When the old Patriarch of White Bull Tribe saw that Su Ming had lost his composure, he was momentarily stunned before ecstasy rose in his heart. He did not grieve over the loss of the tribe's sacred item. No matter how strange it was, it could not compare to the importance of his tribe members in his heart.
If he had a choice, then even if he came to know that the item left behind by the previous generations of his tribe was a great treasure, he would not regret it … As long as more people in his tribe could survive this disaster, those children could grow up, and those youths in the tribe could watch their hair turn white one day.
If he could do all of this, he could give up on everything else. To him, this was the greatest meaning in his life after he became the Patriarch!
At the same time he was filled with ecstasy, the old man also felt uneasy in his heart. This was the first time he saw Su Ming unable to control his emotions. The act of him seizing the item just now had given the old man the impression that if he had pulled his hand back, he would have definitely stirred up a storm of killing intent from Su Ming.
At that moment, the old man took a few steps back and wrapped his fist in his palm to bow towards Su Ming. As Su Ming observed the sacred item in his tribe, the old man spoke respectfully.
"Sir, it doesn't matter whether you will truly choose to help our weak White Bull Tribe, this item will still belong to you … However, on behalf of the 379 people in my tribe, I beg you to take pity on us and help us this once …" The old man, the Patriarch of White Bull Tribe, the old man with an ugly face, monkey-like cheeks, and a strange voice, knelt down towards Su Ming as he retreated.
He was the Patriarch of White Bull Tribe. He had his pride. He was a Medial Shaman. He had his pride … In truth, if his tribe did not exist, then even if he died, he would die standing. There was no way he would kneel down so easily.
Yet at that moment, for the tribe, for the familiar faces, for the young voices calling him Grandpa Patriarch, for the young men and women in the tribe he had watched grow up, he knelt down.
He would never forget how none of his tribe members bore him any ill will when he was young, even though he was ugly. He would also never forget how he had fallen in love with the most beautiful girl in the tribe when he was young.
He also could not forget the kind gaze and great hopes the previous Patriarch had when he appointed him as the Patriarch after he died. All of this was his warmth, and it was the most important part of his life.
For the sake of the tribe, not to mention kneeling and begging, not to mention giving away the tribe's sacred relic, not to mention being questioned by the tribe members, he could even imagine that when the tribe members found out that the sacred relic was missing and that the sacred relic placed in the tribe was forged by him, the hatred and resentment they would have towards him would probably exist for the rest of their lives.
But he chose to bear all of this! Silently, he had to endure it alone, all for the sake of … the continuation of the tribe.
Su Ming was his only hope.
Su Ming's gaze slowly moved away from White Bull Tribe's sacred relic in his hand and looked towards the Patriarch of White Bull Tribe kneeling on the ground. The wisdom this old man showed was given to him by time. His decisiveness was a part of his personality.
Su Ming might not know everything he had done for his tribe, but he could still somewhat understand some of it.
"I'm your only hope?" After a long while, Su Ming asked languidly. Even if the old man was a Shaman, even if he came from the Berserker Tribe, and even if these two races were currently at war, the old man's actions made Su Ming remember his elder …
The old man kneeling on the ground nodded his head lightly.
Su Ming remained silent for a moment before he asked, "What if I'm not here?"
"I'll choose to fuse with Black Crane Tribe, even if the price is great … In fact, I've already guessed that Black Crane Tribe will look for the strongest Berserker in the area, Madam Ji. In truth, if Madam Ji really comes to cause trouble for White Bull Tribe, I have a way to make her stop …" The old man lifted his head and looked at Su Ming. His face was covered in wrinkles, and at that moment, his monkey-like face was filled with wisdom and age, along with a deep sense of fatigue.
"If your two tribesmen can't find a tribe that values them, and neither can they find a powerful Berserker who is willing to help you migrate, what will you do?" Su Ming asked calmly.
The old man remained silent for some time before a smile appeared on his face and he said softly, "This is the fate of White Bull Tribe. If that's really the case, then I will stay here and watch the Eastern Wastelands arrive with my tribesmen. I will sing the ancient ballad and dance the dance passed down in my tribe. Death is nothing to be afraid of."
Su Ming looked at the old man, and respect gradually appeared on his face. This was a person who deserved his respect. Even if he was a Shaman, when he said those words, Su Ming could feel that there was no falsehood in his words.
If he did not have such thoughts, then even if he said those words, it would be difficult for anyone to believe him.
"Bring your tribesmen here at the beginning of the Month of Spirits." Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them after a moment, he spoke flatly and turned around to walk towards the sealed cave abode in the mountain range. As a wave of ripples appeared in the seemingly empty spot, he disappeared.
The old man from White Bull Tribe looked at Su Ming leaving into the distance, and gratitude appeared on his face. He stood up, wrapped his fist in his palm, and bowed deeply towards the spot. Only then did he leave with hope in his heart.
Su Ming walked out from the air within the sealed cave abode in the mountain range. He held White Bull Tribe's sacred item in his hand and sat down cross-legged beside the black wooden club. He lowered his head and looked at the item in his hand, and excitement appeared briefly on his face.
'I didn't expect to see this again here … Just what is it..?' Su Ming sucked in a deep breath. In his hand was a round stone plate.
