Su Ming appeared in midair above the island. He looked at the people on the island. Their faces were rather familiar to him. These people were the Fated Kin from the World of Nine Yin.
When Su Ming saw them, a smile appeared on his face. He moved, and as if the screen of light did not exist, he moved through it and entered the island.
His arrival did not attract any attention from the people worshiping the statue in the valley. Su Ming stood on a mountain rock on the island and looked at the statue worshiped by the people in the valley not too far away.
Although the statue was blurry, he could still recognize that it was him.
'Fated Kin …' In the depths of Su Ming's heart, this race that was born in the World of Nine Yin once again formed a deep impression in his heart. It was not that bad when he was in the World of Nine Yin. After all, at that time, Su Ming was incredibly important to them.
However, in truth, Su Ming did not care whether they would keep to the promise they made all those years ago after they came out. However, when he saw these dozen something Fated Kin still keeping to the promise and worshiping him, not only did his impression of this race deepen, he also had a slightly different feeling towards them.
The words of worship, the words' Respected Senior Mo ', and the fact that they did not forget to gather together in Sky River Mountain made Su Ming sigh with emotion. His gaze gathered on his statue, and just as he was about to walk out …
He suddenly frowned and leaped past the Fated Kin who were still worshiping him to look at the sky in the distance.
At this moment, in the sky hundreds of kilometers away from this small island, the man and the woman who were being chased by the old man from the Eastern Wasteland looked sad. They could not see the hatred between them because they were born in the witch and barbarian tribes.
"Ya Mu, what should we do..? The Remains of the Barren Island is right in front of us …" The female Berserker bit her bottom lip. Her face was pale, and there was even blood trickling down the corners of her mouth.
"Sir Zong Ze and Sir Yun Lai are still in isolation, or else there's no way they would let this Eastern Wasteland Berserker in the Berserker Soul Realm act so arrogantly here! If this person had dared to come before the catastrophe, he would have died without a doubt! " The man called Ya Mu had grief on his face. This person was the young man Su Ming had gotten to know in Autumn Sea Tribe all those years ago - Ya Mu!
However, he was now middle-aged, and there were some white hairs on both sides of his temples.
"The people of the Eastern Wastelands have always been arrogant and conceited. This person has been chasing us all the way, but he hasn't killed all of us. He must be trying to lure out the other people from our two races …
We can't go back to our island. We can't let the people of the Eastern Barren Territory know where we are … In front of us is the Relic Barren Island. Let's go there! "Ya Mu looked determined.
"But there are also some people who call themselves Fated Kin living on the barren island in the Remains of the Barren Island … We …"
"I can't be bothered anymore!" Ya Mu's body swayed and he changed his direction, heading straight for the Relic Barren Island in his memory.
Under the premise that the old man and the young man didn't want to chase too much, Ya Mu and the woman quickly approached the Remains Swamp Barren Island after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Slowly, a barren island appeared before their eyes.
As the two of them swiftly closed in and flew into midair above the small island, they saw the twenty or so Fated Kin in the screen of light below them worshiping the statue.
They were not unfamiliar with that statue. In truth, they had come here two years ago in an attempt to persuade the Shamans in this place to go to Southern Swamp Island with them. That was one of the biggest islands in the area after the calamity.
However, these people's indifference towards them caused their attempt to persuade them to go to failure. To Ya Mu, these Shamans were all incredibly strange. They called themselves Fated Kin, and they worshiped some Respected Senior Mo. That Respected Senior Mo was the person carved on the statue.
What made Ya Mu even stranger was that the person in the statue looked rather familiar to him, but due to the roughness of the statue and its indistinct appearance, he could not identify the source of that sense of familiarity.
Almost the moment Ya Mu and the woman arrived on the barren island, the two of them did not notice Su Ming standing on a mountain rock on the island and looking at them.
'Ya Mu …' Su Ming thought that the man on the screen of light was slightly familiar. Once he thought about it carefully, he recognized that person. Similarly, he had also noticed the old man chasing after him behind Ya Mu, who had a terrified look on his face.
'A Berserker in the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm.' Su Ming decided that he might as well not walk out. Instead, he sat down cross-legged on the mountain rock and started watching calmly.
"My friends from the Land of South Morning, Fated Kin. I am Ya Mu, a former member of Autumn Sea Tribe. Right now, I am a third grade guard of Southern Swamp Island. I came here two years ago." Ya Mu forced down the panic in his heart outside the screen of light and wrapped his fist in his palm to bow towards the dozen something people on the valley.
The woman from the Berserker Tribe beside him also wrapped her fist in her palm.
"Right now, there are powerful enemies chasing after us. My friends from the Fated Kin, please open the screen of light and let us seek refuge once again …" When Ya Mu said these words, he also felt that he had gone a little overboard. This was the same as luring his enemies to this place, but he had no other choice. He could either die, or borrow the help of the Fated Kin. Then perhaps he would have a chance of survival.
As for returning to Southern Swamp Island, he did not even think about it. He knew that the people from Eastern Wastelands had been searching for the islands where the survivors of the calamity resided. Every single time they found one, a bloody massacre would ensue.
