During that instant, there was no longer any light in the world. Darkness replaced everything. When light reappeared and the darkness gradually disappeared, the tens of thousands of cultivators who had retreated far into the distance saw that the Candle Dragon and … the golden-robed Di Tian were no longer in the world they saw.
The only thing left in midair was Su Ming, who looked exhausted, but whose eyes were shining with a brilliant light.
The Ten Transfigurations Art might be strong, and Su Ming could continue using it for a longer period of time … but the small snake was slightly unable to withstand the changes that happened after it fused with Su Ming's will.
That was why once he devoured Di Tian, Su Ming gave up on the Ten Transfigurations Art. He stood in midair, and at the instant the area fell into dead silence, he lifted his head and let out a roar that had been suppressed for an unknown number of years.
Di Tian's first clone, the one who had stood before Su Ming like the might of heaven, died!
The incredibly powerful purple-robed clone who had caused Su Ming to narrowly escape death in the Dead Sea died!
The strongest of the three clones had burned his own body and executed the Soaring to White Sun Art that surpassed the power of the other two clones. The golden-robed clone … devoured him!
The mountain that had been pressing down on Su Ming's body for so many years had collapsed at that moment. A feeling of freedom instantly rose in Su Ming's heart, but he knew that this was not the end. There were four of Di Tian's clones, and there was still one left.
As if he was venting his frustrations, the depression in Su Ming's heart erupted forth, along with his hatred towards Di Tian. At that moment, his roar reverberated in all directions and fell into the ears of all the Immortals in the area, causing their hearts to tremble.
Ji An's expression was incredibly dark. He could only watch helplessly as Su Ming devoured the golden-robed Di Tian right before his eyes, but he could do nothing to stop it. He also watched as Su Ming's Qi rose endlessly, and as it did so, an even stronger wave of power erupted from his body.
Su Ming could sense the signs of him breaking through the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm. At that moment, it had already reached its peak. He could clearly sense the presence of a breakthrough and the later stage of the Berserker Soul Realm.
He lowered his head, and his gaze instantly focused on … the vertical coffin on the ground, where there was not a single cultivator around.
Almost at the instant Su Ming looked towards the coffin, a muffled bang came from within, as if there was a fist ramming into the coffin's lid, causing some cracks to appear on it.
Boom, boom, boom.
More and more cracks appeared on the lid of the coffin. At the same time, a ripple that surpassed the golden-robed Di Tian's cultivation, an aura that could coexist with Ji An's body, gradually spread out from within the coffin.
'Judging by Di Tian's expression and the meaning behind his words, he originally only had three clones. The fourth clone was clearly created in the land of Berserkers …' A complicated look appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He remembered the location of the coffin and remembered … the Shaman War Souls belonging to nearly a hundred eldest senior brothers that Sky Mist Dao had revealed.
Furthermore … he sensed a faint sense of familiarity from the aura of the person in the coffin.
This hint of familiarity caused Su Ming's heart to tremble, and the excitement he felt when he killed Di Tian's clone … disappeared at that instant.
'Is it you..? 'Su Ming closed his eyes. The tremors in his heart turned into grief, turning into the greatest pain in his heart. There was no way he could forget this sense of familiarity. This sense of familiarity … came from the ninth summit …
As if he had noticed the changes in Su Ming's emotions, Ji An no longer fought against the Hidden Execution of Justice Art. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, and once he looked at Su Ming, he swiftly cast his gaze on the coffin on the ground, and a dark light appeared in his eyes.
He knew clearly that Di Tian had only sent three clones to this place, then the fourth one would be rather interesting.
'Controlling Destiny with a will that separates worlds … Di Tian, oh Di Tian, you've spent a lot of effort to control Destiny … If this clone dies again, it might be a heavy blow to you …
'This clone … Judging by Su Ming's expression, could it be that he's familiar … Interesting, interesting! 'A smile appeared on Ji An's lips, and that smile grew wider with each passing moment.
At that moment, more and more of the tens of thousands of cultivators in the area noticed Su Ming's abnormality. The silence and grief within him could not be hidden, and the complicated look in his eyes as he looked at the coffin was also seen by more people.
"What's in that coffin …?"
"That's something from Great Leaf Immortal Sect … Could it be related to Sir Di Tian?!"
Whispers of discussions gradually spread out in the quiet world. Su Ming's abnormality caused most of the people's gazes to gather on the coffin.
Bang, bang, bang … Muffled sounds from the coffin continued without stop. The cracks on the coffin's lid grew larger, and with every single bang, a large amount of wood chips would fly everywhere. Cracks spread out, and once they intersected with each other, a fist shot through the coffin's lid with a bang, appearing before all the people's eyes.
It could be seen that it was a man's fist.
Once it shot through the coffin, the fist slowly retracted. When booming sounds rang out once again, the coffin trembled viciously. This time, two fists shot through the coffin's lid and came out.