That stone plate looked incredibly normal. Besides the small carvings on it, there seemed to be nothing special about it. However, there was a fragment about the size of a fingernail embedded at the center of the plate. The color of that fragment was slightly different from the stone plate, which was why it was incredibly obvious.
The thing that made Su Ming lose his composure before the old man from White Bull Tribe was the fragment embedded in the stone plate. That fragment was only the size of a fingernail, but it was entirely black and was shining with waves of dark light!
That item gave off the same feeling as the strange fragment hanging around Su Ming's neck. However, compared to the one Su Ming had, this one was much smaller.
This was the only thing that could make Su Ming lose his composure and snatch it. The old man had seen some clues, but compared to this small matter, obtaining this item was nothing.
As he stared at the fragment, Su Ming's expression alternated between confusion and nostalgia. The memories of what happened in Dark Mountain surfaced in his head unknowingly.
From the moment he obtained the black fragment to deceiving the statue of the God of Berserkers so that he could practice the Ways of the Berserkers, to Dark Mountain's destruction, to obtaining the legacy of the Wind Berserker and Lightning Berserker …
This black fragment had changed everything for him.
Su Ming stared at the stone plate in a daze for a long time. When the sun set in the sky, he sighed with a complicated look on his face. For the first time in his life, those memories made him sigh.
Once he calmed himself down, Su Ming removed the black fragment from his neck. The instant he placed it on the stone plate, the fragment in the stone plate immediately shone with a powerful dark light. At the same time, the fragment in Su Ming's hand also shone with a similar dark light, as if they were reflecting off each other.
Soon after, Su Ming sucked in a sharp breath. The carvings on the stone plate with the fragment embedded in it started shining with a white light, and in Su Ming's eyes, they looked as if they had come to life and started rotating slowly.
Yet it only rotated three times before the light immediately dimmed. Several cracks also appeared on the stone plate, and it looked as if it was about to shatter. A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes and he put away his black fragment. Only then did the stone plate not completely shatter.
'This thing is embedded in the stone plate. I wonder what's so special about this stone plate. I'll have to ask the Patriarch of White Bull Tribe next time he comes.' Su Ming stroked his chin and quelled the excitement in his heart before putting away the stone plate into his storage bag.
'World of Nine Yin … Ancient ruins, huh? The Nine Abyss Flower in there can increase the chances of a Berserker breaking through to the Berserker Soul Realm and going through the great disaster of life and death. I've never heard of this before, but judging by the words of the old man from White Bull Tribe, he didn't seem to be lying.
'The Curse actually originated from this place and was mastered by the Shamans. If that's the case, then perhaps there are some ancient treasures in the World of Nine Yin, such as …' Su Ming lowered his head and looked at the red ring on his finger. He had never had the time to examine this item.
'Will the Berserkers also think of a way to go there? Perhaps I'll be able to see some familiar faces there, along with the Shamans …' When he thought of the Shamans, Su Ming felt a slight headache coming on. The chaos Hong Luo had caused made Su Ming not know what he should say if he ran into Wan Qiu and the others.
After thinking about it for a moment, Su Ming shook his head and no longer thought about this troublesome matter. He knew that he could not go to the Dead Sea's glacier for the time being. The fusion of the Lightning Crystal would not be completed within a short period of time either.
Before he waited for the people from White Bull Tribe to arrive, Su Ming decided to examine the Curse and solidify the three styles of Wind Separation he had inherited from the Wind Berserker.
He had also gone through a great deal of danger to snatch the black wooden club. He had to examine it during this period of time to see whether there were any other effects to it.
Besides these, his clone's Nascent Soul was also gravely injured and needed to be carefully nursed back to health. However, the power of the world was thick in this place. Even if he did not have any spirit herbs, he could still slowly make his injuries lighter.
Half a month passed by in the blink of an eye. During these twenty something days, Su Ming's clone's injuries had recovered slightly. His Nascent Soul was no longer disorganized. It might still be slightly weakened, but it had regained its vigor.
As for the black wooden club, Su Ming might not have been able to find a way to put it into his storage bag, but he did discover that not only could he change its weight, he could also change its size. Once he shrunk it, he could bring it with him.
There was also a power contained within the red ring that made Su Ming feel slightly intoxicated as he examined it. The power of the Curse was incredibly great, causing Su Ming to be unable to figure out what was going on in his confusion. However, every single time he immersed his mind into it, he would be absent-minded.
On this morning, Su Ming woke up from his immersion in the red ring. His face was still dazed, and he only recovered after some time had passed.
"The power of the Curse …" Su Ming mumbled softly. Suddenly, his expression changed and he lifted his head to look at the area beyond the seal.
After a moment, the old man's voice traveled into his ears faintly from outside.
"Sir Soul Catcher, the Patriarch of White Bull Tribe would like to see you. I've brought a tribe member with the constitution of a Soul Catcher."
Su Ming stood up and waved his arm. Immediately, the small snake flew over and disappeared beside him. At the same time, the Poison Corpse turned into a ray of black light and was put away by Su Ming into his storage bag. As for his clone, his Nascent Soul instantly flew out and crawled into the top of Su Ming's skull. Once Su Ming put away Ji Yun Hai's puppet body along with the black beetles that had fallen asleep once again, he lifted his right hand unhurriedly and pointed forward.
Instantly, ripples appeared in the air before him and a gap appeared. The old man from White Bull Tribe brought a boy and a girl with nervous expressions and walked in.
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