Southern Swamp Island was one of the big islands in this region. The powerful Shamans and Berserkers had cast an Art to cover it up, which was why it could be preserved. No one would be able to know the location of the island. In fact, there was a seal placed on all the people who left the island. If anyone tried to forcefully search through their memories, then those memories would instantly crumble.
"The people chasing after us are from Eastern Wastelands. They are the mortal enemies of the Land of South Morning. All those who run into us from the Land of South Morning will kill them and take their souls … We were forced into a corner. My friends from the Fated Kin, please help us. Even if we leave now, this island will be exposed …" As Ya Mu spoke in anguish, the people on the valley behind the screen of light lifted their heads and looked at the two of them coldly.
There was no fear or dread on the Fated Kin's faces. Compared to the things they had gone through in their lives, what was happening before their eyes was insignificant.
After all, their enemies were still humans, and not the Sacred Bats, Drifting Roamers, or Spirits of Nine Yin …
An old man walked out from among the dozen something Fated Kin. His gaze was like lightning, and his level of cultivation was the same as Ya Mu's. He was also a Medial Shaman who had reached the peak of the peak, and he was already half a step away from becoming a Latter Shaman.
He first cast an aloof glance at Ya Mu and the woman, then with a wave of his arm, a crack immediately appeared on the screen of light beneath Ya Mu.
Ya Mu and the woman did not hesitate. They quickly crawled into the crack and stepped onto the island. When the screen of light closed up once again, an old man could be seen in the sky in the distance. Behind him was a boy, and they were walking slowly through the air towards them.
Once Ya Mu arrived on the valley, he swept his gaze past the Fated Kin around him. All of them had incredibly aloof expressions on their faces, and when they looked at the two of them, it was as if they were looking at air.
This sort of gaze made the woman beside Ya Mu instinctively take a few steps back.
Ya Mu did not have a lot of understanding towards the Fated Kin, but he was slightly more knowledgeable than the woman. He knew that every single member of this strange race was a Shaman. They worshiped Respected Senior Mo and did not want to come into contact with the outside world. They kept themselves to themselves.
Aside from that, he knew nothing else.
In the face of the Fated Kin's aloof gazes, Ya Mu immediately took a step forward and wrapped his fist in his palm before bowing deeply towards the gigantic statue before him.
"I am Ya Mu of Southern Swamp Island. Greetings, Respected Senior Mo's statue. May the Respected Senior Mo live for many generations to come, and may the Gods never cease to exist!"
The woman beside Ya Mu also immediately took a few steps forward and bowed to him as well.
When they saw the two of them doing this, the expressions of the Fated Kin gradually became gentler, but they were still as cold as ever.
"Respected Senior Mo is not a God, but a God of our race who is even stronger than Gods. There will only be benefits to you if you worship him, there will be no harm in it," the old man who had spoken just now said languidly at that moment.
Ya Mu did not agree with those words in his heart, but his expression was solemn. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the old Fated Kin lift his right hand. Immediately, light shone in his hand, and a black bow manifested in the span of a breath.
At that moment, a middle-aged man walked out from among the Fated Kin beside him. Thumping sounds came from his body, and as he lifted his right hand, a similarly large bow appeared in his hand.
Soon after, Ya Mu and the man, who had never seen Fated Kin attack before, immediately saw four people walk out from among the dozen something people. Their presences spread out, and they found that all of them were Soul Catchers!
They were Medial Soul Catchers, and they had even reached the later stage of the Medial Shaman Realm. They might not have attained great completion, but Soul Catchers were powerful to begin with, and they were rare!
While Ya Mu was stunned, another four people walked out from among the dozen something people and stood beside the old man and the middle-aged man with the large bow. Their presences spread out, and he found out that they were Spirit Mediums!
"There are three teenagers among the nineteen people, and among the remaining sixteen, there are four Soul Catchers, four Spirit Mediums, and two Battle Shamans …" Ya Mu sucked in a sharp breath. Even before the disaster, only middle-sized tribes could bring out such a group, and all of them were Medial Shamans.
Yet before he could finish sucking in that breath, he immediately widened his eyes, because he saw another four people walk out from among the remaining people!
These four people closed their eyes before the crowd, lifted their hands, and the power of Thought Soothsayers spread out swiftly.
"Thought Soothsayers!" Ya Mu instinctively took a step back, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"Four Thought Soothsayers, four Soul Catchers, four Spirit Mediums, two Battle Shamans … I can't believe that there are actually powerful Berserkers among the nineteen people!" Ya Mu knew just how powerful Thought Soothsayers were. When he saw that the four Thought Soothsayers were all Medial Shamans in the later stage, he could not help but be stunned.
What caused him to be in even greater disbelief was that these people were still as aloof as ever, and there was also a thick, murderous aura around them. That murderous aura was definitely not something that could be born overnight. It was something that could only appear after a long period of continuous slaughter and madness in a unique environment!
It was especially so when Ya Mu saw the same thick, murderous aura around the three children. Suddenly, a deep sense of wariness rose within him towards the mysterious Fated Kin who had suddenly appeared over the past few years.
'Just … where did they come from?'
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