In the north of Eastern Wastelands was One of the four great forces of power in Eastern Wastelands formed by the twelve tribes of Eastern Wastelands working together ten thousand years ago. The old man who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm from All Entities Clan who had fought against Su Ming in the past was trembling at that moment as he stood in the sky above All Entities Clan. Tens of thousands of Berserkers were kneeling down beneath him, and excitement and anticipation that had never been seen before appeared on their faces.
The old man looked at the distorted sky in midair, then threw his head back and laughed madly. As he laughed, tears of excitement fell from his eyes.
"Our blood is burning, the God of Berserkers is born! We Berserkers … are saved! All the leaders of All Entities Clan, come with me, Tian Qi … to greet the fourth God of Berserkers!
"The Berserkers' counterattack … has arrived!" The old Tian Qi's laughter sounded as if he had gone mad, as if he had been waiting for this day for far too long. On this day, at this moment, the day he had been waiting for for so long, the day that only existed in legends had arrived!
The people from the twelve tribes of All Entities Clan let out roars that shook the sky and earth. Those roars were voices of excitement, cries of madness, and resonated with the burning of the Berserkers' blood beneath them.
Long arcs swiftly flew up, and under the lead of the old man from All Entities Clan who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm, most of the sky was replaced by an endless amount of long arcs. Whistling sounds rose and fell, and there were nearly ten thousand people charging through the sky.
The direction they were heading towards was the guidance of their blood, the vague feeling they had in their hearts, and it led them towards … Su Ming, who was an unknown distance away from this place!
There was no need for a specific direction. They only needed to follow the boiling of their blood. The closer they got to him, the stronger the boiling of their blood would become. This … was the best direction.
Almost at the same time the nearly ten thousand people from All Entities Clan charged forward under the old man's lead, another direction in Eastern Wastelands was filled with a boundless forest. Waves of poisonous air filled the area, causing this place to seem like a forbidden zone for all life. Even the Immortals might know that there was a Berserker Clan in this place, but most of them were unwilling to come here.
The Berserkers in this place were one of the four great forces of power that stood on equal footing with All Entities Clan. They were formed by Berserker Fang Tribe and the alliance formed by nearly a hundred small tribes. They would not easily venture out of this forest.
It was as if they were isolated from the world. If the Immortals did not come to offend them, they would not take the initiative to provoke them. This forest was their final limit.
There was no black smoke spreading out from the forest, but that did not mean that there were no Berserkers who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm. The entire Eastern Wastelands knew that the Elder of Berserker Fang Tribe had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm many years ago.
At this moment, in this originally peaceful forest, within the poisonous gas, many trees began to sway. Many faces appeared on the trees. These people all had the same expression: shock, confusion. It was the confusion caused by the blood in their bodies burning.
A large number of figures also appeared from the swamps on the ground. They had the same expression, the same confusion. The burning of their bloodlines caused all the Barbarian Tooth Tribe members' hearts to tremble.
At that moment, there was an old man dressed in beast skins standing on an empty ground in the depths of the forest. There were eight people kneeling behind him, and each of them exuded a power that was not weak at all in the Berserker Soul Realm. In fact, if anyone took a closer look, they would find that there were even more similar presences in this forest.
Yet at that moment, these presences were all in a state of chaos, as if their hearts could not remain calm. Excited gazes gathered indistinctly on the only old man standing, as if they were waiting for him to make his choice.
The old man's expression kept changing. He lifted his head and stared at the sky. His eyes would occasionally be filled with excitement, and at other times, hesitation. He could feel the blood in his body burning, and he could sense the faint calling from within.
"I know that all of you want to go …" After a long while, the old man spoke languidly. No one spoke around him. Only the sound of heavy breathing filled with desire could be heard.
"I can also feel my blood burning. This is the sign of the God of Berserkers appearing … but the burning of my blood … is still too weak." The old man sighed softly and shook his head.
He did not dare take the gamble.
At the same time, to the southwest of Eastern Wastelands, there were two big tribes that originally occupied a large area, but were forced to hide due to the Immortals' invasion.
One of them hid deep underground and lived in karst caves. In the midst of their indignation and anger, they did not dare show themselves on the surface, because once they did, they would have to face the Immortals' encirclement.
The other one hid in an endless mountain range. It no longer had its past glory, only a future without hope.
An excited roar reverberated from the depths of the land to the south of Eastern Wastelands. Several deep cracks appeared on the ground in that region, and colorful light spread out from within them. Those were the statues of the God of Berserkers …
Behind the statue of the God of Berserkers was a thin old man. He shot out and stood in midair, then threw his head back and laughed. His laughter sounded as if he wanted to release all the resentment he and his tribe had accumulated over the years.
"The hope of the Great Tribe of Surging Clouds has arrived … Our blood is burning, the God of Berserkers has appeared! Tribe members of the Great Tribe of Surging Clouds, just how long are we going to hide …?" The thin old man roared at the ground as if he had gone mad.
