Su Ming looked at Tian Lan Meng calmly. Their gazes met at the corner not too far away from the edge of the gigantic sword.
Tian Lan Meng remained silent for a moment before she said softly, "I don't know what you're talking about …"
'What's the point of hiding it like this?' Su Ming frowned and turned his head around to look at the clear blue sky beyond Frozen Sky.
Tian Lan Meng hesitated for a moment, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated.
After a long while, her gaze fell on the side of Su Ming's face, and she asked, "How did you know about the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands?"
The large sword was not quiet around the two of them. Whispers would occasionally spread out, but the area covered by the sword was too large, and there were nearly ten thousand people sitting on it, so if they were slightly further away, they would not be able to hear it clearly. Also, the whistling sounds of the sword slicing through the air could be heard.
"When the ten meteors arrived, I heard some of the sounds they made." Su Ming did not hide anything. He had to know the truth behind this. To him, this sort of thing that only those in the Berserker Soul Realm would know was incredibly crucial. In fact, it could even decide some of his actions in the land of the Shamans.
Tian Lan Meng averted her gaze and looked at the sky beyond the sword. After some time, she spoke in a gentle voice.
"Have you heard of … the legend of Harmonious Morus Alba?"
Su Ming was momentarily stunned. He shook his head and did not speak.
Tian Lan Meng looked at the sky beyond the sword and said softly, "Harmonious Morus Alba is a legendary butterfly. It will flap its wings three times in its life … The first time it flaps its wings, it will cause the mountains in the east to crumble and the earth to crack."
"It's just a legend," Su Ming said slowly.
"Legend, huh …? Right now, no one in the world has ever seen the first God of Berserkers. Are you saying that the first God of Berserkers is also a legend? We don't know whether Harmonious Morus Alba exists … "Tian Lan Meng shook her head.
"Nine shooting stars mean that a Great Patriarch has appeared in the Shaman Tribe. That is a form that surpasses life, and it is a realm of cultivation that surpasses what we know." Tian Lan Meng's voice was gentle in Su Ming's mind, but there was a hint of fear within her words. Su Ming could also feel it clearly as it echoed in his mind.
"Great Patriarch?" Su Ming turned his head around and looked at Tian Lan Meng.
"You should know that a thousand years ago, the three powerful Berserkers of the Land of South Morning fought against the Great Duke of the Shaman Tribe. In the end, the three powerful Berserkers won, but the Great Patriarch of the Shaman Tribe did not die. He fell into deep sleep.
"He can't die … Now, he has woken up. That's why Sky Mist City sent out nine shooting stars to notify Freezing Sky Clan and Western Sea Clan." Tian Lan Meng bit her bottom lip and whispered.
Su Ming's pupils shrank. After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly.
"What about ten?"
"In the Land of South Morning, nine shooting stars flying from Sky Mist City to Freezing Sky and Eastern Sea is the limit. From what I can remember, ever since Sky Mist City was built, there have never been ten shooting stars …
This is the first time! "Tian Lan Meng's face was pale as she mumbled.
"Based on my deductions, if five shooting stars is a great disaster, eight shooting stars means that the Berserkers of the Land of South Morning will face destruction, and nine shooting stars means that the Shaman Tribe's momentum has reached its peak … then ten shooting stars might be …" When Tian Lan Meng said those words, she paused for a moment, as if she was thinking about how she should continue speaking. At that moment, Su Ming spoke softly by her side.
"The fall of the Land of South Morning …" Once Su Ming said those words, Tian Lan Meng shuddered. Her face turned stark white, and after a long while, she nodded her head in anguish.
"Just what sort of thing could cause the fall of the Land of South Morning?" Su Ming was in slight disbelief. He could not understand just what sort of power existed in the world that could do such a terrifying thing.
"Even if it's the Great Patriarch of the Shaman Tribe, if he truly has such power, then there's no need for this battle to continue," Su Ming said in a low voice.
"He might have great power and has surpassed the Realm we know, but … he can't do this. But just because he can't do it doesn't mean that no one can. Didn't the second God of Berserkers fight against the Immortals from the other worlds split the land of the Berserkers..? "Tian Lan Meng said softly.
"Do you still remember the Harmonious Morus Alba I told you about just now..?" Tian Lan Meng looked at Su Ming, and he could clearly see the fear in her eyes.
"The first time Harmonious Morus Alba flaps its wings, it will cause the mountains in the east to crumble and the earth to crack …" Su Ming answered in a low voice.
"The east represents the Eastern Wastelands. Between the five continents of the land of the Berserkers is a boundless Dead Sea that looks like an ocean but is not an ocean, like ink but is not ink, like blood but is not blood … No one can pass through that Dead Sea.
"Ever since the five continents were split apart, they lost contact with each other, as if they were cut off." Tian Lan Meng's voice echoed in Su Ming's mind.
"If the Dead Sea spreads out one day and submerges the entire Land of South Morning like a tsunami, then at that time, how many people will survive..?" Tian Lan Meng lowered her head.
