Autumn Sea Tribe was one of the bigger tribes in the land of the Shamans. These people who were migrating were just a part of it. The team was so long that it looked like they were connected together from the distance. They were packed densely together, and there were a large number of gigantic ferocious beasts dragging the unique buildings and the people from Autumn Sea Tribe forward slowly.
There were thousands of mackerel pikes swimming in the sky, and they looked as if they had covered the sky. Whistling sounds reverberated in the air, and quite a number of these mackerel pikes spread out as if they were patrolling the area.
Su Ming was sitting cross-legged on a turtle that was one hundred thousand feet tall. There were nine members of Autumn Sea Tribe sitting around him. These nine people had extraordinary power, and all of them were Medial Shamans.
They surrounded Su Ming as if they were surrounding him. This was the male End Shaman's order.
There was a person lying beside Su Ming, and that person was the old Berserker. He could not move, but his mind was clear. His heart was filled with shock towards what he had seen just now.
He originally did not believe that Su Ming was a Soul Catcher, but the way things had developed made him doubt it. Even now, he still could not tell just who Su Ming was!
Su Ming remained silent along the way. He sat down cross-legged with a calm expression on his face, not revealing a single hint of his thoughts. The turtle he was on was the second of the nine, and the first turtle before him was the male End Shaman's mount.
From his position, Su Ming could see the long-haired man who had his back turned towards him on the first turtle in the distance. This person's hair was so long that Su Ming had never seen it before, and he was also the first End Shaman he had ever seen.
When Su Ming remembered that End Shamans were equivalent to Berserkers in the Realm, his pupils shrank.
'How many End Shamans are there in the Shaman Tribe..? I don't think there are many. It's just like how there are very few Berserkers who have attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm.' Su Ming knew very little about End Shamans and Berserkers who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm. This was too far away from him.
'With just one gaze, he could make a Berserker in the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm almost break down … and surrender. The strength of an End Shaman might be the strongest force in the entire Land of South Morning.
'End Shaman … I wonder what his name is, but he must be someone famous in both the Shaman and Berserker Tribes.' Su Ming remained unperturbed as he sized up his surroundings.
The tribe's migration speed was not fast. When dusk arrived, the migration team gradually came to a stop. On this desolate land, the members of Autumn Sea Tribe skillfully set up tents made of animal skin and started bonfires. Everything was orderly and there was not a hint of chaos. It was as if everyone knew what they had to do.
When dusk ended and the sky turned dark, the bonfires lit up the area. As a temporary resting place for the tribe, the area was still very big. At the very least, when Su Ming stood there and looked into the distance, he could only vaguely see the end of the place, but he could not tell just how big the temporary tribe was.
The moon gradually peeked through the clouds in the sky. As the light from the bonfires shone on the ground, even though it was dark in the distance, it was relatively bright in the tribe. Some of the children were playing with each other, and occasionally, sounds of laughter could be heard. Gradually, as the members of Autumn Sea Tribe brought out their food and some of the tribe members started roasting meat over bonfires, the fragrance of food spread out, and the entire temporary tribe started bustling with noise.
Su Ming sat by the bonfire and watched all of this. If he did not look at the Tattoos, he would even have the misconception that he was not in the land of the Shamans, but in the land of the Berserkers.
It did not matter whether it was their diet or their living habits, everything about these two tribes was too similar. Besides the difference in their divine abilities and Arts.
As Su Ming was in a daze, he saw three children about seven or eight years old on the other side of the bonfire not too far away. They were dressed in animal skins and their hair was a little messy. They were playing and chasing each other. One of the children had big eyes and a pinkish face, which made him look incredibly adorable.
That child was running in front, and his laughter was filled with joy. His two companions were chasing after him.
"You two are too slow. I'll count to three. If you still can't catch up to me, then I won't let you play with this Asu Drum anymore." The child running in front held a small round drum in his hand. There was a handle attached to it, and he held it in his hand. However, the ground was not flat. When he turned his head around to speak, he tripped and instantly fell.
When he fell, his two companions immediately caught up to him, and the three of them immediately started playing with each other on the ground.
Yet as the three of them played around, sounds of argument traveled into Su Ming's ears, causing him to look towards the source of the argument.
"It's all your fault! You broke the Asu Drum! It's all your fault!"
"My papa made this for me! You have to keep me company!"
The child who had fallen previously had his head lowered, and he looked as if he was about to cry. There was a crack in the small drum he had been holding in his hand.
The other two children before him had looks of indignation and anger on their faces, and they started arguing.
This sort of thing would occasionally happen between children. Most of the Shamans around them turned a blind eye to it. Compared to the innocence of the children, the hearts of the adults in the Shaman Tribe were heavy, because before long, they would have to join the war. Perhaps very few of them would be able to survive in the end.
Su Ming looked at the three children, then at the small bone in one of their hands. He stood up slowly, and the instant he did so, the nine Medial Shamans surrounding him immediately turned their gazes towards him, and wariness appeared in their eyes.
Su Ming did not pay any attention to the nine people's gazes. Instead, he walked towards the three children who were arguing.
