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Chapter 390

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As the End Soul Catcher sighed, the entire Autumn Sea Tribe's temporary tribe fell into dead silence.

Time trickled by slowly. That deathly stillness turned into an oppressive feeling that fell heavily on all the people's hearts, including Su Ming's.

Su Ming had thought about his eldest senior brother's origins more than once, but only now did he truly understand his eldest senior brother's identity.

"The Lord of Nine Li Shaman Tribe …"

Just as that oppressive feeling grew stronger, suddenly, ripples spread out from the female Nine Li Shaman Soul formed by the black smoke. Soon after, a voice Su Ming was familiar with traveled through the distance, as if it had traveled through those ripples.

"Before the Immortals from the other worlds descend for the fourth time, I will come …"

The instant that voice appeared, almost all the people in Autumn Sea Tribe heard it clearly, and all of them knelt down. Even the mackerel pikes in the sky let out roars when those words reverberated in the air, causing the dark sky to look as if it had turned into a black sea that was tumbling and roaring.

"We greet the Lord of Nine Li!" The waves of sound fused together and turned into one voice.

That voice only slowly disappeared after a long while.

"Youngest junior brother, don't return to the land of Berserkers for the time being …" Su Ming's eldest senior brother's voice traveled out from the female Nine Li Shaman Soul's body. Once he finished saying those words, his voice gradually disappeared.

The female Nine Li Shaman Soul's body also dissipated and returned to Su Ming's wrist, turning back into the bracelet once again. However, that bracelet had become much duller. Clearly, this sort of conversation, even if it was just two sentences, was not something simple.

At that moment, the Shamans around him gradually stood up from their kneeling positions. Once the old woman cast Su Ming a glance, she no longer bothered herself with him. Instead, she turned around and left, as if she had come here just as Su Ming had guessed. It was just for this conversation with the Shaman Lord of Nine Li.

As for the nine Medial Shamans who had been by Su Ming's side since the beginning, they also seemed to have received a new order. At that moment, they retreated and left, no longer bothering themselves with Su Ming.

Only Ya Mu smiled at Su Ming and stayed by his side. He picked up his pot of wine and took a big swig from it.

"Alright, the old fellows have all left. There's no one here to restrain you. Brother Su, you can leave at any time. If you don't want to leave, it's even better if you stay."

"The Immortals from the Other Worlds have descended. What … is going on?" Su Ming remained silent for a moment before he picked up the pot of wine and took a sip from it. Then, he looked towards Ya Mu.

"Naturally, it's the Immortals from the other worlds. They used a special method to come to our world. The Immortals' spells are different from ours, and all those who descend here have unfathomable levels of cultivation.

In fact, they even have a way for powerful warriors in End Realm to break through their own levels of cultivation and step into Void Realm … It can also be said that they have the power to let the old monsters who have attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm reach another Realm.

To those old monsters, this is an irresistible temptation. Especially as time passes and their lifespans come to an end, the Power of the Heavens and Earth that is stirred up when they make a breakthrough can transform their lives to something similar to immortality. Not to mention them, even I desire such a temptation, "Ya Mu shrugged his shoulders and said emotionally.

"You've seen Immortals before?" Su Ming suddenly asked.

A glint appeared in Ya Mu's eyes and he answered in a low voice.

"I've seen two Immortals before. One was a man, and the other was a woman. The man was an old man. He came to Autumn Sea Tribe ten years ago and fought against Sir Zong Ze …"

Su Ming immediately focused his attention and listened carefully to Ya Mu's words.

"I can't see the details of that battle, but their battle lasted for less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. I couldn't see how they attacked in the sky, but I only saw a gigantic hand appear in the sky. That hand clenched its fist and opened it, then it moved nine times.

"After those nine times, his battle against Sir Zong Ze ended. I saw the old man walk out of the sky dressed in incredibly grand robes and leave without a single word.

"That's right, there were some pictures embroidered on the old man's robes. It was a purple dragon, and there were four items in the dragon's claws. One of them was a bottle, one of them was a pearl, one of them was a small sword, and the last one was hidden in the clouds in the picture, so I couldn't see it.

"Once the old man left, Sir Zong Ze appeared in the sky and returned to the tribe … I remember that his face was incredibly dark at that time. We were all guessing that perhaps … Ah, you know." Ya Mu sighed and took a big swig from his pot of wine.

Su Ming remained silent for a moment before he continued asking, "What about the other one?"

"The other one was a woman …" A hint of nostalgia and nostalgia appeared in Ya Mu's eyes.

"How should I put this? She wasn't incredibly beautiful, but she was so beautiful that it was impossible for anyone to forget her once they saw her. It was as if the entire world was contained in her eyes …

"She was flying alone in the sky. When I saw her, I could tell with just one glance that she was definitely not a Shaman, and neither was she a Berserker, because that presence … was completely different from ours.

"If you could see an Immortal, you would definitely be able to tell with just one glance. This was a completely different feeling. "I can still remember that when she saw me, there was a strange look on her face.

