"Your Creation?" Tian Xie Zi turned around and looked at Su Ming with bright eyes. He might be tired, but his eyes were as calm as water.
He looked at his fourth disciple and waited for his answer.
Su Ming cast a glance in the direction of Lizard Shaman Tribe and said slowly, "Master, this is my Creation."
"I don't know much about eldest senior brother's Creation, but I can see that his skill is a fusion of ice and fire. Ice is cold, and fire is hot. They are like two extremes. This fusion does not make sense and is difficult for others to understand.
"But once he fuses with something that counters him, he can clear his mind. This is my eldest senior brother's Creation." Su Ming averted his gaze from Lizard Shaman Tribe and looked at Tian Xie Zi.
Tian Xie Zi was silent for a moment before he met Su Ming's gaze.
"Your eldest senior brother's Creation is the sound of rustling."
"Rustling is noise, and closing is silence. It is also the fusion of two extremes. Closing is ice, and rustling is fire. It's the same," Su Ming said calmly.
"As for second senior brother, he has a pair of Hands of Creation. During the day, he creates life in plants, and at night, he destroys their life and uproots them …" Su Ming mumbled and his voice echoed in the forest.
"These are also two extremes. They do not make sense. Creation and destruction are like life and death. Second senior brother's Creation is the fusion of life and death, the fusion of creation and destruction. "
Tian Xie Zi's face was calm, but his heart was shaken. He did not expect that Su Ming would have such an epiphany even though he had not been in the ninth summit for a long time.
"Continue!" Tian Xie Zi said slowly.
"Third senior brother is also practicing two extremes. His thoughts do not make sense. He is fusing between reality and illusion. Reality is reality, and illusion is a dream.
"Reality and illusion are trying to fuse together. He is wandering between waking and dreaming. If he truly wakes up one day … his Creation will be complete."
Su Ming's gaze fell on Tian Xie Zi once again and he asked softly, "Master, am I right?"
"This is indeed the path your three senior brothers want to take." Praise appeared in Tian Xie Zi's eyes and he nodded.
"It's not." Su Ming's voice was soft, but firm.
Tian Xie Zi frowned.
"This is the path Master wants them to take …" Su Ming shook his head.
"Because they can't be understood, and because they have fused everything to their extremes, the people of the ninth summit are all weirdos in the eyes of outsiders. It was normal for the Eldest Senior Brother to be in seclusion all year round because he rarely went out. Others didn't know much about him.
Second Senior Brother planted flowers in the day and destroyed them at night. This kind of behavior could no longer be explained with the word 'strange'.
Third Senior Brother led a befuddled life, often murmuring to bring people into his dreams. Those who didn't understand him would inevitably think that he was crazy. Because this doesn't conform to common sense, because it's different from others, because it's not understood, it became the praise in Master's eyes. It became the evil in Master's name, Tian Xie Zi! "
When Su Ming said these words, he paused.
Tian Xie Zi was silent.
"Master, this is yours … not mine." The Master and disciple remained silent for a moment in the forest before Su Ming said softly.
"Then what are you pursuing?" Tian Xie Zi stared at Su Ming, and a complicated look appeared in his eyes.
"I don't know …" Su Ming shook his head. Once he cast a glance in the direction of Lizard Shaman Tribe once again, his gaze fell on the sky.
"If there's really such a thing, then I think … it should be to open my eyes." Su Ming closed his eyes.
"What do you want to see when you open your eyes?" Tian Xie Zi looked at Su Ming, and the complicated look in his eyes became stronger. As he looked at Su Ming, he felt as if he was looking at himself in the past. He might have spoken differently, but he had the same expression on his face when he faced his Master.
"Perhaps it's to see a world that others can't see." Su Ming opened his eyes, and a bright light shone in them. Within that light was persistence, determination, and determination, as well as a desire to pursue his goal.
"Why do I want to see a world that others can't see?" Tian Xie Zi asked calmly. There was a strange tone in his voice that echoed in the area.
Su Ming fell silent. After a long while, he looked at Tian Xie Zi.
"To see myself … my true self!" Su Ming mumbled.
A smile appeared on Tian Xie Zi's face. That smile grew wider, and eventually, he threw his head back and laughed. His laughter echoed in the forest and floated into the sky.
"Very well. What you're pursuing is no longer the Evil that I'm pursuing. You want to open your eyes and see a world that others can't see, and that means that you're the only one awake when everyone else is drunk!
"This is not Evil. This is a state that is above Evil. This is … a life that I don't know the name of! "Su Ming, if you really do it one day, then you must be prepared. Perhaps you won't be able to live with this intoxicated world anymore!
Because … you're awake! "
A shudder ran through Su Ming's body. He looked at Tian Xie Zi and nodded.
"Let's go. I'll take you home …" Tian Xie Zi patted Su Ming's shoulder and waved his arm. A violent gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and swept up the Master and disciple before they charged into the sky and disappeared into the vast sky of the land of the Shamans.
