So all of this was just a dream.
However, the world in that dream was so real. The ninth summit of South Morning was so warm. Every single time he remembered the care and concern from his senior brothers Hu Zi, second senior brother, and eldest senior brother, he would feel a surge of warmth in his heart, and he would miss them indescribably.
So all of this was just a dream …
He had not been swept into the void in Dark Mountain. His elder had not gone missing. He had never gone … to South Morning, and he did not have a Master called Tian Xie Zi either.
So this was really just a dream …
He had not joined Freezing Sky Clan, neither had he gone to the World of Nine Yin, neither had he seen any Shamans, nor the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands, nor the grudge he had against Di Tian.
He did not have any cultivation base either. In the end, he had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm and became … the God of Berserkers.
"This dream was so long …" Su Ming mumbled. He sat on a dried up tree in the region Wind Stream Tribe had given to Dark Mountain Tribe. He sat there and looked into the distance. The wind and snow in the sky moaned and blew on his body, making him instinctively feel a little cold.
"In my dream, I saw those familiar people. Bei Ling, Chen Xin, Wu La, and the others … Immortals, Shamans, Berserkers, the old xun maker, and Yin Death Region." Su Ming sighed softly.
"Was it really … a dream?" Su Ming lifted his head and looked at the snow in the sky. A dazed look appeared in his eyes.
Behind Su Ming was an incomplete tribe. The tribe members who had migrated from Dark Mountain had lost their families and homes. They could only stay within Wind Stream Tribe's territory and become affiliated to Wind Stream Tribe.
The elder was gravely injured and had been unconscious all this while.
Lei Chen had left. No one knew where he went. Perhaps he would return one day, or perhaps …
Wu La had died. Nan Song had died. Many of his tribe members had already turned into corpses. Grief filled the entire tribe, and it was so heavy that it made everyone's breathing freeze.
Shan Hen had also died. He had died in Su Ming's hands. Su Ming lowered his head and looked at his own hands. He fell silent.
The little girl called Tong Tong was curled up in a corner in the tribe behind him. She was hugging a broken doll and crying.
"Su Ming, it's about to start." In the midst of Su Ming's silence, a low voice came from beside him. That voice belonged to Bei Ling. Bei Ling's face was pale as he walked towards Su Ming and stood under the tree.
Su Ming looked at Bei Ling. In his dream, this person was an Immortal from Great Leaf Immortal Sect. He was Di Tian's disciple … but that was still a dream, was it not..?
Su Ming shook his head and jumped down from the tree.
A funeral was held to worship the souls of the deceased in Dark Mountain Tribe. All the tribe members grieved and cried silently. The burning flames danced about in a strange manner, and within the flames … were the corpses of Dark Mountain Tribe members. They were the corpses of all the people who had died for the tribe.
Most of the corpses were broken, and very few of them were whole. Flames burned on their bodies, and all the Dark Mountain Tribe members around them knelt on the ground quietly in the freezing wind and snow.
Looking at the brightness of the burning flames and hearing the crackling sounds, the silent weeping of the surrounding clansmen became oppressive, causing the surroundings to become even colder.
In the flames, Su Ming saw Wu La and many other familiar faces. He saw a lot of them.
On the third night after the funeral ended, Su Ming stood in the tribe and looked at the snow in the sky. He looked at the land in the distance that was no longer dark because of the snow, and he saw a woman standing there as if she was waiting for him quietly.
It was Bai Ling.
The blizzard was strong, and it seemed to have torn the world apart, making it impossible for it to gather together again. Su Ming walked towards Bai Ling in the snow and stood beside her. Neither of them spoke.
Bai Ling was dressed in white mink fur. Her black hair was covered in snow, and her beautiful face looked incredibly beautiful in the blizzard. However, the concern and grief in her eyes made her stare at Su Ming blankly, and tears gradually fell from her eyes.
"I have to leave … I'm going to a faraway place. My parents sent me a message and asked someone to come fetch me …"
Bai Ling bit her bottom lip and looked at Su Ming.
"Come with me," Bai Ling said softly.
Su Ming's heart was filled with anguish. He had lost too many of his tribe members. He had lost far too much. He could not leave, and it was even more difficult for him to make Bai Ling stay. He … did not know what right he had to make Bai Ling stay and not let her see her parents.
Su Ming remained silent for a long time before he said in anguish, "Take care … on your journey."
