"Fifteen years ago … there wasn't just one End Shaman in the World of Nine Yin, there were three! Besides the powerful Shamans from the God of Shamans Temple, there were also people from other tribes.
"At that time, the treasure gambling event had just ended, and there were quite a number of Shamans who had already split up and were prepared to head to the three great places of inheritance …
That's when the nightmare started … "
"I'll never forget that day. The one million lis around Shaman City went through a series of changes. Those changes made it seem as if the entire World of Nine Yin was rejecting outsiders like us.
"The ground trembled and an endless amount of cracks appeared. Sacred Bats flew out from those cracks. The ninth moon in the sky was blood red at that time, and the entire land was illuminated in a blood-red light.
"An endless amount of trees seemed to have come to life. They moved from the ground, and strange, piercing whistles echoed in all directions, as if they were crying.
Rapidly spinning vortexes appeared in the sky, and as they spun, wisps of black light descended from within. When that black light landed on a person's body, it would immediately fuse into that person's soul, causing that person's soul to be separated from their body, and they would turn into Drifting Roamers, one of the three sacred races in this land.
"The Spirits of Nine Yin also went through a change at that time. They no longer followed the promise they made with the Shamans in the past, and instead started killing and banishing all the Shamans in the World of Nine Yin.
"The source of all of this was a plan the Shamans made. It was a plan that the God of Shamans Temple was in charge of, and all the big tribes agreed to it!
"The plan was to completely open the tunnel to the World of Nine Yin so that all the people from the big tribes could enter the World of Nine Yin at the same time without any restrictions!
"The Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands was approaching, and they had to fight against the Berserkers. To obtain the greatest chance of survival and security when the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands covered the entire Land of South Morning, the God of Shamans Temple was in charge of the plan and worked together with all the big tribes and the Immortals in the land of the Shamans!
"They wanted to build a powerful Relocation Rune and turn the World of Nine Yin into a refuge for the big tribes of the Shamans and the God of Shamans Temple when the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands arrived!
"Perhaps the God of Shamans Temple had already prepared this plan a long time ago. Perhaps it wasn't for the sake of refuge in the beginning, but for some other purpose, but at that time, as the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands continued approaching, the God of Shamans Temple and the big tribes finally built this Rune in Shaman City in the World of Nine Yin with the help of the Immortals!
"If you've been to the ruins of Shaman City, you should still be able to see the remnants of the Rune.
The final activation of the Rune led to a series of drastic changes in the World of Nine Yin. When the tunnel was opened and all the people from the big tribes of the Shaman Tribe could enter, the Spirits of Nine Yin cast some sort of divine ability, and the head that was placed on the stone pillar that reached the sky in Shaman City was resurrected …
His resurrection is the beginning of this calamity. "
"The Rune collapsed, the tunnel in the sky was sealed by the Rune, and Shaman City was destroyed … This is what I know and saw. Perhaps there are some secrets that no one else knows about, but I don't know about them.
However, what the Spirits of Nine Yin did not expect was that the Shaman Tribe did not have just one Rune. Instead, they had set it up in three spots in the World of Nine Yin. However … a terrifying storm suddenly appeared, and it caused the Shaman Tribe's plan to completely fail.
Even now, I can't forget that storm. The entire sky was swept up by the wind and sand, turning into a huge figure. Everywhere it passed, all living beings turned into skeletons.
"The other two Runes also shattered one by one. Most of the Shamans in this place managed to escape before the final Rune collapsed, perhaps it was because the people in this place had intentionally left a sliver of hope for them to survive, allowing most of them to escape before the Rune was destroyed …
"But there were still some who did not manage to escape. As the Rune collapsed, they were forced to stay here. After going through a series of deaths and being eliminated, these people gathered together. They were us, who numbered to ten thousand at that time, but now, there are only a few hundred of us left."
Nine moons hung high in the sky. The land was not too dark, but if anyone looked into the distance, they would find that besides some areas around them that were bright and clear from the moonlight, the area in the distance was still covered in a layer of fog. They could not see clearly.
A bonfire burned weakly in the valley. It twisted in the wind, and wisps of green smoke floated into the sky, fusing together with the darkness of the night.
Nan Gong Hen sat beside the bonfire. His low voice echoed in the air, and just like the green smoke, he slowly fused into the darkness.
Su Ming was silent as he sat before him. As he listened to Nan Gong Hen's description of what happened fifteen years ago, pictures of what happened in the past gradually appeared in his head.
His heart was shaken by the Shamans' plan to seek refuge in this place. If the Shamans had truly succeeded, then once the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands ended, the big tribe of the Shamans would not have suffered even the slightest bit of damage.
"Are the Drifting Roamers you speak of a soul that seems to have no intelligence and drifts about on the ground?" Su Ming remembered Ahu, who was in Shaman City, and sighed.
"Those are the most basic Drifting Roamers. They don't have the will they had when they were alive. "Based on my experience of fighting against them during the past fifteen years, Drifting Roamers are a sacred race that lives as parasites.
"They live in the souls of living beings and absorb the power of their souls to grow. When their souls are destroyed, they will have completed their growth. Based on the strength of the souls they live in, they will also have different strengths," Nan Gong Hen said calmly.
"Is there a way to save them?" Su Ming looked at Nan Gong Hen.
