'The best choice right now is to find a quiet place and meditate, then bring out the poisonous wasp's nectar to increase my level of cultivation, or activate the Crimson Stone!
'But whether there's any nectar in the poisonous wasp's body … I might have guessed that there should be, but there's also the possibility that there isn't any. If there is, then once I eat it, I'll definitely need to isolate myself for a period of time.
'It would have been fine if I was alone, but now that I've brought Lan Lan and Ahu with me …' Su Ming stood on the crimson dragon and as it charged forward, he turned his head around and cast a glance at the boy and girl whose faces were filled with anxiety and excitement.
'Oh well, I've gained some understanding of the process of activating Soul Catchers over the past few days. There aren't too many dangers involved, but it'll take some time …' Su Ming made his decision. He flipped his right hand over in the air, and immediately, two wooden slips with maps printed on them appeared on his palm. One of these maps came from Nan Gong Hen, and the other from the Lord of the Earth Temple of the God of Shamans Temple, Mo Bai.
When he compared them, the latter map was much more comprehensive, and even if it was one million lis away, it could still make out a rough outline.
The map showed that to the east of the one million lis area of Shaman City was an area of several tens of thousands of lis. There was a gigantic beast skeleton drawn on the map. That skeleton looked like a snake, and even though there was only a simple outline of the skeleton, it was still a terrifying sight to behold.
'The Candle Dragon's burial ground …' A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He put away the two maps and sat down cross-legged on the crimson dragon's head. He closed his eyes and began exercising his breathing.
The process of activating Soul Catchers was actually very simple. All those who possessed the constitution of a Soul Catcher needed to get close to the burial ground and sense the Candle Dragon's will that had yet to disappear.
The more they sensed that will, the more help they would receive in the future. This was similar to the Berserker Tribe's Berserker Initiation Art. However, the Berserker Tribe's cultivation system had been passed down for a long time and they had already become independent, that was why the Elder of the tribe could activate it for them. As for the Shamans, it was especially so for Soul Catchers, Spirit Mediums, and Thought Soothsayers. Since their legacies were in the World of Nine Yin, they could not be activated for them. They could only go there personally and experience it for themselves.
The crimson dragon charged through the sky, and as it charged forward, it did not stop for even a single moment. It was a life formed by Earthen Aura, and it could be said that its body existed between an illusion and a corporeal existence. Its senses were incredibly sensitive, and it could sense all dangers, causing it to change its direction on its own three times without Su Ming's warning. It would either go around them or avoid them.
Outside of Lan Lan and Ahu's bodies, there was a soft light curtain. This light curtain prevented the two of them from feeling the strong wind. From time to time, they would look down from the back of the red dragon. As time passed, the excitement on their faces gradually lessened, and the tension on their faces became more and more intense.
They knew that what they were about to face was the main reason why they had come to this place. They had to obtain the acknowledgement of the Candle Dragon's will and activate the Soul Catcher Wizard!
Before they came, their Patriarch had mentioned to them that in the history of the Shamans, not all those who possessed the constitution of a Soul Catcher were acknowledged by the Candle Dragon's will.
For some unknown reason, there were some who did not manage to obtain the Candle Dragon's acknowledgement and could not activate the path of a Soul Catcher. In the end, they could only change to other paths or live out their lives in mediocrity.
There might not be many people like this, but they did exist, causing Lan Lan and Ahu to feel increasingly nervous as they got closer to the Candle Dragon's burial ground.
Several days later, when most of the Shamans were still participating in the treasure gambling event in Shaman City, a crimson ray of light shone from the clouds in the sky near the edge of the one million lis to the east of Shaman City. It turned into a crimson dragon that was several tens of thousands of feet long and paced about in the sky.
Su Ming, who was sitting cross-legged on the crimson dragon, opened his eyes at that moment. His gaze was like lightning as he looked at the ground beneath him with a piercing gaze.
The ground was covered in fog, and there was a mountain range in the shape of a ring that surrounded the entire region. The fog in the mountain range was not still, but was tumbling about slowly, continuously rising and sinking, as if there was no end to it … The area in the sky was clearly much darker than the area outside. The thick layers of clouds gave off a heavy feeling.
Not long after Su Ming looked at the area beyond the galaxy, a gust of cold wind blew past, sweeping up the fog on the ground and causing it to tumble about furiously. The instant that wind blew into Su Ming's face, his pupils shrank. He saw droplets of rain falling from the clouds in the sky as the cold wind blew past.
The rain was not heavy, but as it fell, it turned into ice water, causing the freezing air in the area to become even more chilling.
This was a mysterious region that spanned several tens of thousands of lis. Besides the sound of rain falling on the fog, there was no other sound. The place was in a state of relative silence.
Yet in the midst of that silence, an indistinct voice suddenly floated out from the fog Su Ming was looking at.