The nine Medial Shamans frowned at Su Ming's actions. One of the Medial Shamans who was standing between Su Ming and the three children stood up when Su Ming walked over and stared at him. Just as he was about to speak, his vision suddenly blurred, and when his vision cleared up, Su Ming's figure had already disappeared.
That person was momentarily stunned before he turned his head around swiftly. With one glance, he saw Su Ming walking towards the three children with his back turned towards him.
As that person's expression changed, the other eight Shamans also reacted the same way. Just as they were about to close in on Su Ming, they saw that he had already arrived beside the three children. He stopped and crouched down.
"Let me take a look at it. Perhaps I can help you fix it." Su Ming wore a mask, but the gentleness in his eyes and the gentleness in his words was still visible.
The three children were momentarily stunned before they widened their eyes and looked at Su Ming.
"Uncle, can you fix the Aso Drum?"
"Yeah, my papa made this for me. It's his fault for breaking it."
"Uncle, please fix it. It's my fault, I broke it."
The nine Medial Shamans who were closing in on Su Ming froze in their tracks. They had heard Su Ming's words and seen his actions.
Su Ming took the small drum from the child's hands and cast it a few glances. At that instant, nostalgia appeared in his eyes. The similarities between the Shaman and Berserker Tribes caused the children's toys to be practically the same.
Take the Aso Drum for example. Su Ming remembered that his elder had made it for him when he was young. This was a small drum made from beast skin. There were small stones tied to straw ropes on both sides of the drum. When one held the handle and turned it, the small stones tied to the straw ropes would hit the surface of the drum, creating a rippling sound.
This was one of Su Ming's favorite toys when he was young. He looked at the drum in his hands and a smile appeared on his face under the mask. One side of the bone was broken, that was why he could not make any sound when he hit the drum. Su Ming lifted his hand and tore off the torn beast skin, then tore off a corner of the child's clothes and placed it on the surface of the drum. Once he fixed it in place, he turned the drum, and immediately, the rippling sounds immediately traveled forth.
The three children immediately started cheering, and excitement appeared on their faces. Once they received the repaired small drums from Su Ming, they quickly looked at each other, then ran into the distance with excitement in their eyes.
"Uncle, thank you. I'm Abu." The child who had previously broken the small drum waved at Su Ming and ran off happily with his companions.
At that moment, Su Ming was not bothered by the blood feud between the Shamans and the Berserkers of the Land of South Morning, neither was he bothered by the fact that both sides were engaged in a war that would last for an unknown number of years under Sky Mist City.
He looked at the naive child and sighed softly in his heart.
"I didn't expect you to repair the Aso Drum for these children, brother Mo. You must be seeing your past self in them, right?" A cheerful voice came from behind Su Ming.
The person who spoke was a young man dressed in a black robe. He had long hair that reached his waist. His skin was fair, and there was a Tattoo of a mackerel pike at the center of his brows.
His appearance was slightly different from the other Shamans. After all, the Tattoo of a Shaman was usually on the entire face, but this person only had one at the center of his brows. The other parts of his body did not seem to have a single Tattoo.
He walked over from the distance. As he got closer, the nine Medial Shamans who were keeping an eye on Su Ming became respectful. When the young man waved his hand, the nine of them retreated.
"The past is no longer here." Su Ming turned around and looked at the young man flatly.
"The past may not be here, but you must grasp the present, because your actions now will determine your future." The young man smiled faintly and looked at Su Ming as well.
At that moment, their gazes met.
"Ya Mu of Autumn Sea Tribe, Medial Soul Catcher," the young man said with a smile and averted his gaze from Su Ming before sitting down by the bonfire.
"Brother Mo, do you want to drink?" As the young man spoke, someone immediately took a few brisk steps forward and placed two pots of wine by his side before leaving respectfully.
Su Ming sat down by the young man's side and shook his head.
The young man picked up one of the pots and took a big swig once he opened it, then let out a long breath.
"Brother Mo, you came from the battlefield, right?" The young man put down the pot of wine and spoke in a seemingly casual manner.
"Why do you say that?" Su Ming asked calmly.
"You have the scent of Shaman blood on you. There must be a lot of Shamans who died in the hands of you, the True Divinity Wind Berserker." The young man's voice was calm, but when he said those words, it was like a wave of cold air pressing down on Su Ming in the lively tribe.
"The continuous three days of explosiveness caused my thoughts to wither up. Today, when I sat in front of the computer, I felt as if I could not write a single word.
"This feeling hasn't appeared many times since I started writing, but it's a signal. I know that if I continue exploding and force myself to write, then the consequences will be severe. It's not because of my body, but the collapse of a plot.
"I broke my promise. I didn't explode. Perhaps some readers think that the explosiveness of the past few days is because I'm saving up my chapters, but I can swear on my life that there are fifteen chapters in three days, and not a single word is because I'm saving up my chapters! "Because I realized that I can't save up my chapters at all.
"I only have three chapters today, and the last chapter is the usual one at the end of the month. I will still write the chapters that I broke my promise for this month.
"I calculated the number of chapters I wrote this month, and with the three chapters I wrote today, I will have 82 chapters! "(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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