Once the old man died, the bronze halberd slowly turned around and spread its divine sense outwards. With the old man as its center, it spread out in all directions with a bang. The light that spread out instantly covered Sky Mist City, and in the span of a breath, it spread to the four corners of South Morning, the South Morning, the East Morning, the North Morning, and the West Morning.
It covered the entire Land of South Morning!
At that moment, almost all the outsiders in the Land of South Morning, no matter what level of cultivation they had, felt their hearts tremble. Even the old man from the Great Tribe of Freezing Sky was the same.
So what if the Immortals were strong? At that moment, when the halberd descended, they did not dare reveal even a hint of their presence. The terror and nervousness in their eyes were enough to prove just how powerful the person who left behind the halberd had been. It was enough to prove that the outsiders in the land of the Berserkers … were still outsiders!
The halberd moved forward slowly in the sky. Once the divine sense spread out, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the halberd. That buzzing sound instantly traveled through the distance and reverberated through the entire sky of South Morning. That sound was like a provocation!
It was as if it was provoking all the Immortals hidden in the Land of South Morning to see which of them would dare to reveal their presence!
"So powerful …" There were four old men standing on the plains beyond the Immortals' Descending Mountain, which the Shamans could not see with the naked eye. Their faces were pale, and they lifted their heads to look at the sky with fear on their faces.
Once they noticed the abnormality in the sky, they immediately moved, but when they reached this place, they had to descend and did not dare continue flying.
"This is the Berserker Tribe … the terrifying, mysterious Berserkers!"
"No wonder the Sect Master desires the Berserkers so much and repeatedly told us not to release too much of the Immortals' presence. If we really want to release it, we must have a Celestial Maiden by our side to cover the Berserkers' sky …"
"This is the third time I've seen it appear. You've all descended later. I've seen it twice before, and each time, it was a fellow Daoist who did not believe in the mysteries of this place and brought forth a disaster of death."
Under Sky Mist City, even the old man from Sky Mist City was nervous. The other two people's faces were pale. They withdrew all their presence with shock and terror in their eyes.
"The Berserkers actually have such a powerful vessel … The power of one strike from that vessel is equivalent to the peak of the Second Step. Even the Sect Master and the others would find it difficult to escape from that vessel!
This … this … this magic treasure is simply heaven-defying!!! "
"Just what kind of land is this? It's just an artifact, but it has such heaven-defying power! The Berserker Tribe is weak, and the Shaman Tribe is even more insignificant. But why would such a weak world have such a treasure?! "
'Could this be the reason why the Sect Master and the Sect Elders value the land of the Berserkers so much? This place is simply too terrifying. I can't imagine how the weak Berserkers could possibly have this sort of enchanted treasure that shouldn't even exist in this World Plane! Moreover, this magic treasure clearly has a spiritual consciousness. It … who left it behind? Who … does it belong to? "
'Could it be … the first God of Berserkers?! "That is the first God of Berserkers who enslaved us and caused a seven-tenths of us to die. During that period of time, if the powerful Immortals wanted to create their own sects, they would have to come to the land of Berserkers and worship him before they could do so."
"Fellow Daoist Tian Lan, if this item exists in the Land of South Morning, then does that mean that the other lands of the Berserkers also have this sort of Enchanted Treasure?!"
Due to the appearance of the halberd, the people in the underground palace felt their hearts tremble. After a long while, Sky Mist's ancestor spoke in a low voice.
"The other three continents also have these so-called Berserkers' Sacred Vessels, but compared to them, the truly terrifying one is the Berserkers' Sacred Vessel in the Great Yu Dynasty … the Great Barren Cauldron. You can imagine just how powerful it is if this item is known as the Berserkers' Sacred Vessel!"
Besides the people in Sky Mist City's underground palace, all the Immortals in the land of the Berserkers fell silent as the long halberd let out a provocative buzzing sound. They did not dare let out even a hint of their presence as Immortals.
In the face of the Berserkers' Sacred Vessel that could kill them in one hit, all of them would feel fear rise in their hearts. This sort of powerful enchanted treasure was an incredibly rare item even among the Immortals. The difficulty of subduing this sort of Enchanted Treasure was so great that it was practically impossible.
At that moment, the buzzing sound reverberated in the sky. All the Immortals in the Land of South Morning were silent … except for a middle-aged man wearing an Emperor's robe and a crown walking towards them from the direction of Sky Mist City.
That person's face was expressionless. Not a single hint of the presence of an Immortal could be sensed from his body, and he did not have any intelligence. He only had his instincts, and since he did not have any intelligence, he was not bothered by the provocative buzzing sound or the pressure in the sky.
Since he only had his instincts, that was why as he walked, his presence as an Immortal was not obvious. There was something on his body, and when the halberd's divine sense swept past him, it turned a blind eye to him, as if there was a barrier above the dead old man.
Once the halberd floated for a distance in the sky, it no longer let out those buzzing sounds of provocation. It returned to the crack in the sky and slowly disappeared into it. Then, the crack closed up, the pressure disappeared, and the world returned to normal.