"That look was filled with complicated emotions, pity, and a hint of fear … She seemed to be really afraid of me, but her level of cultivation made me feel as if I was facing a Latter Shaman. I still couldn't understand why there was fear on her face."

As Ya Mu drank his wine, he shook his head as he spoke, as if even now, he still could not understand it.

Su Ming sat by the side and lifted his head slowly. He looked at the stars that would occasionally shine in the dark sky, and a profound look slowly appeared in his eyes. Once it fused with the unique presence on his masked face, an indescribable charm gradually appeared on his face.

Ya Mu put down the pot of wine and no longer thought about the woman in his memories. He instinctively cast Su Ming a glance, but the moment he did so, a shudder suddenly ran through him, and his expression changed drastically.

"You … You …" Ya Mu was momentarily stunned before he sucked in a sharp breath. When Su Ming lowered his head and looked towards him, the profound look in his eyes disappeared and turned into calmness. Only then was Ya Mu stunned, and he rubbed his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Su Ming asked.

"The feeling you gave me just now was exactly the same as when I saw the Immortal woman and the old Immortal in the past! This is a completely different presence from us … "Ya Mu remained silent for a moment before he looked at Su Ming and spoke slowly.

"Sir Zong Ze is right. There's a fog around you that no one can see through. If I didn't know that you're a Berserker, I would have definitely thought that you're a Medial Soul Catcher …

"If I didn't know where you came from, I would have thought that you're an Immortal who descended here." Ya Mu shook his head and got rid of the thought that had suddenly appeared in his head. He felt that this was impossible. The Immortals who descended here could not become the True Divinity of the Berserkers, neither could they obtain the first God of Berserkers' legacy. It was the same for the Shamans.

"Immortals, huh..?" Su Ming mumbled, and anguish rose in his heart.

Compared to Ya Mu's misconception, Su Ming's confusion was the source of his anguish. If he was completely lost, then he would have let it go, but he … had some guesses.

Some guesses that he did not want to accept, and in fact … could not accept.

"Where will the event of the people from the other worlds be held? When will it be? Also, I once saw a woman with the same temperament as you mentioned in the battlefield outside Sky Mist City. Do you know who she is? How can I find the Immortals? "Su Ming immediately asked.

"You're talking too fast. The Immortals from the other worlds will descend within three years. I don't know the exact date, but when you see the sky that should be dark is still day, or perhaps when it should be day is still dark, then that will be the time for them to descend.

"I know the exact location. It'll be held at the tallest mountain in the land of the Shamans, Cloud Shaman Mountain, because the previous few times, it happened there.

"As for the Immortals who appeared in the battlefield, I've never seen them before, so I don't know who they are, but I know a place where you'll definitely see the Immortals. That's where the Great Patriarch is … the God of Shamans Temple!

It's also on Cloud Shaman Mountain. "

As Ya Mu spoke, he stood up and cast Su Ming a glance. After a moment of hesitation, he brought out a wooden slip from his bosom and handed it to Su Ming.

"By the looks of it, you're about to leave. This is a map of most of the land of the Shamans. It's something only members of Autumn Sea Tribe can have. Take it, it'll be of help to you.

"We might be at war right now, but it's still dangerous for you to travel alone. With your level of cultivation … take care of yourself." Ya Mu shook his head, picked up the pot of wine, and left Su Ming.

Su Ming took the wooden slip and put it away in his bosom. Once he stood up, he did indeed choose to leave. His goal in coming to the land of the Shamans was not just to let himself experience life and death in battles to reach a breakthrough in his level of cultivation, but also to find out … what Destiny was from the Immortals who descended!

The Immortals from the other worlds would descend within three years. He had to go, but before that, he still had many things he needed to do. It did not matter whether it was creating medicinal pills, refining the old Berserker in the Berserker Soul Realm, practicing the Wind Berserker and Lightning Berserker Arts, or melting the Crystal of Inheritance.

He needed time to prepare for all of these things. He also needed to decide whether the rod snake should go through a metamorphosis, the unknown medicinal pill in the medicinal cauldron, and he also needed to refine Han Mountain Bell further due to the increase in his level of cultivation so that he could master the true might of this priceless treasure. All of these things were waiting for Su Ming to complete.

'Three years … Three years later, I will become stronger!' Determination appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He was just about to leave when his expression suddenly changed and he lifted his head.

At that moment, before Ya Mu had gone too far away, booming sounds suddenly came from the dark sky. As the sea of clouds tumbled about, the mackerel pikes in the sky roared together. Their roars did not sound as if they had run into an enemy, but as if they were welcoming someone respectfully, and they retreated simultaneously.

At the same time, a gigantic mackerel pikes appeared in the sea of clouds. Its size could not be seen, and only part of its body could be seen!

That mackerel pikes looked as if it was treating the sky as an ocean as it swam towards Su Ming. On its back was a woman holding a bamboo flute. That woman's black hair danced in the air and she wore a white robe. As she got closer, a beautiful face that would make all those who saw it feel their hearts pounding in excitement!



All of you should be familiar with this woman. Ahem …

It's August now. My fellow Daoists, with this little mackerel pikes as my official debut, I ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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