The Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe's face was pale as he stared blankly at the sky. A bitter smile appeared on his lips. He knew that he had to die. He could not blame anyone else for this. If he had not been greedy for Shaman Crystals and tried to destroy White Bull Tribe, he would not have ended up in this predicament.
Most of the tribe members who had offered their hearts to him were already dead. There were only a few old men left beside the Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe. Their faces were as pale as paper, and their breathing was weak.
"Elder, hurry up and cast your Art. I beg you, don't be like this anymore. Hurry up and cast your Art. According to the Art passed down by our ancestors, you won't die …" A middle-aged man knelt before the Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe and spoke anxiously.
"I have to die. If I don't die, that person won't be able to get rid of his grudge … If my death can bring peace to the entire tribe, then my death will be worth it!
"This is all my fault … I shouldn't have been greedy for Shaman Crystals … Ah …" The Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe spoke in anguish. He had lived for a long time and was the Patriarch of a tribe. There was no way he would be a fool. He knew clearly that he had to die this time!
"Elder!" The middle-aged man and all the other tribe members' faces were filled with grief.
"Alright, I've made my decision! Once I die, give the tribe's sacred relic, the three feathers, to him … in exchange for the hope of protecting the tribe … then … bring our tribe members away from this place and migrate ahead of schedule.
"From now on, you will be the Patriarch of the tribe …" Blood trickled down the corners of the Patriarch's mouth as he looked at the middle-aged man kneeling before him.
The man's face was filled with grief and he did not speak.
"Remember, don't think about revenge …" The Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe laughed brokenly and fell to the side, dead.
He could have lived, but he could not. He could not die, but for the tribe, he had to die.
As he died, the old men who had lost their hearts also stopped breathing. Most of the powerful warriors in Black Crane Tribe had died.
When Su Ming's Nascent Soul returned from midair, he saw the corpse of the Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe and the members of Black Crane Tribe kneeling on the ground with a middle-aged man as their leader once they saw him.
With a calm expression, Su Ming charged towards the pit on the ground. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, his clone slowly flew out of the pit.
"Sir, please forgive our Black Crane Tribe … Our tribe is willing to give you this sacred item …" Once Su Ming flew out, the middle-aged man from Black Crane Tribe lifted his arms high into the air with grief on his face. There was a stone plate in his hands, and there were three black feathers on it.
The three feathers exuded waves of mighty pressure, but compared to the feather Su Ming had obtained previously, it was simply insignificant.
Once Su Ming swept his aloof gaze past the three feathers, he did not look at the middle-aged man, but instead looked at the dead Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe.
He remembered that the old man's heart had been eaten by the small crane, but he had not died. Clearly, Black Crane Tribe's offering had a secret Art that allowed them to retain their life force.
Yet now, the old man had still died … Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them after a moment, understanding appeared in his eyes.
"He paid the price. This matter is over!" Su Ming averted his gaze and once he looked at the normal tribe members in the tribe, he walked into midair and turned into a long arc that gradually disappeared into the horizon.
He did not take away the three feathers. They were useless to him, but to a small tribe that had lost most of its powerful warriors, they were incredibly useful.
Su Ming was not a ruthless person. His grudge also disappeared when the Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe and the other powerful Berserkers died.
Su Ming sat cross-legged in his cave abode in the mountain range with the Wind Crystal of Inheritance in his hand. There was a long wound on his arm, and his blood had already dried up. His expression was constantly changing.
If anyone took a closer look, they would be able to see that the Wind Crystal of Inheritance had shrunk a little!
"When Madam Ji brought out the red ring that day, she put it on one of her bones, and with that method, she could use the ring …
"Otherwise, she wouldn't have had to go through so much pain. She could have just put it on her finger," Su Ming mumbled softly to himself.
"I tried putting it into the wound on my arm just now, and as I circulated my Qi, I did manage to absorb some of it … but it's very little, so it won't be of much use …" Su Ming held the Wind Crystal of Inheritance tightly and gritted his teeth.
"Oh well, I'll try using my original plan, but I can't do it here. The temperature here is normal. If I use that method, I'll lose too much blood." Su Ming stood up and took a deep breath. He lifted his head and looked at the Fire Ape squatting against the wall not too far away, and a smile appeared on his face.
The Fire Ape also looked at Su Ming and bared its teeth in a smile, looking incredibly excited.
Su Ming patted the Fire Ape's head and walked out of the cave abode.
Once he walked out, the small snake on the Poison Corpse's head immediately looked towards him.
After a moment of pensive silence, Su Ming gave up on the idea of bringing the Poison Corpse with him. Once he sent out a thought to appease the small snake, he walked out of the mountain range and towards the frozen Gate to the Void that was floating low in the air.
As he stood outside the Gate to the Void, Su Ming closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for something. After a moment, ripples shone in the sky, and Su Ming's clone appeared. With a single move, it stood behind him.
