At the instant Su Ming pressed his finger against his left pupil, the world in his left eye turned red. When he swiped his hand across his right eye, Su Ming's entire world turned into a blood-red light.
It was as bright as blood, and it burned like fire!
The instant Su Ming executed the burning of blood, a thick wave of flames erupted from his body with a bang. That fire did not have the presence of the gigantic palm of fire in the sky, but it filled Su Ming's entire body, causing his hair to dance in the air. When he lifted his head to look at the sky, he gave off a feeling of determination, as if he was facing the sky falling and the earth shattering.
"I am the scion of the Fire Berserker, and I also know the Art of worshiping the moon!" Su Ming lifted his arms, wrapped his fist in his palm, and bowed swiftly towards the ninth moon in the sky.
With that one bow, the ninth moon in the sky started distorting, and overlapping shadows started appearing beside it!
The palm of fire charging towards Su Ming shuddered, as if it could not withstand Su Ming's bow, and as it closed in, it started showing signs of extinguishing.
The Golden Thread Sacred Bat not too far away was already dumbfounded. A loud bang rang out in his head, and disbelief and shock appeared on his face. He knew just how powerful Su Ming was. By right, no matter what divine ability Su Ming executed to fight against the sea of fire, his expression should not have changed continuously like this. However, he did not expect that Su Ming would use the exact same Art to fight against the sea of fire – the Art of worshiping the moon!
This was something he could not have expected, and it practically overturned his thoughts. The Art of worshiping the moon was a Sacred Bat's direct line of inheritance, and only the Golden Thread Sacred Bats could master it. It was impossible for other races to obtain it.
This was an Art personally passed down by the moon progenitor whom the Sacred Bats worshiped. It was their Sacred Art!
And at that moment, he saw Su Ming casting it right before his eyes. In fact, when Su Ming cast this Art, the Golden Thread Sacred Bat had the misconception that the Art of worshiping the moon was even more orthodox than when he cast it!
One had to know that he needed to borrow the power of the Moon Ancestor to use this technique, so he couldn't do it as he pleased. Most importantly, he only knew how to pray to the moon, not the Burning of Blood!
Only the Great Sect Elder and the tribe leader could be given the method to practice the Burning of Blood by the Moon Progenitor. This was the strongest Art in the Sacred Bats.
But that was not all. What made the Golden Thread Sacred Bat feel as if his willpower was about to crumble was that once Su Ming executed the burning of his blood and bowed towards the ninth moon in the sky, the presence and feeling spreading out from his body made the Golden Thread Sacred Bat feel as if he was facing the statue of the sacred ancestor in Eternal Li Mountain. Respect and fear rose from the depths of his heart.
"Who are you?! Just who are you?! Why do you know the Art passed down by our Sacred Bat's Moon Progenitor?!" The Golden Thread Sacred Bat roared, almost on the verge of breaking down, and retreated swiftly.
"The Art of Worshipping the Moon that you spoke of is the divine ability of the Fire Barbarian Tribe. Who are you?" Su Ming's expression was cold and dark. He took a step forward and spread his divine sense outwards, turning it into a mighty pressure that pressed down on the Golden Thread Sacred Bat with the presence he gained after the burning of his blood.
"I am a Sacred Bat …" The Golden Thread Sacred Bat was just about to speak when he was immediately cut off by Su Ming's words.
"I am the successor of the Art of Worshipping the Moon. I am the only Fire Berserker in the world, and you're asking me that?" Su Ming smiled coldly, and his words tumbled out with his mighty pressure.
"The Sacred Bats look incredibly similar to the Wings of the Moon. I'd like to know, what is your connection with the Wings of the Moon?" Su Ming took a step forward.
"Who is this Moon Progenitor you speak of? How did he know this Art?" Su Ming continued speaking, not giving the retreating Golden Thread Sacred Bat too much time to think. With the mighty pressure formed by his powerful divine sense, he continued asking questions while the Golden Thread Sacred Bat's mind was in chaos!
"How did the Sacred Bats worship this so-called Moon Progenitor?
"The Fire Berserker Art you practice isn't complete. You only know a portion of it. Do you know the burning of blood?
"If you practice the Fire Berserker Art, then how dare you use it before me? Forget about the fact that you overestimated yourself, who made you come out on such a large scale this time?" Once Su Ming asked a few different questions in succession, his voice suddenly grew louder, and he asked a question that was almost as loud as thunder!
"Who made you come?!" Su Ming's question was like a thunderous roar, causing the Golden Thread Sacred Bat's consciousness to crumble under the pressure of Su Ming's repeated questions and his divine sense.
"It's the Moon Progenitor …" He staggered backwards and his head buzzed. Su Ming's thunderous words made him feel as if he had to answer. It was as if a will had descended on him, and he could not fight against it.
"Where is the Moon Progenitor?!" Su Ming moved forward once again, and his voice boomed even louder.
