Su Ming left Scour Sieve Island, and behind him was a bald crane with a fawning look on its face.
There was also Mo Luo, who was not completely dead, but whose world had collapsed under the crane's claws. His fight against Su Ming had caused his power to crumble, and Su Ming's strength was etched into his bones.
Yet even so, even though he was afraid of death, even though he was terrified, he was confident in his future development if he survived. He was confident that with his intelligence and his methods, he would be able to make a comeback sooner or later.
But … the crane's appearance made him doubt his own intelligence, and his world crumbled because of it. He could not imagine that he would be deceived by such a filthy bald crane, and he had even been continuously worshiping it over the past few years to curry its favor.
Now that he thought about it, when he met that shameless bald crane in the past, all of its actions and all of its so-called mercy were fake!
It was clearly a show, an act, and he had actually believed it …
Su Ming could sense Mo Luo's thoughts, but he did not care about it. He walked in midair, and Scour Sieve Island behind him was in dead silence. The ground was covered in blood, and it had turned into a dead island!
Before Su Ming left, he cut down a mountain and turned it into a gigantic stone monument. He placed it at the center of the island, at the most eye-catching spot!
Su Ming left a row of words on that stone monument. Each word was written with blood, and they exuded a heinous murderous aura and killing intent that intimidated the people from Eastern Wastelands who might come to this island in the future!
"Those who offend South Morning will be killed no matter how far away you are! This place is the first warning for those who offend South Morning from Eastern Wastelands! "
Su Ming left his name at the end of those words.
"Su Ming of South Morning!"
He knew that after this battle, his name would spread through the entire sea. This was the effect he wanted. This sort of intimidation was what he did for the Land of South Morning.
Once he left that stone monument behind, Su Ming walked towards Southern Swamp Island. He did not intend to stay for long in the Dead Sea that existed between South Morning and Eastern Wastelands. He wanted to return to the ninth summit first and see how it was doing. He wanted to see whether there was any news of Hu Zi there.
Only after that would he head to Eastern Wastelands!
There was a long black blade in his storage bag at that moment. There was a wisp of fog on that blade, and that shadow had the blade as its body. Once Su Ming took it away, it was still trembling in his storage bag.
Su Ming was familiar with the woman's shadow. It was also because of this shadow that he did not kill Mo Luo straightaway but brought him to Southern Swamp Island!
That figure was naturally the bracelet eldest senior brother Su Ming had given him in the past. It was also one of the three hundred Shaman Souls of Nine Li!
"I still have to ask Zong Ze if he was taken away by Eldest Senior Brother back then. If that's the case, why would this item appear in Mo Luo's hands?
Perhaps this is a clue to find Eldest Senior Brother! " Su Ming mumbled and brought with him the bald crane, who did not dare to leave and only followed behind him in fear. They turned into a long arc in the sky and left into the distance.
When dusk arrived, Su Ming returned to Southern Swamp Island. At that moment, the protective screen of light around the island had become much thicker, and the island's Rune was also being repaired at a faster pace. They were trying to make the Rune complete once again so that they could sink to the bottom of the sea to avoid disaster.
Su Ming's return did not attract too much attention. Instead, once he stepped onto the island, he charged towards Zong Ze. The instant Zong Ze saw Su Ming, he felt a thick, bloody stench crashing into his face, and he also saw the sealed and imprisoned Mo Luo!
His impression of Mo Luo was incredibly deep. After all, he had lost to this person in the past. When he saw him now, a huge storm raged in Zong Ze's heart.
He did not expect that Su Ming would return so soon, neither did he expect that Su Ming would truly be able to destroy the entire Scour Sieve Island. In the midst of his shock, when he looked towards Su Ming, the complicated feelings in his heart grew even stronger.
When Su Ming asked about the three hundred Shaman Souls and the bracelet Autumn Sea Tribe had forcefully left behind, Zong Ze told him the truth, even though his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
"I will leave tomorrow. Senior Zong Ze, please take care of Cang Lan and Zi Yan. I will thank you for this." Before Su Ming left Zong Ze's cave abode, his footsteps came to a halt, and he turned around to look at Zong Ze before he wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed towards him.
Zong Ze nodded and looked at Su Ming's departing figure. With mixed feelings in his heart, he sighed and disappeared from his cave abode, only to return the next morning.
He charged all the way to Scour Sieve Island and saw the blood on the island as well as the stone monument erected there. This scene turned into a huge impact on him, and in the midst of his shock, he became even more mindful of Su Ming's request to take care of Cang Lan and Zi Yan.
He did not have much time left in his life, and he was not afraid of death coming early, but because of this, respect towards Su Ming grew within him. This respect was the reason why he treated Su Ming's words seriously.
Early in the morning, before Zong Ze returned, Su Ming had already left Southern Swamp Island. With Fang Cang Lan's divine abilities and Arts, Su Ming saw Scour Sieve's memories, and he also found the reason why the bracelet Shaman Souls his eldest senior brother had taken away would appear in his hands.
Once he learned of everything, Su Ming left with a dark expression on his face. Before he left, Zi Yan went to look for him and asked him about Zi Che's whereabouts before she left dejectedly.
Su Ming left, bringing with him the bald crane that did not dare leave. He turned into a long arc and disappeared into the sky. Behind him was a person standing on Southern Swamp Island. She watched him quietly, and when Su Ming left into the distance, when she could no longer see him, she sighed softly in anguish …
Su Ming returned to the ninth summit and flew back to South Morning. He had guessed that his slaughter in Scour Sieve Island would bring about a shock, but he did not expect that this shock would soon turn into a violent gust of wind that would sweep through the entire Eastern Wastelands Sea!
On the third day after Su Ming left Scour Sieve Island, six long arcs flew towards him from the distance. There were men and women among them, and as they chatted with each other, they closed in on the island.
"That's Scour Sieve Island. The gathering will be held here. I'm familiar with senior Scour Sieve, when the time comes …" One of the six people spoke with a smile on his face, and with a smug look on his face, he closed in on the crowd, but the instant he got close, his words came to an abrupt halt.
A thick stench of blood wafted into their noses, and the entire island fell into dead silence. The six people's faces were filled with shock. As they stepped onto the island, the ground was covered in sticky blood that had yet to dry, causing their breathing to quicken and their faces to instantly turn pale.
The ground was covered in blood, and the entire place was in ruins. There was also an endless amount of mangled corpses, turning the place into hell in an instant. The aura of death surrounded the area, and as the six people's faces turned pale, their bodies trembled. They widened their eyes, and in the midst of their shock, they saw the gigantic stone monument erected on the island!
Once they saw the stone monument, the six people left Scour Sieve Island without any hesitation. A huge storm raged in their hearts, and in their minds, the only thing that appeared at the same time were the blood-red words on the stone monument and Su Ming's name!
Several days later, another group of people came to join the Scour Sieve Festival, but after a moment, all of their expressions changed drastically. There was fear in their pale faces, and they quickly fled.
Gradually, more people came to know about Scour Sieve Island, and more people came to know about the South Morning's Su Ming!
From then on, the island that was filled with blood and death turned into a warning that struck terror in all the Cultivators beyond Eastern Wastelands' seas!
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