The five Nine-Headed Dragons were roaring in the sky, and their voices were like thunder that shook the sky. The monkey-faced old Shaman could no longer withstand the pressure and fell to the ground, unconscious.
The rod snake let out a piercing screech in the cave abode. By the looks of it, it looked as if it was facing a great enemy and was about to rush out at any moment. However, due to Su Ming's Brand in its body and the fact that the five heads of the Nine-Headed Dragon that it regarded as an enemy belonged to Su Ming, it suppressed the urge to fight.
As for the old Berserker in the stone abode, his eyes were tightly shut. His body trembled even more furiously. As the roars from the sky traveled into his ears, he seemed to have reached his limit with his current condition.
Su Ming sat down cross-legged in the hall of his cave abode and continued forming seals with his hands. The power of the world surged towards him and fused with his divine sense before rushing into Han Mountain Bell.
There was a circle of spirit stone powder around Su Ming. Fortunately, he had quite a lot of spirit stones with him, which was why he could maintain this rate of consumption. A large amount of spirit stones were continuously brought out by Su Ming, and once he absorbed all the spiritual energy within them, he would bring out an equal amount of spirit stones.
With this method, gradually, more and more power surged into Han Mountain Bell. As the five heads in the sky roared, the sixth head of the nine-headed beast also started trembling.
As it trembled, Su Ming sensed the existence of the barrier within Han Mountain Bell once again. He knew clearly that as long as he could break through that barrier, then he could make the sixth head open its eyes and wake up.
However, with his previous experience before the fifth head woke up, Su Ming knew that breaking through this barrier was simply too difficult, but he did not give up. Instead, he used his spirit stones to maintain the barrier and used the power of the world around him as a guide to break through the barrier again and again.
He did it five times in a row, and every single time he did so, the invisible barrier would tremble. As it trembled, the sixth head's body would tremble, and its tightly shut eyes would show signs of opening.
However, as long as the invisible barrier was not broken, the sixth head would not wake up. Su Ming's eyes sparkled. He formed a seal with his hands and pushed forward once again.
"Open!"
A bang went off in his head, and the barrier within Han Mountain Bell was struck once again. The sixth head shuddered violently, but it still did not wake up.
Once he tried it eight times, Su Ming understood that with the usual method, awakening the fifth head was the limit of his current level of cultivation. Clearly, the awakening of each head after the fourth head of Han Mountain Bell would require a vast amount of power. It would not be as easy as awakening the previous four heads.
With his current cultivation, he was only a sliver away from awakening the sixth head. However, this sliver of difference was like a ravine that no one could overcome.
"If that's the case, I can only rely on external forces!" A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He no longer formed any seals with his hands. Instead, he stood up and took a few steps back to the deepest part of his cave abode, where there were several cracks that could allow the mountain range to breathe.
The instant he closed in on the stone wall, Su Ming lifted his right hand and pushed against it. With it, the stone wall immediately trembled and new cracks appeared. Once they connected with the previous cracks, with the power of Su Ming's palm, the cracks shot through the stone wall and connected to the world outside.
Due to the increase in the number of cracks, it was as if a person's breathing had suddenly become much quicker. At that instant, the entire mountain range's breathing instantly became louder, and due to it, the power of the world instantly became several times stronger. It charged towards the mountain range, causing the gigantic vortex to appear once again in the mountain range.
That vortex was formed by the gathering of the power of the world. Once it appeared, it rammed into Han Mountain Bell along with Su Ming's divine sense. The barrier within the vortex let out cracking sounds in Su Ming's head, as if it was about to shatter. The sixth head also gradually lifted its head as it trembled furiously, and a slit appeared in its eyes.
'The method is correct. With the help of the pattern in this place, I can break through this small limit. I just need a few more breaths, and I'll succeed.' Yet at that moment, Su Ming's face immediately turned pale. The power of the world was too great. His divine sense was like a lone boat in a raging wave, and it was difficult for him to guide it. After all, his level of cultivation was still not high enough.
When Su Ming saw that the vast power of the world was about to scatter all over the place like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, red appeared in his eyes. Once the power of the world spread outwards, even if he could gather it back together again, if he could not use the power of the fifth head to awaken the sixth head in one go, then unless his level of cultivation was much higher than before, he would not be able to succeed within a short period of time.
In the face of this sort of result, Su Ming had to take the risk!
He bit the tip of his tongue and coughed out a mouthful of blood. As it did so, the four Berserker Bones in Su Ming's body also trembled and erupted with all the power of the Bone Sacrifice Realm.
At the same time, the liquefied power of the Aura Refinement Realm in the opened path in Su Ming's body started circulating rapidly, and the amount of it gradually decreased. Eventually, it almost disappeared. The disappearing power of the Aura Refinement Realm had already surged into Su Ming's divine sense, causing his divine sense to barely be able to control the power of the world just as it was about to collapse.
One breath, two breaths … Two breaths later, the vast power of the world started dispersing once again. Su Ming lifted his right hand and tapped a few spots on his body at lightning speed. Every single time his finger landed, it would be at the point where the opened path in his body was connected to each other.