"I, Xue Sha, am the Elder of the Great Tribe of Surging Clouds. I have already fallen into despair, but now … the dawn of the Berserkers' rise has appeared. Even if my entire tribe is destroyed, it will be better than this! "My tribe members, come with me to greet the Fourth God of Berserkers!" The thin old man moved, and an endless amount of roars instantly came from the cracks on the ground. Long arcs flew out, and all of them were people who were as thin as bones. Clearly, ever since they hid in the depths of the ground, their lives had been incredibly miserable.
They no longer had anything they could not lose. If that was the case, then they would fight for their dignity!
However, perhaps hiding in the mountains was better than hiding in the depths of the earth. That was why the Berserkers in the mountains to the west of Eastern Wastelands forced themselves to stay silent while their people's blood boiled. Perhaps it was not that they did not want to go out and worship the fourth God of Berserkers, who was rumored to have caused their blood to boil, but the Berserkers did not want to go out and worship the legendary fourth God of Berserkers, who had caused their blood to boil.
But they did not dare give up everything for a legend.
Besides Eastern Wastelands, the boiling of their blood also existed in the Land of South Morning. Long arcs charged forth, some in groups of three to five, and some alone. All of them turned into long arcs that charged towards Eastern Wastelands based on the ripples of their blood.
The boiling of their blood was like a summons. This was the sign of the Berserkers' rise to power.
There was also a race of people on the various islands in the Land of South Morning who lifted their heads at the same time. This race called themselves Life!
They existed on many of the small islands at the edge of South Morning. Some of them were scattered, and some of them were gathered together. They were also searching for each other, but … the collapse and drastic change in South Morning made it difficult for them to find each other.
The people on the small islands of Fated Kin were worshiping the statue of their God at that moment. All of them were trembling, because they could feel their blood burning. This burning of their blood was different from that of the Berserkers. It was a direct and indescribable boiling sensation.
It was as if the instant Su Ming became their God all those years ago, he was already destined to form a connection between them that could not be destroyed and could not be broken.
It was also this faint connection that caused the hearts of these Fated Kin to tremble at that moment. Their blood burned, and their power … increased by a large margin at that instant.
It was like a river. As it flowed, it split into hundreds and thousands of branches. Some of those branches had already withered, but there were also quite a number of them that were still flowing.
However, if there came a day when an endless amount of water suddenly appeared at the source of the river, then the countless branches would change because of it.
It was like a big tree. The density of its branches and leaves depended on sunlight, but more importantly … it depended on the amount of water at the root of the tree!
This was the power of the source.
"Respected Senior Mo is summoning us …" The Fated Kin on the small island lifted their heads slowly. Excitement and desire appeared on their faces, and without any hesitation, they flew up together and left the island resolutely. The entire tribe charged towards Eastern Wastelands.
At the same time, long arcs flew out from various spots on the islands beyond South Morning. Within those long arcs were the Fated Kin who had been separated from each other.
Among these people, there were those who had been quiet for several years, those who were dull and inconspicuous in the eyes of outsiders, and there were also those who had become outstanding people in various forces of power and occupied high positions.
Yet now, without any hesitation, they gave up on everything and charged towards Eastern Wastelands, following the burning of their blood and the faint connection between the Fated Kin to search … for their respected senior Mo.
"I cannot continue serving you. I will bid you farewell now!" On the small island, a strong man wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed towards a middle-aged man who had stood before him. A resolute look appeared on his face, and without any reluctance to part, he turned around and stepped into the sky. He even tore off the silver armor on his body.
What was left behind were the silent gazes of the people behind him.
Booming sounds continued reverberating in the air on one of the small islands, along with low roars.
"Nan Gong Hen, don't you know how our master has treated you over the years? Why did you betray us?!"
"Our master has been kind to me, and I, Nan Gong Hen, have been willing to give up my life for him over the years … but all of this is due to Respected Senior Mo's summoning. I must leave." As booming sounds echoed in the air, a middle-aged man turned into a long arc and charged towards the sky.
On another small island was a young man standing quietly on a mountain. Behind him was a woman. She bit her bottom lip and stared at the young man blankly.
"Must you leave?" the woman asked softly after a long while.
"When I was young, he was the one who brought me and my entire tribe out of that place. I looked at his back and swore in my heart that I would become as strong as him in this life … Now, I've grown up, I have my own home, I have my own life … but I am a Fated Kin!" The young man closed his eyes, and after a moment, he opened them swiftly and took a step into the air.
Behind him was the woman who seemed to have lost all her strength. She stared at him quietly.
"Wait for me. One of these days, I will return!"
Similar scenes could be seen on numerous small islands and in a large number of scattered factions of power beyond the Land of South Morning. There was no power or person who could stop the Fated Kin from searching for their Respected Senior Mo's summons. (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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