That one line was the strongest line Su Ming could draw in his divine ability!
He had copied the first style of Si Ma Xin's God of Berserkers Transformation, and after many days and nights, as he drew it while meditating, that one line contained Su Ming's Creation!
That one line was no longer Si Ma Xin's sword slash, and neither was it the line he used when he fought against Tian Lan Meng. Instead, it represented Su Ming's life since he started his path of cultivation, represented all the ups and downs he had gone through after he came to the Land of South Morning, and represented his memories in Dark Mountain. All of these things fused into that one line, causing that one line to be Creation!
It was as if Su Ming's one line would never be able to be found in the world before this. That one line seemed to have created something out of nothing, and it created … a Creation that belonged to Su Ming!
That one line in the sky caused the weather to change, but the wind and clouds to remain still. As it sliced through the air, it crashed into the giant lizard tongue that was formed from all the hair on the old Shaman's body.
A shrill scream of pain and a shocking rumble suddenly reverberated in the forest on the land of the Shamans, as if it had pierced through the nine heavens and traveled in all directions.
The tongue of the giant lizard that was formed from smoke immediately crumbled. It was instantly blasted apart by that one line, that one line, and the finger sword that belonged to Su Ming.
That was not the end. The instant the giant lizard's tongue exploded, the expressions of the seven Berserkers who were pouncing on Su Ming immediately changed drastically. A flash of light appeared briefly in their eyes. That light did not come from their bodies, but was reflected in their eyes as Su Ming's one line shook the sky.
The instant that light shone, the seven people shuddered simultaneously. The person right in front of them trembled and exploded with a bang, turning into a layer of blood mist that dissipated into the air.
The second person behind him shuddered violently. His right arm and right leg were separated from his body as if they had been sliced by a sword. As he screamed in pain, he tumbled backwards.
A terrifying long gash appeared on the chest of the third person behind him. It was as if his chest had been turned into a drawing board, and Su Ming's line had landed on it. The man coughed out a large mouthful of blood. His face instantly became extremely pale, and there was shock on his face.
The fourth person was a young man who seemed to be in his twenties. He was handsome and did not have many tattoos on his face. However, there was a bloody scar on his face that stretched from his forehead to his right chest. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth as he staggered back a few steps before barely stopping.
As for the fifth person, the beast hide on his upper body had been reduced to ashes, and a faint line of blood could be seen on his chest. Although it was very faint, it had still cut open his skin, causing blood to flow out.
The clothes of the sixth person were also shredded, but there was no wound on his chest. However, his face was still deathly pale.
The last person wasn't injured at all, but his body was trembling the most violently. He had seen with his own eyes that one of his companions was dead, one was crippled, and one was seriously injured. The rest of them were all heavily injured.
And the source of all this was because the Berserker had lifted his right hand and casually swung it across the air!
That one slash had taken away his soul and shocked his heart. It made this person's heart tremble, and for some unknown reason, a feeling that he would never be able to fight against Su Ming rose within him.
He was not the only one who had this feeling. The others beside him also felt the same way. Su Ming had kept his eyes closed the entire time when he had swung that one line. It looked very casual, as if he had done it with a wave of his hand, but this World Creation Art had not just heavily injured their bodies, it had also heavily injured their courage!
Their hearts!
They were afraid. Terrified. Su Ming had rarely fought against the Shamans, and similarly, not all Shamans had fought against the Berserkers before.
Su Ming felt that the Berserkers' Arts were filled with a strange and unfathomable air. Similarly, to the Shamans, not only were Su Ming's divine abilities bizarre, they also exuded a sort of shock that they could not understand.
It was just like why the lightning in the world appeared, and why the rain in the sky did not float up from the ground but fell from the sky. Perhaps there were wise people who could understand these things, but most of the Shamans still did not understand them.
Su Ming's one line was also something they did not understand!
In their eyes, this was not a divine ability, neither was it an Art. They could not understand why a single slash from just lifting his hand could contain such shocking power.
They also did not know that this one stroke was incredibly rare even in the land of the Berserkers, because this was indeed not an Art, but Creation!
This was Su Ming's World Creation Art!
This could be said to be the first time Su Ming had truly brought out the true form of his Art of Creation in its entirety! It was like eldest senior brother's Voice of Creation, like second senior brother's Hand of Creation. At that moment, this was Su Ming's Picture of Creation!
With that one line, he used the sky as the screen, the people as the paper, and he drew it past seven people … It was as if he had drawn it on rice paper with ink, and the power that seeped into it could seep through several sheets of paper!
The first sheet of paper was the thickest, and it would slowly weaken until it reached the last sheet of paper.
Su Ming opened his eyes and coughed out a mouthful of blood. At the instant he opened his eyes, he gained an epiphany. Before this, his understanding towards the word Creation had always been in a state of ignorance, and he also did not quite understand the Creation of the Ancients the other Berserkers had cast.
Tian Xie Zi was a good Master, but at the same time, he was also not a good Master. There were many things he did not tell his disciples, only letting them understand it on their own.
