roars rose from the entire tribe.
Those roars came from all the Shamans in the tribe. In fact, a brutal look could be seen on the faces of the children, women, and old people.
The old man took a step forward and turned into a long arc that charged out of the tribe. Behind him, there were nearly twenty people who followed him and charged into the forest outside the village.
Once they left the village, they split into two groups. The old man led a few people and charged into the sky. As for the others, they searched for clues in the forest using the Searching Arts passed down by their ancestors.
Su Ming moved through the forest quickly and did not stop for even a single moment. Blood was no longer seeping out of his chest, but the pain in his chest only became worse as he continued charging forward.
Su Ming had once considered flying, but the moment this thought appeared in his head, he gave up on it. If he flew, he would definitely run into Shamans. This was a journey that would take him a day and a half. To him, doing this in the unfamiliar land of the Shamans was not a wise choice.
Compared to the sky, the forest was much more suitable for Su Ming to travel through.
Time trickled by as he continued charging forward. When the second night arrived, Su Ming sat down cross-legged on a big tree and calmed his breathing.
'Based on the distance, I should be able to return to Master's place by tomorrow night …' Su Ming touched his chest and a red hue appeared in his right eye. It had been a long time since he was this injured. During this trip to the land of the Shamans, Su Ming had seen just how strange the Shamans were.
To him, this would be of great help in the upcoming Sky Mist Shaman Hunt a few months later, because not everyone had the experience of hunting Shamans alone in the land of the Shamans.
As Su Ming breathed in the air that belonged to the Shamans in the forest, the oppressive feeling he felt when he first arrived in the land seemed to have dissipated by a large margin.
'I didn't expect … Master to have the Shaman Tribe's sacred beast! I might not know what a sacred beast is, but just one roar from this beast was enough to make that Spirit Medium crumble, severely injure the Split Dawn, and kill all the other Shamans in the area.
'This power …' Su Ming sucked in a deep breath. He remembered the other sacred beast he had seen before!
In his memories, the sea of clouds tumbled about like black fog that covered an area of several thousands of lis, and there was a gigantic mackerel pike.
There was also the figure of a girl standing on the mackerel pike.
'Uncle master Bai … can actually fight against this sort of sacred beast?!' Su Ming's heart trembled. As he saw more things, he gained new guesses towards uncle master Bai's level of cultivation.
Just as Su Ming was immersed in his thoughts towards his Master and uncle master Bai and was immersed in the shock of the Shaman Tribe's sacred beast's might, a serious look suddenly appeared in his eyes. The blood-red light in his right eye shone, and his entire body was like a taut bowstring. In an instant, he walked out of the big tree where he was sitting.
Su Ming could clearly see with his divine sense that there were a dozen something Shamans within an area of 3,000 feet around him. They were charging towards him with ferocious cruelty and an excited thirst for blood on their faces. They surrounded him and charged towards him.
The moment Su Ming saw these Shamans, the first thing that appeared in his head was the boy he had knocked unconscious with the gust of wind from his finger! (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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