Su Ming's expression became even sadder. He stared at the fists in the coffin with a dumbfounded expression, and the familiar feeling became even stronger. It was so strong that it made his heart ache even more.
A violent, muffled bang instantly rang out, and the coffin's lid shattered. As it shattered, a large amount of fog spilled out from within the coffin, and a powerful wave of power spread out in all directions.
As it spread out, a heinous murderous aura swept through the sky, and a gigantic vortex swept outwards with the coffin as its center.
A tall figure gradually walked out from the vortex. His body was hidden in the fog and could not be seen clearly, but at the instant Su Ming saw him, he still felt as if a mountain had crashed into his face, even though he already had a guess in his heart. He staggered a few steps backwards, and his eyes turned bloodshot. In the midst of the grief on his face, he looked as if he was about to go mad.
At that moment, his hate towards Di Tian became even stronger than before, and it had already surpassed the point where he could not live under the same sky as him.
He looked at the figure that was gradually becoming clearer and walking out of the fog, and Su Ming … wept.
He rarely cried. In fact, it could be said that besides the time he left Dark Mountain and wept quietly in the unfamiliar Land of South Morning, he had never cried before.
Because his elder had told him before that boys could bleed, but they could not cry. This was what his elder had told him kindly when he was still very young.
He had always remembered it.
Yet on this day, when he saw that figure, Su Ming cried. However, those tears were in his heart and not on his face, and no one could see him crying.
"Eldest senior brother …" Su Ming looked at the clear figure, and everything in the world disappeared from his eyes. The only thing left was the tall figure standing on the ground and looking at him with his head lifted.
His upper body was bare, revealing his lean and muscular body. There was an incredibly complicated runic symbol on his body, and it covered most of his skin that was exposed to the world.
His skin was purple, and there were plenty of scars on it.
There were many scars on it. Although those scars had already healed, quite a number of them had directly penetrated through the body. Moreover, one could tell that even though they had healed, they were wounds from recent years and did not appear to be from long ago.
At the instant Su Ming saw his body covered in wounds, he felt as if he could see the madness and recklessness his eldest senior brother had when he searched for his Master, his junior brothers, and his family who belonged to the ninth summit time and again in Eastern Wastelands.
Eldest senior brother stood barefoot on the sand. His body was very straight, and there was not a hint of bending, as if it was a representation of his will.
He no longer had any hair. His head was bare, and there were nine steel needles piercing his skull …
His face was no longer the same as in Su Ming's memories. There was an ancient air about him, and there was also a cross-shaped scar that pierced through the center of his brows and the spot between his ears.
It was clear that this was not a wound from a battle. It had been cut open by someone, bit by bit, and to prevent it from healing, that person had cast some sort of unknown method, causing purple mist to spread out from the scar, and it looked as if it had fused together with the runic symbol on his eldest senior brother's body.
It caused his eldest senior brother's appearance to be completely different from the gentle man in Su Ming's memories.
There was a gigantic hook pierced through eldest senior brother's right arm, because his right palm had already disappeared. That hook had become his hand.
His left arm was still in perfect condition, but veins were popping up on it. There were also an endless amount of them squirming about, as if there was some foreign object in his body.
Su Ming looked at his eldest senior brother, and in the midst of his grief, he let out a shrill roar that shook the sky and earth. Blood gradually flowed out of his eyes. He could not cry, but blood flowed out of his eyes!
Su Ming knew that his eldest senior brother was a person who did not really know how to express himself. In fact, he was a little dull. His concern was always in an unseen manner, and he did not ask for anything in return. That was why others might not notice it and might not feel it deeply, but his concern was everywhere.
When Su Ming was meditating in the ninth summit when Zi Che came to him, even though his second senior brother was the one who attacked, his eldest senior brother's gaze was still focused on Zi Che. He would not allow any outsider to bully his junior brother, and only when his second senior brother attacked did he avert his gaze.
Just like during the battle in Phantom Dais Tribe, when all nine summits had been sent out, eldest senior brother had also been worried and sent out his Shaman Soul to protect his junior brothers even if his Shaman Soul died.
The ninth summit was like his home, and his eldest senior brother … was like his elder brother.
"Eldest senior brother …" Su Ming trembled, and a wave of madness erupted from his body.
"Youngest junior brother, you just came up the mountain. It's a pity that I can't come out of isolation. I'll have to wait for a few years. How about this? I'll give this to you. Use it to protect yourself." This was the first time Su Ming saw his eldest senior brother with his own eyes. That gentle gaze and gentle words were things he would never forget.
"Youngest junior brother … the journey to the land of the Shamans will be filled with danger. I'll give you this slave … Her name is Fa Zang …" This was his eldest senior brother's voice before Su Ming left the ninth summit and went to the battlefield in the land of the Shamans. There was no way Su Ming would forget the care in that voice. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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