"We've experimented before, and we've used all sorts of methods, but to no avail. Once a Drifting Roamer lives in a soul and fuses with it, they will become one with it, and it's difficult to separate them … But I heard that you have Phantom Dais Tribe in the land of Berserkers. It's said that this tribe has great research regarding the Art of the Soul. Perhaps they can." Nan Gong Hen lifted his head and looked at Su Ming. If he still did not know that Su Ming came from the Berserker Tribe, then he would not have been able to become the leader of the Fated Kin in this land.
In truth, once Su Ming no longer wore his mask, his Berserker Mark had already explained everything. Besides, during the battle against Di Tian's servant, the conversations between the two of them and the differences in their Arts had already allowed quite a number of people to see this.
However, they were no longer Shamans. They were Fated Kin. It did not matter where Su Ming came from, even if he was a Berserker.
"These are all the things that happened fifteen years ago. Respected senior Mo, please don't mind what happened during the treasure gambling event. I was indeed unable to make a decision that was detrimental to the God of Shamans Temple at that time …" Nan Gong Hen sucked in a deep breath, got up, and wrapped his fist in his palm to bow towards Su Ming.
"Brother Nan Gong, you don't have to do this." Su Ming shook his head.
"Respected senior Mo, please agree to become our sacred spirit …" Nan Gong Hen bowed once again.
Su Ming hesitated for a moment.
"With your power, you might already be the strongest among all Latter Shamans. Even if you can't compare to an End Shaman, but you will definitely shock the entire Land of South Morning and become one of the powerful warriors!
"We might not be able to leave, but it's difficult for us Fated Kin to survive here. If you give up on us, then before long, all the Fated Kin in this place will die … If I die, then so be it. It's fine, but there are quite a number of children who were born in this place. I …" Nan Gong Hen looked at Su Ming and mumbled under his breath.
Su Ming looked at Nan Gong Hen, and after a long while, he closed his eyes. Time trickled by, and after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he opened his eyes and nodded towards Nan Gong Hen.
"If there's really no way to leave, then I will protect the Fated Kin, but similarly, if I find the way out and return to the Land of South Morning, all of you will still have to do the same.
"Will the Fated Kin agree to this?" Su Ming asked unhurriedly. To him, the existence of the Fated Kin had touched him, and Nan Gong Hen's words had made it impossible for him to reject him too much.
However, if he only gave and did not get anything in return, then this sort of thing was not fair to Su Ming. That was why when Su Ming agreed to it, he also made his own request.
"Fated Kin, you are an abandoned race. We will never forget your kindness, Senior Mo! Once we become sacred spirits, we will obey you forever! "Nan Gong Hen said solemnly.
Su Ming looked at Nan Gong Hen, and after some time, he nodded his head. He got up and walked towards the valley. There was a cave abode in the valley that had been specially made for him.
Nan Gong Hen watched Su Ming leave into the distance, then sucked in a deep breath and cast his gaze towards the sky.
"Can I go back..? It's been fifteen years. She also went missing in the World of Nine Yin. Where is she now..?" Nan Gong Hen mumbled in anguish.
Once Su Ming returned to his cave abode, he sat down cross-legged with a calm expression on his face. With a wave of his arm, the area before him immediately became indistinct. When that indistinct state disappeared, the old man in black robes who had lost all his limbs appeared before him.
"Why do you still call me Destiny?" Su Ming asked unhurriedly.
The old man's face was pale. He had his eyes closed, as if he was in deep sleep. He did not speak a single word.
Su Ming waited for a moment, then lifted his right hand. Immediately, the small virescent sword manifested in his hand. Once Su Ming held it in his hand, he stabbed the old man's chest and neck, then slowly sliced downwards.
"I've planted plants in people a few times in the past. The seeds of those plants would absorb the life force in a person's body and grow through their flesh and blood. All the people I planted those plants in them were in great pain," Su Ming said unhurriedly.
The old man did not move, as if he did not hear anything. It was as if he was still in deep sleep.
"The Immortals can Possess others, that's why you don't care about the torture of your physical body." The small sword in Su Ming's hand had already sliced open a wound the size of a palm on the old man's chest. Blood flowed out, but the old man did not care about it.
"If that's the case, then let's see how strong you are." As Su Ming spoke calmly, he put away the small virescent sword and tapped the old man's wound with two fingers. Immediately, a strong gust of wind charged into the old man's body through the wound.
That gust of wind was the wind that belonged to Su Ming as the Wind Berserker. It swept through the old man's flesh and blood, tearing at his organs nonstop. The pain caused by it made the old man tremble viciously. His eyes flew open, and they were bloodshot as he glared at Su Ming.
"Why do you keep calling me Destiny?" Su Ming looked at the old man and asked flatly.
"Little bastard, if you have any abilities, then use them. I'm not even afraid of death, so why would I be afraid of your little tricks? I'm not going to tell you what you want to know!
"If you really want to know, then go ahead and search my soul. But with your power as a Soul Formation Cultivator, even if I'm as weak as I am right now, you won't be able to search my soul!" The old man endured the pain in his body and grinned coldly with gritted teeth.
Yet even though he looked strong, in truth, his fear towards the future was incredibly strong.
Power outage, power outage, and power outage again. It lasted for two consecutive days, and he was about to go mad. He was about to go mad. Mudan River's electricity industry was going to go to hell! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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