The sky filled with rain would never be clear again. A layer of dark clouds hung heavily over the endless sea, causing all those who saw it to feel oppressed. The normal people might have already died, and even if they were lucky enough to survive the disaster, they would never be able to see the clear blue sky again. All they could see … was a layer of darkness.
If anyone wanted to see the clear blue sky, then they would have to possess a certain level of cultivation and be able to fly through the layers of clouds. Only then would they be able to see the sky that was covered by the clouds.
However, while flying under the clouds was easy, moving through the layers of clouds that were filled with the power of lightning and filled with the power to tear them apart was definitely not an easy task. Not only did it place an incredibly high requirement on the physical body, those who had not reached the Berserker Soul Realm would also find it difficult to withstand the rumbling thunder in the clouds for too long.
The thick layer of clouds covered the land of the Shamans in the past, and it also covered the land of Berserkers …
Besides the seawater, there was no end to the land … Only a large dark shadow could be seen vaguely in the east under the curtain of rain. It looked like the Eastern Wastelands, and further into the distance … was empty.
It was as if the Land of South Morning no longer existed.
At that moment, under the tumbling, dark clouds in the dark sky and the curtain of rain, there were three figures charging forward. They turned into three long arcs that charged through the sky and earth.
The three of them had panicked expressions on their faces. At that moment, they were fleeing into the distance at full speed. There were two men and one woman among them. They were dressed in normal clothes, and there was nothing too outstanding about their appearances. Only their levels of cultivation were above average. The strongest man looked like he was halfway to becoming a Latter Shaman, and the other man was around the later stage of the Medial Shaman Realm.
However, strangely, the woman among the three was a Berserker, and she did not bother to hide it. The ripples of power coming from her body in the Bone Sacrifice Realm were very clear, and by the looks of it, she was most likely in the later stage of the Bone Sacrifice Realm.
With their power, even if they ran into a normal powerful Berserker who had just become a Latter Shaman, they could still put up a fight, albeit with great difficulty. They might not be able to win, but if they worked together, one of them could still escape.
But at this moment, the three of them were moving at an incredible speed. They whistled across the sea, and from their expressions of shock and their extreme speed, it was obvious that they were fleeing for their lives!
Behind the three of them, there were two rays of light chasing after them. It was an old man and a young man. The old man's expression was indifferent, and he did not move at all. His feet were in the air, and the young man behind him had a proud expression as he looked at the three people fleeing in the distance with disdain.
"Master, are these three fools? They clearly know that it's impossible for them to survive, so why are they still running for their lives? If it were me, I would simply fight to the death!" The young man glanced at the old man beside him and asked.
"Because I gave them hope." The old man said faintly. His expression was calm, as if there were too many things in the world that could not affect him.
"With Master's power, killing these three people is as easy as flipping over your palm …" The young man frowned.
"These three people are just bait. It would have been fine if I didn't come out, but since I brought you out to hunt, then we might as well hunt more. As they flee, they will continue calling for help and will attract more people from the Land of South Morning. By doing so, we can also gather enough war points for you to enter Scour Sieve Palace during the Scour Sieve Festival." The old man remained indifferent, as if he had everything in his control.
"So this is fishing?" A cruel smile appeared on the young man's face. As he looked at the three people fleeing before him, his smile grew wider.
"Scour Sieve Festival …" An expectant look appeared on the young man's face. It was as if those words held a great attraction for him.
"Before the Scour Sieve Festival half a year later, a large number of our people will come to the Barren Swamp of South Morning to collect the spirit in this place. That's why we have to stagger the time and come earlier."
As the Master and disciple spoke, the surface of the sea beneath the three people fleeing before them suddenly exploded. As the seawater splashed everywhere, four people charged up. Those four people were incredibly quick, and when they charged into the sky, they turned into four people.
These four people were all middle-aged. Three of them were Berserkers, and one of them was a Shaman. The instant these four people appeared, all of their power erupted from their bodies. Almost at the instant they appeared, the three people fleeing before them also froze for an instant before they tumbled backwards without any hesitation and charged towards the old and young man with the other four people.
"You're just Medial Shamans in the Bone Sacrifice Realm, and you dare ambush me?" The old man said flatly. At the same time disdain appeared in his eyes, he lifted his right hand and pushed down on the sea beneath him.
With that one push, the seawater roared and stirred up huge waves. Those waves surged into the sky and instantly enveloped the entire area. As booming sounds and screams of pain reverberated in the air, the moment the waves disappeared, five of the seven people exploded and turned into flesh and blood that spilled into the sea. The other two, a man and a woman, coughed out blood and retreated swiftly with grief on their faces, once again fleeing at full speed.
The old man stood where he was and shook his head.
"The people of South Morning are so weak that they can't even withstand a single blow. Let's go. Kill another three hundred of them, and you'll have enough war points," the old man said flatly and continued chasing after the two people before him.
