No one knew what these Sorcerer Tribesmen saw. They disappeared at the edge of the Land of South Morning that night. Only a few broken enchanted Vessels could be seen on the ground several hundreds of lis away. Besides that, there were no other clues.
There were eight of them, and all of them had disappeared.
In fact, on the night they disappeared, no one in a Shaman Tribe near the Dead Sea that was not too far away from this place heard any sound. They did not even notice the ripples of power from a battle.
It was as if these Shamans had been devoured by the air out of nowhere.
The land of the Shamans had been enveloped in terror since a few months ago. That terror had not been hidden away, but had instead grown stronger and spread into the distance, causing a large number of Shaman Tribes near the Dead Sea to start migrating.
This place was already uninhabitable.
In the past, long arcs would occasionally appear in the land of the Shamans. Within those long arcs was a ferocious beast with a dragon's head but a horse's body. That beast was not big. It might only be several hundreds of feet big, but the murderous aura spreading out from its body made all those who got close to it feel afraid.
The most distinct characteristic of this ferocious beast was the blue flames burning under its hooves. Usually, when the long arcs disappeared from the sky, a line of fiery hoof prints would be left behind, gradually fading away.
All the Shamans who saw this beast would have a pious expression on their faces. They would wrap their arms around their chests and bend their backs to worship it. There were even some who would kneel on the ground and look incredibly respectful.
Because this beast had a unique name. It was called Shaman Horse. Only the God of Shamans Temple possessed this beast in the entire land of the Shamans.
Yet during the past few months, Shaman Horses with dragon heads and horse bodies began to appear in the sky of the land of the Shamans. There were no less than hundreds of these ferocious beasts in the long arcs that charged through the sky. They went to all corners of the land of the Shamans to deliver their orders and also to carry out their own tasks.
As the rumors of the Dead Sea spread out and as the Shaman Horses sent out orders, the entire land of the Shamans started migrating in a planned manner.
A storm was coming!
In truth, a storm had already arrived near Sky Mist Barrier. The sounds of battle shook the sky and earth. The sky was dark, and the ground gave off the stench of blood seeping into the soil.
War arrived at the speed of lightning before the Berserkers could even cover their ears. It arrived so suddenly that the Berserkers were not even prepared for it.
There were many places on this Sky Mist Barrier that stretched very far into the distance, especially Sky Mist City, which was the place where the most intense battles were taking place. At that moment, the sounds of battle reverberated in the air.
Behind Sky Mist Barrier was the land of the Berserkers. In the sky in the distance, there were blue waves that stretched for tens of thousands of lis. The clouds were spread out like scales, as if they were a sign that something was about to happen. In the sky was a gigantic sword that was one hundred thousand feet long slicing through the sky at an incredible speed, stirring up a shocking whistle. As that whistle spread out, the sword charged towards Sky Mist City.
Compared to the anxiety and terror in the land of the Shamans, the land of the Berserkers was peaceful. Even if they had to face the great battle that only happened once a century, most of the Berserkers seemed to have gotten used to this sort of battle and did not treat it as a true battle to the death. Instead, they were going on a journey to gain experience.
They believed that the existence of the Sky Mist Barrier could block the Shamans outside.
They believed that this battle would end after a few years, and when it ended, they would continue living in the land where their tribes thrived.
That included most of the people on the gigantic sword that was flashing through the sky and stirring up a piercing boom. All of them believed this as well. This was a journey to gain experience, a battle that could shock the world with a single brilliant feat.
"Body refinement isn't something you can just take for granted. No matter how much weight you carry, besides making yourself as light as you imagine, there's no other use!" Su Ming sat cross-legged on the tip of the gigantic sword. His face was pale, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. There was a violent gust of wind crashing into his face from where he sat, blowing at almost every part of his body, causing his flesh to tremble. In fact, even the flow of blood in his body seemed to be met with a strong resistance, causing his heart to feel as if it had lost its strength to beat.
Behind Su Ming, Jing Cheng Rong sat calmly and spoke languidly.
"But the birds in the sky are light, that's why they can fly endlessly. Doesn't this also prove the effects of me carrying weights to train my body?!" Su Ming's lips trembled and his breathing quickened, but he gritted his teeth and said those words.
"What a laughable thought. You're only looking at birds? Then have you seen gigantic ferocious beasts flying in the sky? Their speed is so fast that even us Berserkers can't compare to them. Could it be that they're also very light? "Jing Cheng Rong asked with a cold sneer.
Su Ming fell silent. He could not find any words to refute even after a long time had passed. The image of the Golden Roc appeared in his head. Its gigantic body must have been incredibly heavy, but it still had that shocking speed.
"Carrying weights to train your body isn't right or wrong. It's fine to call it the first step, but there are too many disadvantages to this method. The true way to train your body is to control the laws of wind and the direction of wind resistance. You can use these two forces to push your body forward, and as you continue fusing them together, you'll be able to walk in the sky as if you're walking on flat ground.
