"Youngest junior brother, let me tell you, eldest senior brother is always in isolation, and he will only come out during the Day of Eternal Creation. Every single time he does, he will make a huge ruckus. Even if you drink the most, you will still be woken up by him. You will be tormented to death if you listen to him shouting that he's finally out of isolation.
"You can think of him as a turtle. He usually sleeps, and when he wakes up, he will yawn before he goes back to sleep." This was how Hu Zi described his eldest senior brother.
"Eldest senior brother, that's our elder brother. He's our elder brother who can stand before us and block off the wind and rain …" This was what second senior brother had said while looking at the foot of the mountain during one of his conversations with Su Ming.
The scenes appeared in Su Ming's head, and blood fell from his eyes. The color of that blood was crimson, and it was formed by the crazed roars in his heart. It was a monstrous killing intent and an eruption of extreme pain.
"Eldest senior brother …" Su Ming looked at the man walking out of the vortex on the ground before him, and his vision seemed to have become indistinct.
Eldest senior brother's eyes were dull, and there was not a hint of light in them. Instead, in the midst of that dullness, there was a dullness that seemed to belong to death. However, the presence that erupted from his body at that moment was enough for him to fight against Ji An.
This was clearly the method Di Tian had prepared for Ji An. It was the trump card that would decide the ownership of Eastern Wastelands Tower.
Su Ming met his eldest senior brother's gaze, and during that instant, their gazes met. Su Ming's grief, and his eldest senior brother's apathy. When their gazes met, they no longer felt the joy they had in the ninth summit. There was only a sense of unfamiliarity between them, as if they were in a foreign land.
"Di Tian … I, Su Ming, will definitely slaughter my way into the land of Immortals and make you suffer the most extreme pain in the world. If I can't do this, then I will sink into hell, and my soul will scatter!" As tears of blood fell from Su Ming's eyes, he lifted his head and let out a roar that shook the sky and earth. Within that roar was a madness and hatred that would make all those who heard it feel apprehensive.
At the instant he roared, eldest senior brother lifted his right foot on the ground with an apathetic expression. He took a step forward, and in an instant, he appeared right before Su Ming.
He was so quick that he had already surpassed the speed of warping. At the instant he appeared, Su Ming instinctively lifted his hand, but the familiar presence, the warmth of the past, and the endless scars on his eldest senior brother's body … made it difficult for him to attack.
A deafening boom reverberated in the air.
Su Ming coughed up blood and staggered several hundreds of feet backwards. He lifted his right hand, but in the end, he did not counterattack. Instead, he chose to defend against his eldest senior brother's punch.
That punch also brought with it a sense of familiarity that made Su Ming feel as if his heart was being torn apart. It was … the presence of a Shaman.
As a descendant of Nine Li Tribe, the ripples of power that belonged to the Shaman Tribe were spreading out from his entire body. As those ripples spread out, a gigantic statue of the Shaman manifested behind his eldest senior brother. That statue had its arms wrapped around its chest, and once it appeared, Su Ming saw the same scar, the same tear, and the same runic symbol.
The statue of the God of Shamans was also covered in wounds, but not a single hint of weakness could be seen from it. Instead, there was an overflowing life force within it, but Su Ming could feel that it was burning within that life force.
This was the statue of the Shaman Tribe being pushed forward by burning his eldest senior brother's life.
Su Ming lifted his head swiftly. With grief on his face, he looked at his eldest senior brother and lifted his trembling right hand. He told himself that his eldest senior brother … was no longer around.
Only when he attacked and chased Di Tian's will out could his eldest senior brother have a sliver of hope.
Yet even Su Ming did not quite believe in these words. Right when he lifted his right hand completely and formed a seal with his trembling hands, a gentle voice suddenly echoed in his ears, and it came … from his eldest senior brother's mouth.
"Youngest junior brother, how many years has it been since we last met..?" That voice was slightly stiff, but it was also very gentle. It was the voice of his eldest senior brother in Su Ming's memories.
The appearance of that voice caused Su Ming's lifted right hand to shudder. It made his heart ache in pain, and more tears of blood flowed out of his eyes as he looked over.
That familiar voice made Su Ming feel as if he had returned to the ninth summit. He knew that this was fake.
He knew it. Yet there were certain things that even if he knew it was fake, he would still look and listen, because those were not actions of his body, but were actions of his heart driven by familial love.
Almost at the instant Su Ming looked over, his eldest senior brother lifted his head swiftly, and a blood-red glare appeared in his dull eyes.
"Nine Li Tribe's Forbidden Curse, Blood Abyss …" Veins popped up on his skin at that moment, and his entire body was torn to pieces with a bang, turning into a sea of blood that rushed forward before disappearing.
"He's not Di Tian … He's eldest senior brother …" Su Ming mumbled. There was still blood at the corners of his mouth, and sharp pain traveled through his body. That was caused by his eldest senior brother's strike just now.
If this person had cast Di Tian's divine ability, then Su Ming could still tell himself that the person before him was not his eldest senior brother but Di Tian's clone … but his eldest senior brother had cast the Shaman Tribe's divine ability, Nine Li's Art. All of this made it impossible for Su Ming to attack.
He could not attack his eldest senior brother, who was like an older brother to him.
As he laughed brokenly, the sea of blood that had disappeared just now swiftly manifested around Su Ming.