Su Ming opened his eyes and lifted his right hand to press on the frozen Gate to the Void. Immediately, some of the layers of ice shattered, and once a crack appeared, Su Ming walked forward. His clone followed behind him, and as the light from the Gate to the Void shone, they disappeared without a trace.
In the depths of the black seawater was an endless glacier. This place was still dark, and there were countless living beings sealed within the glacier. They retained their appearances when they were still alive, and they looked as if they were struggling.
This place was quiet. It was as if not a single sound had traveled out over the course of countless years. Only some of the black seawater would occasionally reveal their bodies when they passed by this place.
There was a vortex sealed within an ice mountain on the glacier. At that moment, as dark light shone on that vortex, two figures appeared. They were naturally Su Ming and his clone!
Once they appeared, they did not move. Clearly, they were also sealed in ice. Several days later, as the ice cracked and shattered, Su Ming and his clone were finally able to move around in the ice mountain.
The freezing air in Su Ming's body was bone-chilling, and his flesh and blood felt as if they were about to freeze. The circulation of his blood had also become much slower. His clone stood by the side, and with the black beetles around him, along with the fact that this puppet was already dead, it was only natural that he was not afraid of the cold. The aura of death in his body had fused with the freezing air, and his movements were much more agile than Su Ming's.
At that moment, his eyes shone brightly, and he was prepared to protect his real body.
Su Ming sat down on the ice in the small area where he could move around. He closed his eyes and waited for a few more hours. When his body was almost completely frozen, he opened his eyes, and as he lifted his right hand, the Wind Crystal of Inheritance appeared. At the same time, his clone opened his mouth and spat out a ray of green light that turned into a small sword. Under the control of his Nascent Soul, that small sword charged towards Su Ming.
With a loud thud, the small sword stabbed into Su Ming's back. His body, which was frozen by the freezing air, became numb to the pain, and it also became milder. Su Ming only frowned and did not make a single sound.
The small sword stabbed into his back and slowly cut downwards, revealing a small part of his spine!
Blood spilled out and soaked the ice. Due to the existence of the freezing air, there was not much blood, but this sort of pain still made Su Ming's breathing quicken, even if his body was frozen.
There were four bones on Su Ming's spine that were shining with a blue light. Those were his Berserker Bones. As the small sword stabbed into him, a glint appeared in Su Ming's clone's eyes. When he lifted his right hand, the Wind Crystal of Inheritance in Su Ming's real body's hand floated up, and once it circled above Su Ming's head, it charged towards his back and sank into the cut. Once it touched the fifth part of Su Ming's spine, it stuck tightly to him.
Su Ming's face was pale. His entire body might be freezing cold, but there were still beads of sweat breaking out on his skin. However, there was determination on his face. He lifted his trembling right hand and seized the air. Immediately, the other half of the Lightning Crystal of Inheritance appeared in his palm.
After a moment of hesitation, Su Ming gritted his teeth. Immediately, the Lightning Crystal of Inheritance flew up in a flash and sank deep into the wound on his back, right beside the sixth part of his spine. Once the other two Crystals of Inheritance were forcefully planted in his body, he closed his eyes and dispersed the power of his cultivation base that was used to fight against the cold. Ice slowly spread around his body, and eventually, it turned his entire body into an ice sculpture and he was sealed in ice.
Su Ming's clone sat by the side with a wary look on his face. He was observing his surroundings and providing protection for his real body.
Time trickled by. Su Ming did not know how much time he would need to complete this rather insane act. In fact, if it was not because of his clone, it would have been difficult for him to do this. With this method, if he was the slightest bit careless, he might die in the ice in his weakened state.
Due to the existence of his Nascent Soul, his clone could sense his real body's condition. Once in a while, he would send a gentle wave of power into Su Ming's body, causing him to not truly die while he was sealed in ice. Instead, he would be stuck between life and death, causing the flesh and blood on his back to slowly be frozen, and Su Ming would gradually absorb it and gain an epiphany.
At that moment, Su Ming's back looked incredibly terrifying. A small part of his spine was exposed, and his flesh had been cut open. A small amount of blood seeped into his body, and it was slowly healing.
However, even if it was healing, the protruding Wind Crystal of Inheritance and Lightning Crystal of Inheritance were still a terrifying sight.
Yet as time passed by and the wound slowly healed, the two protruding Crystals of Inheritance, the Wind Crystal of Berserker, gradually shrank …
Su Ming still had his eyes closed. At the same time pain appeared on his face, he would occasionally be in a daze, and at other times, he would be in deep thought, and at other times, he would be filled with joy … The Wind Crystal of Inheritance became smaller … and on an unknown day, the protruding Wind Crystal of Inheritance had already shrunk by a large margin. There might still be some slight protrusions left, but if Su Ming did not look closely, it would be difficult to notice.
On this day, a storm … for the inheritance of inheritance stirred up in Su Ming's mind!
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