Di Tian's clone was destroyed, and the servant he placed in the land of Berserkers to keep an eye on Su Ming was also captured. All of this caused Su Ming's fate to change drastically.
All of this was the source of the old man's fear. He understood many things, but the more he understood, the more terrified he became. The only thing he could rely on right then was the fact that Su Ming had yet to recover his true memories.
"I have enough patience. If you really don't want to talk, then so be it." Su Ming pressed two of his fingers against the old man's chest once again, and booming sounds immediately came from the old man's body. Right before his eyes, vortexes appeared under his skin.
Those vortexes exploded as they spun rapidly, and whirlwinds swept out from within. This pain made the old man tremble, and large droplets of sweat fell from his forehead.
"I don't need to know everything from you. What I want is to torture you, to torture you endlessly … Honestly, there's not much clear hatred between us. Why do you have to do this?" Su Ming shook his head and lifted his right hand to swing at the old man.
Immediately, the whirlwinds in the old man's body became even more brutal and swept up his organs, as if they were trying to turn his insides into mush. This feeling of being torn apart made the old man let out shrill screams of pain.
These screams of pain continued for most of the night under the bright moon outside the cave abode, causing all the Fated Kin in the valley to hear them clearly.
When the sky gradually brightened, the screams of pain gradually became weaker. Su Ming looked at the old man who was still trembling before him, then lifted his right hand to form a seal and pointed forward. Immediately, Han Mountain Bell manifested, and once it enveloped the old man, bell chimes reverberated in the air.
To the others, those bell chimes were only loud bangs, but to the old man in the bell, they were deafening, as if there were countless people roaring at the same time. It made his head ring, and his body trembled even more violently. In fact, his flesh and blood were being torn apart, and his bones were about to shatter.
"I'll give you enough time to think about it," Su Ming said slowly. He no longer bothered himself with the old man, but instead closed his eyes calmly and immersed himself in nourishing his Nascent Divinity.
His Nascent Divinity had only appeared for a short period of time. If he wanted to bring out the full power of his divine sense, he would need some time to nourish it.
Time trickled by as Su Ming nurtured his Nascent Divinity. In the blink of an eye, a month went by. During that month, all the Fated Kin in the valley could occasionally hear bell chimes and shrill screams of pain.
Su Ming was no longer just using strong gusts of wind to torture the old man. Instead, he used Lightning Arts, Fire Berserker flames, and Curse Arts.
This was not a one-time use, but a gradual progression. Once the other party had adapted to the Wind Tear, he would add in lightning to penetrate their flesh and meridians, making them endure a purgatory that was like a heavenly tribulation.
When the old man was already used to the lightning and wind tearing at him, Su Ming added the Fire Berserker's flames to burn him from inside out, destroy his veins, and torture his flesh and blood, causing the old man to feel a pain that made him wish he was dead.
He wanted to die, but he could not, because Su Ming had not completely broken the Curse in his body. He had left some of it in him, and it could continuously weaken him. He could not self-destruct, and he could not die.
Han Mountain Bell's rumbling also caused the old man to suffer a pain that he had never experienced in his life, a pain that made him feel as if he was submerged in hell.
If Tie Mu had not returned, then this torture and Su Ming's Nascent Divinity's nourishment would have continued, and he would not be able to walk out of his cave abode within a short period of time.
In the end, Tie Mu still could not escape death. On this day, when a light drizzle started falling from the sky outside during dusk, he closed his eyes.
Su Ming had tried to save him, but Tie Mu, who was already at the end of his rope, no longer had any hope of saving him.
Rain poured down. It was not rare to see rain in the World of Nine Yin, and once it appeared, it would last for several months. The entire world would be obscured by the rain, and Su Ming could not see too far into the distance.
The hundreds of Fated Kin in the valley all walked out of their cave abodes. They stood at the bottom of the valley and looked at Tie Mu, who was covered by the rain by his tribesmen. He had his eyes closed and his expression was calm. He did not seem to be in too much pain. Instead, he felt as if he had been released.
It was quiet all around. Even if there were sounds of crying, they were drowned out by the pouring rain.
Su Ming also walked out of his cave abode and stood beside Tie Mu's corpse. As he looked at the familiar face before him, memories of the past surfaced in his mind. He might not have had much contact with Tie Mu, but he could still be considered an old friend.
Su Ming had seen plenty of deaths, but this time, it was slightly different. As he looked at Tie Mu, the scenes of him fighting against him in the past appeared before his eyes.
Nan Gong Hen stood beside Su Ming with grief on his face. He had gone through this sort of thing multiple times during the past fifteen years. He originally thought that he could become numb to it, but at that moment, he realized that he could not become numb to it. How could he become numb to it …
"Senior Tie Mu could have gone out in the past … but to let his tribe leave first, the Rune crumbled, and he could not leave …
"Over the past fifteen years, the other seniors died one by one, and five years ago, senior Tie Mu was the only Latter Shaman left, and now … he has also passed away," Nan Gong Hen whispered softly in anguish.
