No Fated Kin in the valley noticed Su Ming's departure. He might have disappeared, but the wisp of divine sense he left in this place allowed him to sense everything in this place. If anything happened while he was away, he could warp and use the shortest amount of time possible to rush back.
As for the crimson dragon, the faint ripples of pain coming from its body made thick anger burn in Su Ming's heart. The crimson dragon might have been created by Hong Luo, but it had returned without any hesitation once it saw Su Ming during the treasure gambling event in the World of Nine Yin, which was a telling sign of its loyalty.
It stayed by Su Ming's side all the way until he stepped into the Candle Dragon's carcass, and the crimson dragon continued waiting outside until something unexpected happened. Su Ming could already imagine all of this. This so-called accident was definitely connected to the old Spirit of Nine Yin he had rented in the past.
He had to save the crimson dragon. Even if he had experienced the strength of the Spirits of Nine Yin in the past, as the crimson dragon's master, Su Ming could not give up on it due to danger.
Because he could not find his home, Su Ming valued relationships!
Because his family was not around, Su Ming valued relationships!
There was no relationship between him and the crimson dragon, but since it was loyal to him, Su Ming would not give up on it out of fear.
'Spirits of Nine Yin …' Su Ming charged forward in midair and turned into a long arc. A freezing glare shone in his eyes, and as he lifted his right hand, Han Mountain Bell manifested on his palm.
His gaze fell on the bell, and in silence, Su Ming looked at the strand of hair of the first God of Berserkers on his finger. There was not much of it left, but with a resolute look on his face, he traveled even faster.
Once he finished nourishing his Nascent Divinity, his speed became much faster than before, especially when he used the Art of Warping. The long arc that shot through the air would occasionally disappear and reappear in the world even further away.
After several hours, Su Ming arrived at a swamp from the Fated Kin's valley. This swamp did not exist fifteen years ago, but by then, it covered an area of several hundreds of thousands of feet. Occasionally, bubbles would pop up from the swamp, and once they burst, they would turn into a layer of green fog that surrounded the swamp, causing all those who got closer to it to see that it was shrouded in fog.
Su Ming did not go to the land of Spirits of Nine Yin rashly. Instead, he came to this place. This was the place where the Poison Corpse in the Berserker Soul Realm was located in the picture in his divine sense.
If he wanted to go to the Spirits of Nine Yin, then Su Ming had to make the strongest preparations possible. After all, he had experienced just how powerful the Spirits of Nine Yin were in the past.
At this moment, he was standing in mid-air above the swamp. He lowered his head, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. His gaze pierced through the fog below and sank into the swamp. A familiar wave came from the swamp.
At the same time, a muffled roar suddenly reverberated in the air, as if it had come from the swamp. When it shook the fog in the area, there was a hint of brutality in that roar, as if it was incredibly displeased with Su Ming's divine sense.
"Fifteen years of rare freedom has given birth to a new consciousness in you … You dare to see me and not come out! I could capture you when you were still alive, and now that you've gained new consciousness, you're still the same, "Su Ming said flatly. He lifted his right hand and pushed down on the swamp on the ground.
Golden light shone brilliantly on Su Ming's body, and a huge force shot out from his right hand, charging straight into the swamp. Muffled booming sounds reverberated in the air, and the mark of a gigantic palm sunk into the swamp. That palm was created by Su Ming's force.
As the swamp trembled and the palm continued sinking downwards, low roars came from the swamp with increasing intensity. After a moment, when the palm was about several hundreds of feet down and the swamp seemed to have sunk in deeply, a green palm shot out from the swamp. Once it crashed into Su Ming's palm that was sinking downwards, it let out a shocking bang.
The swamp looked as if it had collapsed. As a large amount of mud splashed everywhere, the puppet Su Ming was searching for still did not come out. It was as if it had been avoiding him, and this was an instinctive action!
"You're not coming out, huh?" A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He spread out his divine sense at full power and charged into the swamp. He swiftly charged in, and as he swept his gaze through the area, he saw countless human and beast skeletons. He also saw a figure squatting in the depths of the swamp. Its eyes shone with a dark light, and it was roaring.
Su Ming did not hesitate. His divine sense charged towards the figure, and in an instant, he enveloped it. He immediately noticed that the mark he had left in the past was still there, but it was incredibly dull. Clearly, it had been frequently attacked by the puppet over the years.
"Poison Corpse, return!" Su Ming whispered. With his divine sense, he guided the mark he had left behind in the past, and the figure immediately started trembling viciously. Its roars became even louder, and it started moving swiftly in the depths of the swamp, as if it wanted to avoid Su Ming's divine sense.
However, the strength of Su Ming's divine sense was not something that the puppet could avoid or hide from. After a moment, the figure seemed to have endured the pain. As it roared, a murderous aura appeared, and it charged towards the surface of the swamp without regard for anything else.
A green figure rushed out of the swamp, and with a foul stench and the aura of corpses, it charged towards Su Ming in the span of a breath.
Su Ming stood in midair with a calm expression on his face. At the instant the green figure closed in on him, he lifted his right hand and swung it forward. Immediately, a large amount of lightning arcs appeared out of nowhere and swam swiftly around his body. There was also a large amount of lightning arcs flashing in the sky as the drizzle continued falling.