"But before we go home, I'll take you to some places. Once you see them, you'll gain a deeper understanding of the blood feud between the Shamans and the Berserkers … It'll also prepare you to open your eyes and see more of the world." Tian Xie Zi's voice echoed in the sky before it gradually faded away.
Within Sky Mist Barrier, at the edge of the land of the Berserkers in the Land of South Morning, there was a mountain range that rose and fell. The sky distorted, and Tian Xie Zi and Su Ming walked out of those distorted ripples.
"Look at the land carefully. Tell me what you see." Tian Xie Zi looked at the mountain range beneath him and his voice traveled into Su Ming's ears.
Su Ming still looked tired, but his injuries were already under control. He looked at the place Tian Xie Zi was pointing at. There was a mountain range there, and there was nothing strange about it at first glance. The only thing that made it seem a little desolate was that the mountain was bare. There was not a single hint of plant on it.
Su Ming frowned. He descended from midair and stood on the bare mountain. He crouched down and grabbed a handful of sand from the mountain. When he brought it to his mouth, a brilliant glint appeared in his eyes.
'There's a faint stench of blood …' Su Ming lifted his head and looked at his surroundings. The moment his gaze swept past the area, his eyes suddenly focused on one spot.
It was a col in the mountain. It was desolate, and the sand gave off a desolate air.
With uncertainty in his heart, Su Ming walked to the col. Gradually, a grave look appeared on his face. He lifted his right hand and pressed it against the ground through the air. Instantly, a huge gust of wind howled and swept up the sand around him, turning it into a vortex. As it spread outwards, the sand in the area was blown away layer by layer.
Some broken wooden stakes and shattered stone bowls that were buried under the sand were revealed. There were also … human bones that had already turned brown due to the passage of time.
The ground was filled with broken bones …
Su Ming's gaze swept past the broken bones around him. Some of the bones were thinner, and some were thicker. Eventually, Su Ming's gaze fell on a bone that was more complete.
It was a child's bone. Only the upper half of his body was damaged. The child's hand seemed to have been holding onto something before he died, but it was no longer there.
Su Ming shuddered. He lifted his head swiftly and looked at Tian Xie Zi in the sky.
"This was once a tribe …"
"It was a rather large tribe. There were about 700 people there, and there were less than 40 Berserkers among them. The rest were either normal tribesmen or young children.
"300 years ago, Sky Mist Barrier was lost during the battle, and some Shamans entered the land of the Berserker Tribe. This tribe was one of them that was destroyed by them.
"Men, women, old, and young were all brutally killed!"
Su Ming lowered his head and looked at the child's bones. He fell silent.
"Head east from here. On the way, you'll see more than 40 tribes that were destroyed like this … Some of them were destroyed 300 years ago, and some of them were destroyed even longer than that."
Su Ming took a step forward, and he was so quick that he charged towards the east in an instant. Tian Xie Zi followed behind him and did not speak along the way. He watched as Su Ming charged forward and walked past the tribes that had been reduced to ruins.
As time passed by, every single time Su Ming walked past a wasteland, his expression would become darker. When an entire day passed by, Su Ming stood on a plain. The sky was filled with dark clouds. As he stood there, the grass grew lush under his feet, but it could not hide the bloodshed and slaughter that had once taken place in this place.
"This is just a part of it …" Tian Xie Zi walked to Su Ming's side and spoke calmly.
"There are plenty of tribes that were massacred like this within Sky Mist Barrier in the Land of South Morning. Over the past thousands of years, the Shamans have become sworn enemies with them, and they will not rest until they die …"
Su Ming closed his eyes and spoke softly after a long while, "The Shamans … are very strong."
"That's the truth." Tian Xie Zi turned his head around and looked at the land in the distance.
"Then this so-called Sky Mist Shaman Hunt …" Su Ming hesitated for a moment.
"The Shamans call this event that happens once every ten years Berserker Hunt." The person who answered Su Ming was Tian Xie Zi, who was standing beside him.
Su Ming's pupils shrank. Those two simple words exuded a bloodthirsty air, and it was not something that could be replaced by killing ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people, or even ten thousand people. This was a slaughter that contained the passage of time, and when those two words were spoken and heard, they would be able to sense a wave of murderous aura.
"If we made a promise to kill once every ten years …" A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes and he looked at Tian Xie Zi.
Tian Xie Zi looked at Su Ming, and after a long while, he nodded.
"This is a game."
"A game?" Su Ming looked at the plains under his feet and smiled.
"The reason why both sides of the game have been like this for thousands of years and even longer is because they have their own goals. As for what their goals are, you can search for the answer yourself.
"Now, tell me, do you still … want to join Sky Mist Shaman Hunt?" Tian Xie Zi turned around and walked towards the sky.
Su Ming stood there for a moment before he turned into a long arc and arrived beside his Master, who was waiting in midair.
"I will join Sky Mist Battle … With the identity of a member of the Land of South Morning, I will join … this game in other people's eyes." Su Ming's voice was calm. He turned into two long arcs with Tian Xie Zi and flew towards Freezing Sky Clan. They went further and further away until they disappeared from the world. (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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