"Now, you know what right I have to threaten you." Su Ming's words were cold as he spoke languidly.
The old woman's expression changed rapidly. Under that impact, she instinctively took a few steps back. Her pupils shrank, and she stared at Su Ming's right index finger before she sucked in a deep breath.
'The power of the God of Berserkers …'
That power only appeared for a brief moment before disappearing without a trace, as if it had never appeared in the first place. The strand of hair on Su Ming's right index finger also stopped burning.
At the same time, the impact around them also disappeared. Without any further force, Su Ming's floating hair fell down, and his robes no longer danced in the air. However, he stood there like a mountain, staring at the old woman with an aloof expression. The strand of hair on his finger might not have exuded any aura just like before, but when the old woman saw the aura that erupted from him, her breathing quickened.
She glared at Su Ming's right index finger. It was not that she did not check that finger just now, but she could not find anything off about it. This was also the reason why she looked down on the power of the God of Berserkers.
After all, she was a Shaman, not a Berserker. She did not acknowledge this so-called God of Berserkers.
She firmly believed that all power came from one's own training. No matter how strong external power was, it was still just external power. With her power as a Latter Shaman, she did not believe that there was an external power that even a weak Berserker in the Bone Sacrifice Realm could control and kill her in an instant.
Yet at that moment, sweat broke out on her forehead. During that instant just now, when she witnessed the power of the God of Berserkers, she had felt her heart pounding in fear. Under that presence, she could not even think of fighting back. It was as if she had been completely suppressed, and her mind was blank. She did not have a single doubt that if Su Ming wanted to kill her, then with that one finger, she would definitely not be able to survive.
"Granny, let him go." Just as the old woman was shocked and Su Ming looked at her coldly with a glint in his eyes, the area fell into silence. At that moment, a woman's graceful voice reverberated in the silence.
It was a woman in white who walked towards them from the distance and stood beside the old woman. That woman was incredibly beautiful. Her hair fell over her shoulders, and as she stood there, she looked like a calm lake.
She was the Saint of Autumn Sea Tribe, Wan Qiu.
Su Ming swept his gaze past the woman in white. He did not speak, but instead took a few steps backwards. With one move, he turned into a long arc and charged into the dark sky. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.
Even after Su Ming left, the old woman's face was still slightly pale. During the instant the power of the God of Berserkers had spread out, it had brought a memory and a shock that was difficult to erase to the old woman.
"Wanqiu was too rash, granny." The beautiful woman frowned and spoke softly. Her heart was also shaken. This was the first time she had experienced the strength of the God of Berserkers' power.
The old woman was silent for a moment before shaking her head.
"The power of the God of Berserkers … I underestimated him. Even if you didn't ask me to do this, I would have done it anyway. Perhaps it will be of help to Sir Zong Ze in his breakthrough. Did you leave behind everything that happened just now?" There was a slightly complicated look on the old woman's face as she looked in the direction Su Ming had left.
The woman nodded her head lightly. When she lifted her right hand, an ancient mirror the size of her palm appeared in her hand. There was a layer of fog surrounding the mirror, and when the woman touched it with her left hand, all the fog was instantly sucked into the mirror. A strong ray of light spread out from the mirror, causing the air around it to distort.
Soon after, as the space distorted, an illusory scene appeared. Pictures appeared, and within those pictures was the battle between Su Ming and the old woman. They had not truly attacked each other, they had only used the power of the world to fight.
They were vivid and lifelike, and even the presence and domineering presence of the power of the God of Berserkers were clearly preserved.
"It's a pity that it'll be difficult for me to come into contact with Su Ming in the future, and I'll have to face the wrath of the Shaman Lord …" the woman in white said softly.
"There's no need to worry about this Su Ming. Once he doesn't have the power of the God of Berserkers, he'll just be an ant. There's no need for us to become friends with him. Besides, didn't you use the power of Thought Soothsayers to predict his future? This person has lived a normal life and there's nothing special about him. He's also a person with a short life. "The only thing we have to worry about is the wrath of the Shaman Lord … but if this thing can help Sir Zong Ze increase his level of cultivation, then it'll be worth it!" the old woman said languidly with a glint in her eyes.
Up until now, she still did not pay too much attention to Su Ming. What she cared about was the power of the God of Berserkers that made her feel death. In her eyes, without the power of the God of Berserkers, Su Ming was indeed no different from an ant.
"But granny, when Su Ming used the power of the God of Berserkers just now, my senses fluctuated. This Su Ming might not be as I predicted, but …" The woman in white frowned.
"Hmm?" The old woman was momentarily stunned. Before she stopped Su Ming just now, she had been with Wan Qiu, and she had personally witnessed the woman predicting Su Ming's future.
The process had been smooth, and she had also seen Su Ming's future clearly. This person had lived a normal life, and his limit was the middle stage of the Bone Sacrifice Realm. He would also die several years later during the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands.
Yet now, when she heard Wan Qiu's hesitant words, she could not help but be surprised.
"There's something strange about this person. My previous predictions were successful, and even now, when I try to predict his future again, it's still the same. The answer I get is the same.
"However, when this person's power of the God of Berserkers spread out just now, I suddenly felt uneasy under the powerful power of the world. I tried to predict his future once again, but all I saw was a blur. In fact … I didn't even see anything, but I already felt a sense of death looming over me." The woman in white frowned and closed her eyes, as if she was sensing something.
"If it's not a figment of my imagination, then this person's future is being affected by a powerful force and is being covered up. What he shows is intentionally for others to see, but it's not real!
"If that's really the case, then perhaps … we shouldn't offend this person …" Wan Qiu opened her eyes, and a hint of fatigue and puzzlement appeared briefly in her eyes.