As Su Ming swung his arm, the lightning arcs left his body and gathered towards the green figure from all around him. In the blink of an eye, they crashed into each other, and a thunderous rumble rang out. From the distance, the green figure looked as if it could attract lightning itself. An endless amount of lightning dragons crawled out of nowhere around it, and all of them came crashing down on it with loud rumbles!
The green figure let out a muffled groan, but it did not care about the lightning bolts crashing down on it. With lightning sparks all over its body, it did not stop moving. In an instant, when it was less than thirty feet away from Su Ming, it coughed out a mouthful of poisonous fog. That poisonous fog was black and green, and it spread out as if it had erupted, instantly enveloping Su Ming within it.
Immediately, the spot where Su Ming was previously was surrounded by poisonous fog. That poison was so strong that it looked as if it had a life of its own, and it continued spreading through the area. The green figure let out a prideful roar, and a murderous glint appeared in its eyes. Just as it was about to rush into the fog, the air behind it that was devoid of fog distorted, and Su Ming walked out.
The moment he walked out, the green figure immediately noticed him. Just as it was about to turn around, Su Ming let out a cold harrumph and lifted his right hand to point at the green figure through the air!
With that one tap, a piercing golden light erupted from the tip of Su Ming's finger. That golden light instantly became the strongest light in the area, and it landed on the green figure's body.
The green figure let out a pained scream and quickly retreated, intending to shrink back into the poisonous fog. Yet before it could do so, Su Ming waved his arm, and a whirlwind appeared. That whirlwind spun rapidly and stirred up an endless amount of violent gusts of wind. It entered the fog slightly faster than the green figure, and as it moved, the large amount of poisonous fog moved along with the whirlwind, causing the green figure to fail in its attempt to fuse into the poisonous fog.
The green figure came to a halt, then turned around and started roaring at Su Ming. It was also at that moment that its appearance was revealed. It was a person covered in green fur. That green fur was like spikes and looked incredibly sharp, and it covered his entire body!
His eyes were shining with a green light, and he was glaring at Su Ming. There was even a tuft of white fur at the center of his brows!
As he breathed, black and green poisonous fog continuously exhaled before it was sucked back in, forming a cycle.
Su Ming could still vaguely tell that this person was the Poison Corpse in the Berserker Soul Realm!
No one knew what sort of serendipity he had obtained during the past fifteen years to turn him into this. The ripples of power from his body were much stronger than in the past, and by the looks of it, he was equivalent to a powerful Berserker in the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm!
It was especially so for the poisonous fog. It was even more shocking, or else Su Ming would not have chosen to warp to avoid it. With just one glance, he could tell that besides the small snake's poison, there was also another unknown poison in the poisonous fog. The fusion of two different poisons caused this poison to be terrifying.
Once the Poison Corpse roared at Su Ming, he no longer attacked, but instead charged towards the swamp on the ground.
Su Ming's expression was calm, but there was a whirlwind spinning around him. That whirlwind could chase away all poisonous fog. He watched the Poison Corpse rushing towards the swamp, but did not stop him. Instead, he lifted his right hand and seized the air. Immediately, a gigantic spiked club manifested in his hand.
Almost at the instant the Poison Corpse rushed into the swamp, Su Ming lifted the spiked club in his right hand. That spiked club instantly grew bigger, and once it was nearly a thousand feet long, Su Ming rammed it into the swamp with a single swing.
A muffled boom that shook the entire area reverberated in the air. The instant the spiked club landed in the swamp, a powerful tremor covered the entire swamp, causing a powerful rebound to erupt from within. That power spread out in an instant, causing the Poison Corpse that had rushed in to be bounced out of the swamp against his will. At the instant he was bounced up, Su Ming closed in on him like a bolt of lightning. He tapped a few times through the air with his right index finger, and all of them landed on the Poison Corpse's chest, causing the Poison Corpse to continuously retreat with terror on his face.
"If I can turn you into a puppet, then I can naturally destroy you as well, but since you've gained intelligence, then make your own decision now. Will you continue following me, or … will you truly die?!" Su Ming stopped moving and enveloped the Poison Corpse with his divine sense. He had sent a few wisps of his own power of Berserker Bones into the Poison Corpse's body just then, and with just a single thought, that power would completely erupt within the Poison Corpse.
The Poison Corpse let out a maddened roar in fear, and the poison fog around his body spread out swiftly. When it enveloped his body, he was just about to flee, but Su Ming smiled coldly. He did not chase after him, but with a single thought, a booming sound immediately came from within the fog.
Once that booming sound rang out six times in succession, Su Ming waved his arm, and a whirlwind spread out from his body. It swept up the fog and disappeared, revealing the Poison Corpse in midair. His body was broken, his eyes were dull, and green blood was flowing out of his mouth.
His face was dispirited, and as he looked at Su Ming, the terror in his eyes grew stronger.
Su Ming looked at the Poison Corpse and said slowly, "Will you die, or will you obey me?"
A conflicted look appeared on the Poison Corpse's face. After some time, he lowered his head and knelt down before Su Ming. He let out whimpering sounds and simply allowed Su Ming's divine sense to rush into his body and fuse with the mark he had left in the past.
Su Ming no longer bothered himself with the Poison Corpse and looked in the direction of the Spirits of Nine Yin. He took a step forward, and the Poison Corpse followed behind him obediently. Occasionally, he would turn his head back to look at the swamp, as if he was reluctant to leave. (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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