The young man looked at his master with a face full of worship and hurriedly followed behind.
…..
In the depths of the Dead Sea, some distance away from this place, in the darkness, a powerful ray of light suddenly appeared and disappeared. The place where the light disappeared came from at the bottom of the sea. It came from a door that gave off a feeling of decay.
That door was about to crumble. Once the light disappeared, a person appeared.
That person was Su Ming!
Su Ming was submerged at the bottom of the Dead Sea. He turned his head around and cast a glance at the door. After some time, he charged towards the surface of the sea above him. There was not much light in the Dead Sea. There were plenty of ferocious creatures in it, but the instant Su Ming flew out, a hint of purple light spread out from his body, causing all the ferocious creatures around him to shudder and swiftly avoid him. It was as if Su Ming had turned into an incredibly terrifying existence to them at that moment.
Su Ming charged through the Dead Sea quietly, and he was so quick that a vortex appeared at the bottom of the sea. That vortex rumbled, and even the surface of the sea started rotating slowly. After a moment, the surface of the sea exploded, and as booming sounds reverberated in the air, Su Ming rushed out from the bottom of the sea.
Seawater surged up and fused with the curtain of rain in the sky before it scattered on the ground once again. Su Ming stood on the surface of the sea and looked at his surroundings. There was an endless expanse of emptiness around him, causing him to remain silent for a long time.
'South Morning … should no longer exist.' Su Ming's gaze fell on the south. That was where the land of Berserkers was located, and that was also where the ninth summit was located.
As Su Ming looked around, a deep sense of longing appeared in his eyes. He missed the ninth summit, missed his Master, missed his eldest senior brother, second senior brother, and Hu Zi.
"Twenty years …" Su Ming mumbled. It had been twenty years since he left the ninth summit. At this moment, he, who had just returned from the frozen world, had an incredibly strong desire to go to the land of Berserkers, to the ninth summit, and to see everything that had happened in the past.
In the midst of his thoughts, Su Ming turned into a long arc and charged through the world, charging towards the direction of the land of Berserkers.
He did not bother hiding his power. His presence that surged into the sky, his astonishing speed, and the chilling aura that had existed within his body for several years caused all those who noticed him to feel their hearts tremble as he flew.
Even those who had reached the Berserker Soul Realm or Latter Shaman Realm would feel a mighty pressure if they sensed the presence coming from Su Ming's body at that moment, and that feeling could turn their hearts into palpitations!
Su Ming charged forward without stopping. His gaze fell on the surface of the sea beneath him, and he saw the islands floating on the surface of the sea!
'The Land of South Morning was torn to pieces during the crash … It either collapsed and sank to the bottom of the sea, or turned into numerous islands. The terrain of the entire Land of South Morning has been completely changed.'
Su Ming shook his head. With a flash, he disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already far away, heading towards the land of Berserkers in the past. Just as he was about to continue moving forward, he suddenly came to a halt and turned his head to cast a glance at the surface of the sea in the distance.
'That's …' Su Ming was momentarily stunned, and he changed his direction.
…..
There was an island on the Dead Sea. That island looked incredibly small and was filled with mountain rocks. There was not a single hint of vegetation on it, and it looked completely bare.
There were originally no islands here. In fact, there were no islands in the area around the Land of South Morning in the past. However, after the disaster, islands gradually appeared.
There were less than twenty people living on the island. There was a faint layer of light enveloping the island, forming a simple defense. These dozen something people built a few simple cave abodes on the island and lived there.
Their cave abodes were located in a valley, and there was a statue on the cliff above the valley. That statue had been roughly carved out by someone, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a man with long hair.
The man had his head lifted and was looking into the distance. He held a huge bow in his right hand, but his face was indistinct and could not be seen clearly.
Two old men were sitting cross-legged on the mountain rocks right under the man's statue. These two people were dressed in rags, and their faces were ancient. They had their eyes closed as they meditated. Wisps of smoke spread out from the cave abodes in the valley. That was the people in the tribe preparing food.
To this small tribe of nearly twenty people, ever since they gathered on the island, their lives had been passing by like this.
Before long, the people walked out of the cave abodes. There were men and women, young and old among them. Once they arrived at the top of the valley, they knelt down before the statue and worshiped it in low whispers.
"We Fated Kin were born in Barren Sky. We originally did not have a future, because we had to create a future … We will worship Respected Senior Mo until we no longer exist …"
"Respected Senior Mo is the sky, and we are the spirits. Our words of worship will never change for generations to come …"
"We will gather at the foot of Sky River Mountain. All Fated Kin must remember this … search for Sky River Mountain …"
They worshiped the statue every single day. Rain or shine did not stop them during the past few years, and nothing could interrupt their devout ritual.
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