The old woman remained silent for a moment before she spoke languidly. "Things have already progressed to this state. Don't bother about it anymore. I don't think this Su Ming is just an ant like you said."
"Let's go. Come with me to see Sir Zong Ze." As the old woman spoke, she turned around and left. Wan Qiu stood there and looked in the direction Su Ming left. There was still a frown on her beautiful face, but she did not continue trying to predict his future. Instead, she followed the old woman.
At that moment, within Sky Mist Barrier, in the land of the Berserkers, was a frozen world. At the end of the land that was covered in silver frost was a place that surpassed the location of Phantom Dais Tribe. There was a gigantic tribe that seemed to have no borders.
The size of this tribe and the vastness of its territory was something rarely seen in the Land of South Morning!
This was one of the two great Berserker Tribes in the Land of South Morning - the Great Tribe of Freezing Sky!
At that moment, within the territory of the Great Tribe of Freezing Sky was an incredibly luxurious tower. That person was dressed in a long blue robe. His hair was white and his body was thin. He was meditating with his eyes closed.
After a long while, the old man opened his eyes slowly. The moment he did so, distortions and ripples immediately appeared on his body. His entire body soon became indistinct, and it was as if another person's shadow had appeared on that indistinct body.
It was a person wearing an Emperor's robe and a crown. His face might not be seen clearly, but it could be seen that this person was definitely not an old man, but a middle-aged man.
That person's eyes were profound. His gaze seemed to be able to pierce through the tower, pierce through the air, pierce through the endless distance, and land on the land of the Shamans in the distance, on the temporary tribe of the Great Mediterranean Sea Autumn Tribe of the Shamans, and on Wan Qiu.
"The Shamans' Clairvoyance … This mysterious ability actually managed to see some clues even under my interference … But since you didn't investigate it, I'll spare your life!" The man with the crown mumbled to himself flatly. He lifted his right hand, and on his palm was a crane made of rice paper. That crane flew out and charged into the sky through the window. Once it disappeared into the nine heavens, the man closed his eyes.
The instant he closed his eyes, the indistinct and distortions on his body disappeared, and he turned back into the white-haired old man dressed in a long blue robe. His thin appearance was nothing out of the ordinary.
Ripples spread out from the paper crane that flew out from the Great Tribe of Freezing Sky above the nine heavens, and it disappeared in an instant. When it reappeared, it was already in the sky above Sky Mist City, which was located in the distance.
Occasionally, small-scale battles would break out between the two sides in the battle outside Sky Mist City. As the Shaman Army gathered together, warriors from various tribes would arrive in the land of Berserkers every single day to become a new force to protect Sky Mist.
The gigantic stone monument in the city was incredibly eye-catching. All the names listed on it would be remembered by the people. Their fame would spread out and they would be respected by the people.
There was one name that was currently ranked in the 170th place. His name was Yue Feng, and he was the only survivor from a small tribe.
No one seemed to have noticed the paper crane in the sky. With a flap of its wings, it disappeared once again. This time, when it reappeared, it was at the edge of the Land of South Morning, where the Dead Sea stretched out.
Raging waves roared on the surface of the sea. Countless shadows swam about in the seawater. The seawater had already submerged the trapezoidal mountain range and was slowly spreading towards the land of the Shamans.
In the black seabed in the distance, a gigantic head could be vaguely seen. Its eyes were revealed, and it was staring coldly at the Land of South Morning.
The paper crane in the sky charged forward once again and disappeared. When it reappeared, it was still above the Dead Sea. However, this place was already incredibly far away from the Land of South Morning.
There was no end to the seawater beneath them. The waves sparkled, and occasionally, Aquatic Dragons that were hundreds of thousands of feet long would leap out of the sea, roaring as they swam about … If anyone took a closer look, they would find that there was an endless amount of … Dead Sea Beasts on the surface of the sea, and they were all heading towards the Land of South Morning!
There was a gigantic floating object on the surface of the sea. It looked like a corner of a palace that had collapsed. It floated along with the waves and headed towards the Land of South Morning. Behind it were an endless amount of palace wreckages like this … One of the wreckages had a few big words on it that looked like a plaque that was connected to the palace.
"Great Yu Sky Palace."
There was an ancient air to those words … Besides the endless amount of Dead Sea Beasts on the surface of the sea, there were also eight other gigantic heads with their eyes revealed on the surface of the sea. It was as if there were giants moving forward at the bottom of the sea.
The paper crane flashed in the sky and disappeared once again. This time, when it reappeared, there was a continent that far surpassed the Land of South Morning beneath it …
There were no less than a million people packed closely together on the continent near the Dead Sea. All of them were sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the area they covered was so big that one could not see the end of it.
Their gazes were directed to the south, to the south of the Land of South Morning!
"Ten more years …"
The paper crane in the sky flashed once again and disappeared. When it reappeared, it was still on Eastern Wastelands. However, it was in another direction. That was the east of Eastern Wastelands.
The entire land in the east was enveloped by a layer of black fog. There was not a single hint of life within it. There were only shrill screams of pain and wails that echoed in the air all year long. The instant the paper crane appeared, a gigantic hand suddenly shot out from the black fog and seized it.
"Hidden Dragon Sect, Great Leaf Immortal Sect, Sky Mist Dao, I am here!"
August's plot was a link between the previous plot and the next plot. It needed to be filled in carefully, and he did not dare to write it carelessly. There were no explosions today, but there would be quite a number of explosions this month. The ones he owed last month would be added up this month.
On the first day of the month, he would ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket! His goal this month was still to get into the top three! July had failed, but August had to try again! (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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