Yet even so, the Immortals in the Land of South Morning were still terrified, and for a long period of time after that, most of them became incredibly cautious in their actions.
Su Ming lifted his head and continued looking at the halberd. Even when it disappeared, there was a strange glint in his eyes that eventually turned into a sigh filled with regret.
'It's a pity … that item isn't something I can subdue, or else …' The red-haired Su Ming shook his head and turned around to look at the long-haired woman by his side.
Right from the start, the woman had not revealed too much of her presence as an Immortal. When she cast the Art to hide the Berserker Sky, she had mostly relied on the blood in the bottle. That was why even though the halberd had appeared and killed the old man, it still ignored her.
At that moment, she was also looking at Su Ming. Her petite body trembled in midair, and once she met his gaze, she averted it.
With an aloof expression, Su Ming walked towards the woman. The long-haired woman's face turned pale and she took a few steps back, but as if she had made a decision in her heart, she stopped retreating and lifted her head stubbornly to look at Su Ming.
Su Ming walked towards the woman, and once he swept his gaze across her body, he lifted his right index finger and tapped the center of the woman's brows with his fingernail.
After a long while, Su Ming lifted his finger.
"I should have killed you, but since you fulfill my requirements, I'll spare your life," the red-haired Su Ming said languidly. With a wave of his arm, a gust of red wind immediately appeared out of nowhere and swept up the long-haired woman along with Su Ming, charging towards the horizon. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.
There was an incredibly famous forest in the land of the Shamans several hundreds of thousands of lis away from the Descending Mountain that could not be seen with the naked eye. That forest was famous because of its beauty.
It was a fiery red forest, and there was something unique about the red maple leaves. No matter what season it was, this place would always be covered in fiery red leaves. From the distance, the red leaves on the mountain swayed in the wind, looking like burning flames.
At that moment, there was wind blowing past the red leaves on the mountain, and they let out rustling sounds. There was a slight chill in the air, and some of the leaves curled up in the wind and danced in the air.
There were also fallen leaves all over the ground. Most of them were still red, and only a few of them had withered faces. They covered the ground, causing all those who walked on them to feel as if they were walking on fire.
The red-haired Su Ming had brought the long-haired woman to this place two hours ago. As the wind and the rustling sounds of the leaves filled the area, the leaves in the area were like red fog. They circled around them and turned into a gigantic ball of maple leaves that existed quietly at the center of the forest.
When the sun set in the horizon and the light of dusk dyed the fiery red in the area with gold, it gave the place a different kind of beauty. At that moment, the ball of maple leaves in the forest slowly spread out. As it spread out and the leaves fell on the ground, Su Ming walked out from within.
His hair seemed to have fused together with the maple leaves in the area. Even if there were leaves that fell on his head, it would be hard to tell them apart at first glance. It was the same for his red robes. He, who walked out of the maple leaves, looked as if he had been born in the fiery red forest.
His face was no longer pale, but was now rosy. His lips had already returned to their normal color, but the mark of the peach blossom at the center of his brows had become even brighter.
Behind Su Ming was a woman sitting cross-legged on the falling maple leaves. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders, and at that moment, she had her eyes wide open as she looked at Su Ming leaving into the distance. The complicated look in her eyes became stronger. Her clothes were still intact, but her face had become much paler.
"I've been waiting for this day … I wasn't even sure myself … I wanted to take a look at Destiny in this place … You are him, but only a part of him …
"You still haven't woken up …" she mumbled softly. There was a dazed look on her face, and she felt as if she had returned to a time sixty years ago. At that time, she was just a timid, weak girl who came from a small family and possessed the potential to become an Immortal.
Under the guidance of the people in the sect, she and the hundred something fellow sect members came to that place, and there, she saw a person …
As the long-haired woman remained in a daze, the red-haired Su Ming walked further into the distance. Gradually, he walked out of the fiery red forest and into the dusk sky. There was wind behind him, and that wind brought with it a few maple leaves … It was beautiful, very beautiful.
It did not matter whether it was Wan Qiu or the long-haired woman, the red-haired Su Ming did not truly touch their bodies. The Art of Yin Luan Subject to the Dragon only required Yin Aura.
In fact, he had killed very few people along the way. He did not think that there was anything abnormal about this, but if the old man from the Great Tribe of Freezing Sky knew about this, he would definitely find some clues that would terrify him. In fact, once he found out about this, he would think of a way to notify his Master at all costs.
The third chapter. Honestly, I felt really bad today. One of them is an author who is the same age as me in the same city as me. Once I read it, I felt really sentimental.
The other one is that I got a little heatstroke when I went out today.
Writing isn't easy. Really, this isn't the first time I've felt this. I'm not complaining to all of you. If there's a reward, then there must be a price to pay. This is a trade. I'm just feeling a little sentimental about whether it's worth it or not. Every single day, I write for ten hours. Brain, stamina, tobacco … Ah, let's not talk about it.
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