Once he tapped a few spots, he seemed to have squeezed out the remaining power of the Aura Refinement Realm in his body, and with the help of the power of the Berserker Bones in his body, he managed to delay the collapse of the power of the world for another two breaths.
It was during these four breaths that the invisible barrier within Han Mountain Bell was abruptly broken. As it was broken, the sixth head's eyes flew open, and gray light shone within them. The sixth head had awakened!
It lifted its head and let out a low roar, roaring at the same time as the other five heads. Their voices shook the sky and earth, and as they reverberated in all directions, the heavily injured old Berserker in Su Ming's cave abode could no longer fight back. A small amount of blood mist erupted from his body, and he immediately fainted. This sort of fainting was a fainting of his will!
Su Ming's figure appeared in the eyes of the awakened sixth head in the sky. At that moment, the six heads were roaring at the same time, and the momentum of their roars shook the sky and earth. It was a pity that there were not many people who saw it, and this place was also rather secluded in the land of the Shamans, or else it would have definitely caught the attention of some observant people.
The Nine-Headed Dragon looked just like the sacred beast of the Shaman Tribe. Anyone who saw it would be unable to help themselves from being shocked.
Su Ming sat cross-legged in his cave abode. At that moment, his face was pale, but his eyes were filled with excitement. He wanted to try awakening the seventh head, but his body was already weak, and he had used up a lot of spirit stones. Besides, he knew that with his current level of cultivation, it was impossible for him to awaken the seventh head.
In silence, he gave up on continuing. Instead, he formed a seal with his hands and pointed upwards with his right hand.
"Nine-Headed Dragon, Southern Emperor's Ultimate Killing Form, gather!" Su Ming mumbled softly. As he pointed forward, the gigantic Nine-Headed Dragon in the sky rapidly faded away, and in the blink of an eye, it became transparent and disappeared. As for the gigantic Han Mountain Bell, it also shrank in an instant and turned into a ray of dark light that charged towards the mountain range. It crawled into the small holes above the cave abode and floated before Su Ming.
Han Mountain Bell looked like an ancient bell at that moment. At the same time it exuded an ancient air, the moment Su Ming looked at it, he had a strong feeling that this item was a part of him. Even if he closed his eyes, he could still feel its existence, and with just one thought, he could control this treasure to change.
'The divine ability that appeared after the sixth head awakened … is this..?' Su Ming closed his eyes and sensed the changes within Han Mountain Bell increasing due to the sixth head's awakening. After a long while, he opened his eyes slowly, and he was momentarily stunned.
He frowned and brought out some medicinal pills. Once he swallowed them, he did not circulate them in his body. Instead, he stood up and paced around the cave abode, as if he was hesitating over something that was difficult to decide on.
"From the looks of it, even if one's cultivation reaches a certain level, it will not be possible to activate the seventh head … However, at the same time, once the seventh head is activated, the transformation it will display will reach an extremely frightening level …"
'If my predictions are correct, then based on the sixth head's Art, once the seventh head awakens, there's a high chance that a wisp of the Nine-Headed Dragon's true spirit will descend …'
Su Ming's footsteps came to a halt, and a resolute look appeared in his eyes.
'I don't need to hesitate anymore. The land of the Shamans has always been filled with danger. Killing is unavoidable. If that's the case …' Su Ming cast a glance at the floating Han Mountain Bell by his side, and a complicated look appeared on his face.
'I'll go and fulfill the requirements to awaken the seventh head!' Su Ming waved his arm, and Han Mountain Bell immediately flew towards him, fused into his body, and disappeared without a trace.
'This bell is a priceless treasure, but why did it stay in Han Mountain City for so many years without anyone taking it away? Only Si Ma Xin and I could fight for it …
'There's no lack of powerful Berserkers in the land of Berserkers, and there are even Immortals lurking in the dark. Why did they turn a blind eye to Han Mountain Bell..? Could it be that they can't take it away, can't take it away, or perhaps … don't dare to touch it?' Su Ming had once wondered about this question, but even now, he still did not have the correct answer to it.
He shook his head and no longer thought about it. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and began exercising his breathing to regulate his breathing. In the blink of an eye, three days passed by.
Three days later, the unconscious old Shaman beyond the mountain range opened his eyes. His eyes darted around a few times before he climbed up quietly. Once he looked around, he slowly retreated.
"You're leaving just like that?" The moment he retreated, Su Ming's aloof voice traveled forth slowly from the mountain range. When it fell into the old man's ears, he immediately froze for a moment and forced a smile onto his face.
"If there's nothing else, then I won't be staying here anymore. I haven't been back for a few days, and there are still a lot of things waiting for me in the tribe. This mountain is yours," the old man quickly said. He had not seen Su Ming's figure since the beginning, and a deep sense of wariness towards this Medial Soul Catcher had already grown within his heart.
The scene before he fainted had also made him apprehensive. He had long since lost all desire to fight against Su Ming.
"The circular area of 30,000 feet here …" Su Ming's voice traveled forth slowly, but before he could finish speaking, the old Shaman started nodding his head vigorously.
"I know, I know. I'll go back and tell the people in the tribe that I won't step foot into this area. Um … If there's nothing else, then I'll take my leave first."
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