"Yan … your father …"
That voice was ancient and ancient. It sounded like a murmur and a low whisper. As it echoed in the air, it caused the fog to spread outwards slightly. The instant Su Ming heard that voice, he felt the strange snake on his body start trembling in Han Mountain Bell. Su Ming's expression changed, and he looked towards the thick fog from which the voice came.
Not a single person could be seen within the fog. When the rain fell on the fog, each drop of rain would cause some of the fog to dissipate. However, at the same time that the fog dissipated, more fog would appear from other places, causing the fog on the ground to exist forever.
After a long while, Su Ming averted his gaze and looked at Lan Lan and Ahu. The two of them did not seem to have heard that voice. Clearly, they did not hear it. In fact, even the crimson dragon under him only continued pacing about the area with its eyes fixed on the fog in the area. Besides that, it did not show any other reaction, as if only Su Ming could hear that voice.
Su Ming's eyes sparkled. After looking at the fog for some time, when his divine sense spread into the area, it disappeared without a trace like a stone falling into the sea. Su Ming fell into a moment of pensive silence before he walked out from the crimson dragon. Once he did so, the crimson dragon immediately turned into a red mark and branded itself on Su Ming's arm.
As for Lan Lan and Ahu, Su Ming waved his arm and brought them with him, turning into a long arc that charged towards the ground. Su Ming did not choose to fly in midair. This was the origin of the Shaman Tribe's famous Soul Catchers, and he was incredibly cautious.
Once the three of them landed on the ground, Lan Lan and Ahu's faces were slightly pale. Fear appeared on their faces as they followed closely behind Su Ming. One of the three of them walked in front of the other two, and in the silence around them, they did not speak to each other. They just walked forward quietly.
When they stepped on the mountain rocks in the mountain range, cold gusts of wind mixed with a small amount of icy rain blew against their faces. When the rain fell on their bodies, it made them wet, and the chill felt as if it could seep into their bones.
Yet strangely, there was a wave of heat coming from the ground. When they stepped on it, the heat from the ground would surge into their bodies through the soles of their shoes.
Because of that, all of them could feel fire and cold clashing against each other within their bodies. Lan Lan and Ahu's faces were stark pale. As they trembled, they followed Su Ming, and before long, they arrived at the top of a mountain range. As they stood there, the cold wind became even stronger.
Beneath them was the place filled with fog, which was also the burial ground of the Candle Dragon that spanned several tens of thousands of lis!
"Are you ready?" Su Ming stood on the mountain range, right at the edge of the tumbling fog. He did not turn his head back. As he looked at the tumbling fog, he spoke languidly and uttered his first words since he came to this place.
"I'm … ready, senior!" Ahu gritted his teeth. His body might be trembling, but there was determination on his face.
"I'm ready as well …" Lan Lan bit her lip and nodded.
Su Ming no longer spoke. Instead, he took a step forward and walked into the fog in an instant. Lan Lan and Ahu quickly followed behind him. In the beginning, they could still see their backs in the fog, but gradually, as they moved forward, the fog started tumbling about, and as if it was a huge mouth, the three of them were submerged within it.
At the instant he stepped into the fog, Su Ming's footsteps froze for a moment.
The ancient voice from within the fog reached his ears once again. That voice was the same as before. It sounded like a mumble, but also like a whisper. It echoed in all directions, causing the fog to rise and fall like waves on the surface of the sea.
"Cold … is its mother …"
The instant Su Ming heard those words, the strange snake in Han Mountain Bell suddenly lifted its head as it trembled and let out a hiss. There was a whimper and a forlorn tone to that hiss, as if it had sensed something.
That sound was like the helpless and forlorn cries of a baby who had been abandoned by its mother when night arrived and saw that there was no longer a familiar figure by its side …
However, that sound only echoed in Han Mountain Bell and did not travel out.
Su Ming's heart trembled. He had guessed about this strange snake a long time ago, but when he ran into the End Soul Catcher Zong Ze in Autumn Sea Tribe all those years ago and Zong Ze had called out to the Candle Dragon when he sensed its presence, Su Ming had still been uncertain.
Yet at that moment, when he saw the strange snake's trembling body and heard that forlorn cry out, his hesitation disappeared. He was now certain that even if this strange snake was not a Muddy Dragon, it was still directly connected to it!
Lan Lan and Ahu, who were behind him, still did not hear anything. They could only see Su Ming's back in the fog. Everything around them was shrouded in fog, and they could not see anything clearly.
It was precisely because of this that the fear and anxiety in their hearts grew stronger as they continued venturing deeper into the fog.
"This is Yin and Yang … Heaven is its father, earth is its mother … This is Yin and Yang …" As the three of them continued moving forward, the voice that only Su Ming could hear reverberated in the air once again.
This time, the hiss and the forlorn sorrow within Han Mountain Bell became even stronger.
About an hour after Su Ming and the other two disappeared into the fog, the air beyond the fog on the mountain range distorted, and a person in black robes walked out. Uncertainty appeared in his eyes under the black robes, but soon, a glint appeared in his eyes, and he too stepped into the fog, disappearing without a trace.
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