"Perhaps there will be some who will survive, but if the mountains crumble and the earth shatter when the Land of South Morning is submerged and the entire Land of South Morning shatters … then at that time, how many people will survive..? Will you and I be able to?" Tian Lan Meng closed her eyes.
"This is the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands? But what is it connected to the Eastern Wastelands? " Su Ming's heart trembled and his breathing quickened. A thought that he found hard to believe rose in his head.
Tian Lan Meng remained silent for a moment before she spoke in anguish, "The Dead Sea won't spread out for no reason. It has existed since ancient times, and if there is no reason, it will not change."
"Unless there is a power that is pushing this endless Dead Sea forward and making it stir up huge waves like the ocean …" Su Ming mumbled.
"You only heard the words' Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands', but you didn't hear what I said before. My ancestor said that in the east of South Morning, there is an area of more than 100,000 feet near the edge of the Dead Sea that has already been submerged by the Dead Sea …
"This is the first time such a change has happened in the Land of South Morning, and it is also this change that caused the Shamans to panic and attack Sky Mist Barrier ahead of schedule.
"The Dead Sea won't spread out for no reason. It's spreading out because the Eastern Wastelands, a continent that is incredibly far away from the Land of South Morning … is pushing the Dead Sea towards the Land of South Morning at an unimaginable speed." Tian Lan Meng finally revealed the secret that Sky Mist City had told all those in the Berserker Soul Realm but had forbidden it from spreading out!
"The collision between the Eastern Wastelands and the Land of South Morning …" Su Ming sucked in a sharp breath. He understood now, but he still could not imagine how a gigantic continent could move at such a high speed.
"Perhaps it will take a year, or perhaps it will take ten years, or perhaps it won't even take ten years … Eventually, one day, when the Eastern Wastelands will crash into the Land of South Morning at this extreme speed, what do you think will happen to the Land of South Morning?
"According to the ancient map, the area of the Eastern Wastelands is several times that of the Land of South Morning …" As Tian Lan Meng looked at Su Ming, despair appeared in her eyes.
Su Ming shuddered and closed his eyes. He could vaguely imagine the terrifying things that would happen the instant these two continents, one big and one small, crashed into each other at that indescribable speed.
"First, the eastern edge of the Land of South Morning will instantly shatter. This shattering will continue spreading due to the force of the crash from the Eastern Wastelands, and within a short period of time, it will affect Sky Mist Barrier …
"Then, Sky Mist Barrier will shatter, and the land of the Berserkers will shatter as well … Even if we flee to the westernmost part of the land, it will still be difficult for us to avoid this fate of destruction.
"When the land shatters and tilts, the Dead Sea that comes with the Eastern Wastelands will drown everything … Perhaps there will be some people who will survive. The land under their feet will shatter, and they will be like islands in the endless Dead Sea …
"But it's clear that it will be difficult for such a fortuitous encounter to be found at the borders of the Land of South Morning, especially with this crash. Once the Land of South Morning withstands this force, it will move to the west … At that time, the western part of the Land of South Morning and all the other borders will become the most devastating places.
"And the Shamans live at the borders of the Land of South Morning … For the sake of survival, you can already imagine just how devastating the battle of Sky Mist this time will be …
"The Shamans want to step into Sky Mist Barrier and occupy the center of the Land of South Morning. Only there might be a way for them to ensure the continuation of their race when the disaster arrives.
"But can you let your generations of enemies enter your home..? Besides, if they enter Sky Mist Barrier, you'll have to give them some regions. The result of this is that if you give some of the relatively safer places to the Shamans during the disaster, it will be the same as destroying the lives of the Berserkers that should have existed in those places …
"Besides, no one can be certain just which part of the core will be the safest. If the Shamans aren't around, the Berserkers can spread out, and there will always be a possibility for them to survive, but if they make the wrong choice and give the safest place to the Shamans …" Tian Lan Meng's voice became softer and softer, and eventually, she fell silent.
"The Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands …" Su Ming's face turned pale. All of this had surpassed his imagination. In fact, even when he heard the truth, he still found it hard to believe.
Similarly, he immediately understood why this matter could not be told to everyone. Once they did … then it would bring about an unimaginable disaster …
"Harmonious Morus Alba." Su Ming remembered that name, even if he knew that it was just a legend, a legend that might just be a coincidence.
"We won't be able to keep this a secret for long. As time passes by, more people will know about it," Su Ming said, and his voice turned into a heavy weight in Tian Lan Meng's heart.
"Many people will die in this disaster … We were born at this time, and we have no other choice." Tian Lan Meng stood up and stood at the edge of the sword. A profound look appeared in her eyes.
"Thank goodness we're not alone …" Tian Lan Meng turned her head to the side and looked at Su Ming with her beautiful eyes. A strange light shone in her eyes.
"Su Ming, think of all ways to increase your power before the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands arrives. That way, even if you lose the Land of South Morning and everything else, as long as you're still alive, then you'll still have your power to support you …"
Su Ming looked at the sky beyond the sword and fell silent.
"I admire all the Prophets. Quite a number of them managed to guess Harmonious Morus Alba, but none of them managed to guess the disaster brought by Harmonious Morus Alba. Heh heh. "If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation."
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