"But even I haven't completely understood this method, so you don't have to think about it for the time being. But this is a direction. Only when your direction is correct can you pursue it. If your direction is wrong right from the start, then you'll only be wasting your time." As Jing Cheng Rong spoke in a low voice, he lifted his right hand and pointed towards the area before Su Ming.
With that one point, a thin crack instantly appeared on the protective light barrier around the tip of the sword. The moment that crack appeared, Su Ming's body trembled furiously. He could feel the wind blowing against his skin becoming several times stronger in an instant. The pain in his body, as if he was being torn apart, became even stronger.
"If you want to pursue this direction, then you must walk down the correct path. Now, imagine yourself as a gust of wind and feel the wind resistance coming towards you from the sky. Feel the reaction of all parts of your body when these two forces clash against each other."
Blood flowed out of the corners of Su Ming's mouth. The pain in his body was so great that he could not bear it. The wind coming towards him was like a knife slicing through his body. There was not a single part of his body that did not hurt. His body swayed as he sat there, as if he was about to be swept away by the incoming wind at any moment and fall backwards.
"Trash!" Jing Cheng Rong frowned and said coldly.
"If it wasn't for Bai Chang Zai, I wouldn't have bothered with you! Senior Tian Xie Zi does need to be respected, but as his disciple, you're not worthy. "Jing Cheng Rong let out a harrumph.
At that moment, Su Ming was trembling. Blood trickled down the corners of his mouth once again. His body, which had been sitting on the ground, was forced back five feet by the wind. His face was pale. The pain that traveled through his entire body made him feel as if he had lost his strength to even stand up. As the strong wind blew against him, it became incredibly difficult for him to circulate his Qi. Even the flow of his power of Transcendence became incredibly slow, as if there was a huge resistance.
Under such circumstances, it was difficult for him to keep his body frozen in place.
"Trash will always be trash! You're so stubborn!" Jing Cheng Rong lifted his right hand and pointed at the protective light screen before the tip of the sword where Su Ming was once again. Immediately, the crack that had appeared previously widened a little more with a ripping sound.
Because of that, the wind blowing against Su Ming instantly became several times stronger, causing Su Ming to be forced back once again before he could get used to it. He even coughed out a mouthful of blood.
The blood he coughed up was immediately blown away when it came into contact with the violent gust of wind. Yet strangely, at the same time the blood was blown away, a trace of blood fog that had been blown away stayed before Su Ming for the span of several breaths. Only then did it gradually disappear.
"You're still trash. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I'll open up the crack a little more. If you can't handle it, then go back to the edge of the sword." Jing Cheng Rong frowned and his face was cold.
Su Ming's face was pale. Under the wind, it was difficult for him to even open and close his eyes, much less breathe. His body was trembling, and he had already reached his limit, but his eyes were fixed on the spot where the blood mist had been. He did not avert his gaze.
'Imagine yourself as a gust of wind … It's easy to say, but how do I do it..?' Su Ming's heart was filled with anguish, but he did not give up. Instead, he gritted his teeth and continued persevering.
Yet he also knew that this sort of perseverance was not very useful.
'That blood mist … Why did it stay for the span of a few breaths before it was gradually blown away by the strong wind..?' In silence, Su Ming suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and coughed out another mouthful of blood. He stared at the blood he coughed up without caring about anything else in the wind. It was as if everything he saw had slowed down when he looked at it. He could clearly see the blood turning into mist when it first came into contact with the wind and tumbling backwards.
However, there was a patch of blood mist that was only blown away when the wind passed through the thin gaps between them.
At that instant, understanding appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He closed his eyes and his body was gradually blown backwards by the wind once again.
"Why would Bai Chang Zai value a trash like you …" Jing Cheng Rong was already impatient, but before he could finish speaking, he widened his eyes.
Su Ming's body was originally moving in the wind, but at that moment, he stopped. Not only that, right before the old man's eyes, Su Ming stood up with his eyes closed and took a few steps forward. Once he returned to his original spot, he sat down cross-legged without any hesitation.
At the instant he sat down, Su Ming's hair danced rapidly in the air, and his robes fluttered madly, but he did not move back in the face of the violent gust of wind. He might still be trembling, but compared to how he was before this, he was completely different.
"Hmm?" Jing Cheng Rong watched for a moment, and surprise gradually appeared on his face. He lifted his right hand and pointed at the protective screen of light around the tip of Su Ming's sword once again, causing the crack to widen by quite a bit and the wind to become even stronger.
If it had been before, Su Ming's body would definitely not have been able to withstand it and he would have tumbled backwards. Yet now, Su Ming sat firmly on the ground and simply allowed the wind to blow against the front of his body, then … it would pass through his back … If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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