"Eternal Li Mountain …
"When was I worshipped by your tribe?!" Su Ming continued getting closer and his voice grew louder, causing the Golden Thread Sacred Bat's consciousness to crumble and blood to flow out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
"It's been a long, long time … I don't know … Ah …" The Golden Thread Sacred Bat finally could no longer bear with it and let out a shrill scream of pain. He pressed his hands against his head and retreated swiftly. His screams of pain reverberated in the air. His vision became clouded and blood trickled down the corners of his mouth. Su Ming's voice was echoing nonstop in his head at that moment, and it was growing louder with each passing moment, as if his mind was about to crumble.
Su Ming stopped moving and cast a glance at the staggering Sacred Bat before retrieving his divine sense and the presence of the Fire Berserker after the burning of blood. He lifted his right hand and swung it at the Golden Thread Sacred Bat. With that one swing, a gigantic shadow suddenly appeared behind the Golden Thread Sacred Bat whose consciousness was crumbling. That shadow was the Candle Dragon!
It opened its mouth wide and swallowed the Golden Thread Sacred Bat. The shadow disappeared and turned into a small snake that charged towards Su Ming. It coiled around his shoulder and occasionally hissed.
Su Ming frowned and stood in midair, immersed in his thoughts for a moment.
'It's not He Feng … Based on what the Sacred Bats said, this so-called moon progenitor has been worshipped for a long, long time. The time doesn't match up, but I'll have to see how long I've been in the Undying World and how many years have passed in the world outside.
'Eternal Li Mountain …' In his silence, Su Ming felt that this name was rather familiar, but no matter how much he thought about it, he could not remember just what part of it was familiar. As he mulled over it, Su Ming turned around and walked towards the valley where the Shamans lived.
When he saw the valley where the Shamans lived in the distance, he still could not figure out just why Eternal Li Mountain was so familiar. However, he was certain that he had never heard of this mountain before.
When Su Ming returned to the valley, he received a grand welcome. All the remaining Shamans walked out of their cave abodes, and once they saw Su Ming, all of them knelt down on the ground and worshipped him.
"We are the abandoned ones. We call ourselves the Fated Kin. Greetings, Sir Mo Su!"
Hundreds of people knelt down and hundreds of voices fused together to form a wave of sound that reverberated in the air. There was sincerity and gratitude in those voices, along with zealous reverence.
To them, Su Ming's appearance was like a beacon of light in the darkness, like a ray of hope in the midst of despair.
Su Ming slowly descended from midair and stood before the group of people who called themselves Fated Kin. He looked at this group of people who were dressed in rags and were mostly as thin as sticks, and saw the excitement and respect in their eyes.
"Why do you call yourselves Fated Kin?" Su Ming asked calmly.
Nan Gong Hen was also kneeling on the ground. At that moment, he lifted his head and spoke resolutely. "We were abandoned by the Shamans. We have no future, no hope. It's better for us to create our own future and control our own hope. It's the same as controlling our own fate. That's why … we call ourselves Fated Kin!"
Su Ming fell silent and looked at this person once again. He saw that besides zealousness and respect in their eyes, there was also a determination that burned like fire. That determination was a desire to control their own fate, a desire to become powerful warriors who could decide their own fate. They wanted to let the Shamans who had abandoned them know that they … no longer needed anyone's pity or help. They were Fated Kin!
There were very few old people among them. Besides those in the prime of their lives, most of them were young children. These children were born in this place, and in their minds, the Shaman Tribe was just a name. They grew up witnessing the deaths of their tribe members. They might still be children, but when they looked at Su Ming, their gazes were filled with zealous respect, and they were also filled with determination!
This was a race that was forced out by fate. This was a race that had nothing to do with the Shamans, and they had their own will, something that the Shamans did not possess!
That will was still weak, but if the Fated Kin were given enough time to grow stronger, then once that will grew, then this race would become incredibly terrifying!
"We are willing to serve you as our master, and from now on, we will only obey your orders!" Nan Gong Hen gritted his teeth, and as he spoke in a low voice, all the Fated Kin kneeling behind him spoke the same words.
"We are willing to serve you as our master, and we will only obey your orders!"
That voice was like a raging wave that reverberated in all directions, lingering for a long time.
Su Ming remained silent for a moment, then asked slowly after some time, "If the Fated Kin has a master, can we still be called Fated Kin?"
Nan Gong Hen paused for a moment before he spoke once again. "We are willing to serve you as our sacred spirit and worship your sacred statue for all eternity!"
Nan Gong Hen paused for a moment before he spoke again. "How many years has it been since I disappeared?" Su Ming avoided Nan Gong Hen's request and asked the question he wanted to know.
"It has been fifteen years since you disappeared …" Nan Gong Hen said in a low voice.
"Shaman City has turned into ruins, and the terrain of one million lis has changed. You stayed here, but have the others left? Just what happened in this place during these fifteen years? "Su Ming's gaze was grave as he looked at Nan Gong Hen. This was his final goal in coming to this valley!
Nan Gong Hen's face was filled with anguish. After a moment of silence, he spoke languidly.
"Fifteen years ago, three months after you disappeared …" The moment Nan Gong Hen said those words, the small snake on Su Ming's shoulder suddenly lifted its head. Its shut eyes flew open, and at the same time a freezing glare appeared within them, it let out a piercing howl. A brutal look appeared in its eyes, and it was looking at a sealed cave abode within the valley! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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