There was a young man kneeling beside Tie Mu's corpse. That young man's face was filled with grief. He was the boy Nan Gong Hen had brought with him in the past. He had lost his right arm, and as he knelt on the ground, tears fell from his eyes.
Nan Gong Hen remained silent for a moment before he spoke languidly. "Send senior Tie Mu off!"
As he spoke, all the Fated Kin around him knelt down and worshiped him with grief on their faces. The rain was cold as it fell on their bodies, but no one avoided it.
Two Fated Kin walked out from around Tie Mu and carried his corpse on their shoulders. Then, they walked into the distance along the path in the valley.
The young man followed behind them with tears falling from his eyes. Nan Gong Hen cast a glance at Su Ming and also walked in the same direction.
In silence, Su Ming walked into the depths of the valley as the Fated Kin knelt down and worshiped him while facing the rain.
The beast bone altar was located in the depths of the valley. It was also the burial ground for all the Fated Kin who had died during the past fifteen years …
Under the haze of the rain, the eerie white bones and the stone tablets with words on them didn't give off a ghastly aura, but a strong sense of sorrow.
Su Ming did not have a deep impression of that grief, but every single time Nan Gong Hen came to this place, his heart would feel as if it had been pierced deeply.
Once Nan Gong Hen buried Tie Mu and set up a stone monument on his grave, he carved his name and the Fated Kin's name on it. Once he finished carving down all his achievements in his life, Nan Gong Hen bowed quietly and left with grief in his heart.
Su Ming swept his gaze across the altar. The rain became heavier, and in the haze, he could vaguely see the countless heroic souls returning to dust after protecting the people in the valley for the past fifteen years …
Tie Mu's death turned into grief that surrounded all the Fated Kin's hearts, causing all of them to become quiet for the next few days.
As time passed by, the rain outside grew heavier. The sound of the rain falling continued, and the rain fog covered the entire area. The haze became increasingly indistinct, as if it was connecting the sky and earth, turning into a curtain of rain.
Su Ming remained in his cave abode and listened to the pitter-patter of rain outside as he continued immersing himself in his meditation. He continued torturing Di Tian's servant without stopping.
Tie Mu's death did not affect him too much, and neither did the grief that surrounded this place. After all, to him, this was not the place where he had lived for the past fifteen years. There were not many memories of this place left behind.
However, for some unknown reason, there was a depressing feeling in his heart.
'When one dies, they return to their home, and their bones are buried in a foreign land … Even a Latter Shaman can't decide whether he lives or dies … He's still alright. At least he knows where his home is, and he also knows where the path to his home is.
'But where is my home..? Just where is Dark Mountain..? Perhaps Dark Mountain isn't my true home either …
'The elder once told me that I have to go to Berserkers' Realm Mountain, 'Su Ming mumbled, and a dazed look appeared in his eyes. The things he saw in Dark Mountain appeared before his eyes, and they gradually became indistinct.
Time passed by once again, and another month went by. The nourishment of Su Ming's Nascent Divinity slowly reached completion during these two months.
As the nourishment of his Nascent Divinity came to an end, his divine sense also reached its peak. Once he spread it out, he might not be able to cover an area of one million lis, but he could still sense the crimson dragon, the Poison Corpse in Berserker Soul Realm, and Yao Yun Hai's puppet.
On this day, Su Ming's expression was grave as he sat cross-legged. He slowly spread his divine sense outwards, and as it spread in all directions, he placed his focus on sensing the crimson dragon, the puppet, and the Poison Corpse. Gradually, his expression turned dark.
His divine sense covered the entire area, causing Su Ming's will to spread out. As he called out to them, the first thing that responded to him was a wave of ripples that came from the west.
That ripple was incredibly weak. The instant it touched Su Ming's divine sense, his mind became clouded, and a vague picture flashed past his mind.
In that picture was a gigantic palace. That palace was built on a mountain, and there were eight gigantic statues within it. At the center of the statues was a skeleton kneeling on one knee. Its limbs were shackled, and it was nailed deep into the ground.
The thing that responded to Su Ming's ripples was not the statue, neither was it the skeleton. Instead, it was a picture that had been drawn on the ground where the skeleton was!
That picture was protruding out and circling around the ground. It was the crimson dragon that had shrunk down a lot!
However, its color was no longer crimson red. It had become much duller, and pain could be seen on its face. It did not move, and if anyone took a closer look, they would find that the eight statues were standing on the crimson dragon's picture as if they were suppressing it. As for the skeleton's chains that were nailed to the ground, it was also where the crimson dragon's head was!
The picture in Su Ming's head flashed, and once it showed up, it disappeared without a trace. Soon after, a new picture appeared. That picture was of a swamp, and in the depths of that swamp was a pair of green eyes that shone in the darkness. A low roar seemed to travel out, and the picture disappeared.
Su Ming's eyes flew open, and a chilling glint shone within them.
'Spirits of Nine Yin!' He stood up abruptly. Once he left his divine sense on the ground, he took a step out of the cave abode and disappeared in an instant.
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