Once they understood it, they would understand it.
At that instant, Su Ming understood what was meant by Creation of the Ancients.
More accurately speaking, the one stroke he had drawn just now could only be considered as One Creation of the Ancients. However, even though it was One Creation of the Ancients, this was a true Creation. It might seem the same as Si Ma Xin's Ten Ancients or even Hundred Creations of the Ancients, but in truth, it was completely different.
When Su Ming could draw ten strokes that contained his strongest power and each stroke was filled with the power of the world that was different from each other, then once he drew those ten strokes, he would be known as Ten Creations of the Ancients.
If he drew 100 strokes, then he would be able to draw 100 Creations of the Ancients. If he drew 1,000 strokes, then he would be able to draw 1,000 Creations of the Ancients. If Su Ming could reach an unimaginable level with this one stroke and draw 10,000 strokes that had the same form but were different from each other, then that one stroke would be known as the Eternal Creation of the God of Berserkers!
This stroke was different from the tens of thousands of strokes he had drawn during his match against Tian Lan Meng. Those tens of thousands of strokes could only turn into a single stroke that had reached perfection, and what Eternal Creation needed was this single stroke that had reached perfection. It needed at least 10,000 different strokes before it could be completed.
Su Ming understood now.
However, at the same time that he understood all this, he also sensed that his heart had undergone an intense change!
This change was due to his heart becoming chaotic. Due to that one stroke just now, two different women had appeared in his mind. One of them was the white robed Bai Ling standing in the snow, and the other was the purple robed Bai Su, who had her head lifted with a determined look and a disdainful gaze.
These two people were originally different, but they had the same face and the same wild beauty.
'Change of heart …' Su Ming had heard this term a few times from Tian Xie Zi. He also knew that he was going through his first change of heart, but in truth, he did not know what it meant to change his heart.
Tian Xie Zi did not explain this in detail either. He still had the same attitude he had towards his disciple. Su Ming had to understand everything on his own.
At that moment, when Su Ming drew that one stroke, it was as if he had fused his entire heart into it. As that one stroke connected with the world, it was as if all his emotions had been released, and once they were completely released, his mind became empty.
In that emptiness, he understood the Creation of the Ancients, and due to the two women appearing in his empty mind, he understood what it meant to have a change of heart.
In a person's life, emotions and desires were one of the sources that would affect them. They would cause a person to be unable to calm down, and chaos would appear in their hearts. When that chaos appeared, if they could not deal with it well, then it would be difficult for them to continue training, because if their hearts were not calm, then how could they fuse with other things?
At that moment, it could be said that a person's heart had changed.
At that moment, they had to think of a way to keep themselves calm. One of the ways was to fight!
The change of heart to fight was to prove it through battle! Just like how Tian Xie Zi brought Su Ming to see him fight against his seventh junior brother!
The second way was to slash!
Slash the heart and change of heart! Just like how the moment a purple robe appeared in the land of the Shamans, it would not disappear without the hearts of thousands of people!
The third way was to forget … Forget the source of the change of heart. Once he forgot, it would disappear.
It was just like what Tian Xie Zi had said when he brought Su Ming to see the old xun maker.
"He's blind. Can you tell..?"
It did not matter whether the old man was blind or not. The meaning behind those words was a form of forgetting.
At that instant, Su Ming understood. He also understood his Master's love for him. It was not in his words, not in his expression, but in his actions. He was telling him what a change of heart was, and what methods he should use to face it!
He also understood why his Master wanted him to kill the male Split Dawn.
'Perhaps there is another deeper meaning to Master's words besides telling me about the cruelty of the Shamans …' At that moment, Su Ming could feel the words that Tian Xie Zi did not say.
'Fight, slash, forget … Master's choice is for me … to slash the change of heart!'
If he killed Bai Su by slashing the change of heart, then he would be able to resolve the change of heart. Without Bai Su, then he would not be able to stir up Su Ming's memories of Bai Ling. Her shadow would not exist, and he would not be able to calm his heart.
If he still could not, then he would forget about it. Once he forgot everything, then he would naturally go through the change of heart. If he still could not, then he would fight. It did not matter whether it was against Si Ma Xin or against other people. In that battle, he would prove his own heart!
This was Tian Xie Zi's guidance to Su Ming.
'If a person who is cold and merciless and does not have any emotions, then would he not have any changes of heart..?' At the same time Su Ming understood all of this, he was also puzzled.
All of these thoughts came to Su Ming at the instant he opened his eyes after he finished drawing that line. He might have seemed to have done it slowly, but in truth, he had only just finished drawing the line in the sky with his right hand and had it fall down.
As blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, Su Ming's body swayed and he tumbled backwards, charging into the depths of the forest.
His strongest stroke could allow him to fight against the seven people, but Su Ming knew that he could not fight against the old man who was looking at him with a dark expression in the sky. He could only use the shock brought to the Shamans by that one stroke to buy himself a chance to quickly escape! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