"Youngest junior brother, tell me where you've been all these years..?" When the sea of blood manifested, his eldest senior brother's apathetic voice echoed in the air once again, causing Su Ming to laugh brokenly. An indescribable sadness filled his entire body.
In the midst of that sadness, he did not dodge. Instead, he simply allowed his eldest senior brother to fill the area in an instant. The sea of blood swiftly gathered on his body, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped Su Ming.
An even more shocking bang reverberated in all directions at that instant. As the sea of blood regained its human form and his eldest senior brother stood in midair, Su Ming's body tumbled backwards like a kite with its string snapped. Blood gushed out of his mouth and erupted from all parts of his body. Su Ming's face turned pale, and he was forced back several thousands of feet before he managed to gain a stable footing. As he laughed brokenly, he looked at his eldest senior brother.
His injuries had worsened, but at that moment, his eldest senior brother's voice traveled into his ears once again.
"Youngest junior brother … with your level of cultivation, how are you going to search for Master? How are you going to search for your second senior brother..?" Eldest senior brother took a step forward, and a loud bang exploded in the air before Su Ming.
Su Ming coughed up blood and fell backwards once again. If it was not because his body was strong enough, he would have broken down and died a long time ago. Yet even so, he was still in endless pain.
Su Ming wiped off the blood at the corners of his mouth. In the midst of his grief, he was not hurting his body, but his heart. Yet at that moment … he was forced to lift his hand, and at the instant he was about to counterattack in extreme grief …
"Do you still remember the time we attacked Phantom Dais Tribe..?" his eldest senior brother's voice echoed in the air.
Su Ming's hand trembled.
"Do you still remember the Shaman Soul I gave you before you went to the battlefield..?" His eldest senior brother's words reached Su Ming's ears, and right after, a loud bang that shook the skies rang out.
Su Ming fell backwards once again. His entire body was covered in blood, but no matter how much blood flowed out of his body, it could not cover up the pain in his heart, and neither could it cover up the thick grief on his body.
The area was silent. All the Immortals were watching this battle with complicated expressions. They could see the abnormality in Su Ming, and they could also guess that the person who walked out of the coffin definitely had an incredibly unique relationship with Su Ming.
The words "eldest senior brother" coming from Su Ming's mouth and the way the person in the coffin had addressed Su Ming as their youngest junior brother were proof of their guesses. Tian Lan Meng stared at her eldest senior brother in the sky, then at Su Ming. She bit her bottom lip, and confusion appeared on her face.
It was only right before the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands that she came to know that she had the blood of Immortals flowing in her veins. This caused her to remain silent for a long period of time. No one could understand the complicated feelings and confusion in her heart.
Once she gradually accepted her own identity, what she saw and heard about the Immortals were vastly different from the Berserkers. The Berserkers might also fight against each other openly and covertly, but compared to the Immortals, they were far less ruthless and had a lot of tricks up their sleeves, such as … what was happening right now.
Di Tian might have expected a fight between fellow disciples, and perhaps he would be happy to see it.
"Eldest senior brother …" Su Ming lifted his head and let out a loud roar towards the sky. He told himself that his voice was apathetic. He told himself once again that as long as he destroyed Di Tian's divine sense, then his eldest senior brother would be able to return.
With this thought in mind, Su Ming told himself again and again, causing him to take a swift step forward as he roared. With that one step, tears fell from his eyes, and as he formed a seal with his right hand, the arms of his statue of the God of Berserkers immediately appeared behind him, and he charged towards his eldest senior brother with a bang.
This time, his eldest senior brother did not dodge. Instead, he stood strangely on the spot and did not move. Yet the instant Su Ming's statue's arms closed in on him …
"Youngest junior brother, kill me!"
"Youngest junior brother, I'm your eldest senior brother!"
"Youngest junior brother, I'm being controlled by Di Tian. I can only fight against him for a moment. Kill me, and we will be fellow disciples in our next lives!" There was anxiety in his eldest senior brother's voice, along with a hint of grief, causing Su Ming to forcefully stop his charging statue of the God of Berserkers at that instant.
Yet the moment he stopped, his eldest senior brother opened his eyes. The apathetic and dull look in his eyes along with the words that tumbled out of his mouth at that moment made Su Ming understand … that all of this was fake.
"Youngest junior brother, kill me …" Eldest senior brother said those words, but with just one step, he closed in on Su Ming and rammed his head against it. As a loud bang rang in the air, Su Ming staggered backwards, and the shadow of a cross-shaped mark appeared on his face.
That cross-shaped mark was the same as the cross-shaped mark on his eldest senior brother's face. Once it appeared on Su Ming's face, it looked as if it had sunk deep into his flesh, and a burning, corrosive feeling swiftly spread through his body.
However, Su Ming was completely unbothered by this pain. He looked at his eldest senior brother and saw the apathetic and dull look in his eyes. Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he reopened them the next instant, the grief in his eyes was hidden in the depths of his heart. What was revealed was a complicated look, an epiphany, and an anguish towards life.
"Eldest senior brother, I understand now." Su Ming lifted his right hand and pointed towards the sky. With grief in his heart and soul, he pointed at the sky.
"Later stage of the Berserker Soul Realm … activate!" Su Ming's voice was almost hoarse as he roared, venting the endless depression in his heart at that moment.
Tomorrow, the fourth chapter will be released. It will be the last day of the month, and it will be the second time this month! (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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