Almost at the moment he finished speaking, Bai Ling walked up to him and hugged him gently. A pair of cold lips and a face that Su Ming would never forget replaced his world.
Her lips were cold, but there was warmth within that coldness, along with the bitterness of her tears. They fused together and turned into … a kiss of farewell.
"Our promise is still there. It's not seven days, nor is it seven years. It's a lifetime … Su Ming, I will wait for you. I will always, always …" Bai Ling turned around and ran into the distance. Her tears could not be seen falling in the blizzard, but one drop fell on Su Ming's face.
It was as cold as ever. He could not tell whether it was a tear or snow.
Su Ming stood there and continued standing there until he saw two tall figures standing beside Bai Ling in the distance. As if they were protecting her, they brought her into the distance.
Su Ming could not describe what he was feeling. He remained silent for a long, long time.
Half a month after Bai Ling left, the elder woke up.
The elder did not speak of what happened during the battle against the Elder of Black Mountain Tribe, and Su Ming did not mention it to anyone either. As time passed by, the death of Black Mountain Tribe's Elder gradually became a thing of the past.
Su Ming could feel that his personality had changed. He was no longer lively, but had gotten used to silence. The joy of the tribe members in the past had disappeared. The grief of losing their family and friends had caused all of them to choose silence.
He began to cultivate day and night, constantly refining medicine pills to increase his cultivation base. Occasionally, he would open his eyes in the middle of the night and think back to that dream.
In the blink of an eye, ten years went by.
Many things could be changed in ten years. As the children grew up and time passed by, the grief from ten years ago became incredibly faint. Only during the annual offering ceremony would the people remember the wretchedness from ten years ago.
Dark Mountain Tribe had completely become affiliated to Wind Stream Tribe, because the elder … had already lost his power and turned into an old man with one foot in the grave.
During these ten years, Su Ming stayed by the elder's side until winter arrived on the tenth year. On a freezing night, the wind outside moaned and blew against the tent, causing the light in the tent to flicker. The elder lay there. At that moment, he was incredibly old. He looked at Su Ming, at the young man who had grown up before him.
"I can no longer continue walking with you … La Su, don't be sad. This day will eventually come … Remember the words I've told you over the years. Remember … Berserkers' Realm Mountain … You must find Berserkers' Realm Mountain. You must find this mountain.
"I don't know where this mountain is either. I only know that it … is in your heart. Go and find this mountain. You will find everything you want there."
These were the elder's final words to Su Ming before he died.
Elder, returning to the Void …
On the third day after the elder's life was extinguished, Su Ming reached the Transcendence Realm. He became the second person in the tribe to do so. The first was Bei Ling.
With two Berserkers in the Transcendence Realm, Dark Mountain Tribe occupied an incredibly high position among the affiliated tribes of Wind Stream Tribe. It also allowed Dark Mountain Tribe … to migrate back to their homeland.
Even Wind Stream Tribe would not stop this migration, because as of then, Dark Mountain Tribe already possessed the right to do so.
It was a return to their homeland after ten years. When all the people in Dark Mountain Tribe returned to the ruins of Dark Mountain ten years ago, many of the old people knelt down on the ground with tears streaming down their faces. Their cries echoed in the area.
Dark Mountain was no longer the Dark Mountain of the past. There were only four mountains left, and the tribe at the foot of Dark Mountain Tribe slowly regained its former form as it rebuilt itself ten years later.
This was their home. It was Dark Mountain Tribe's home. It was the soul of their people.
Time passed silently as spring, summer, autumn, and winter came and went. Bei Ling and Chen Xin's wedding was held in autumn at the foot of Dark Mountain. The wedding was held in a grand manner, because one of them was the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe, and the other was the daughter of the previous tribe leader.
The moment Bei Ling Transcended, he became the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe.
Many people were intoxicated by the joy and laughter of their tribe members returning to their homeland. Su Ming stood in the distance quietly and watched his tribe members dance around the bonfire in the middle of the night. The joyous songs reached his ears, and he looked at the blissful smile on Chen Xin's face. He looked at Bei Ling's handsome face, and the tall and straight posture of a tribe leader. He drank his wine quietly.
He remembered Bai Ling.
It had been seventeen years since Bai Ling left.
Su Ming still remembered Bai Ling's cold kiss when she left seventeen years ago. He still remembered the promise they made.
He still remembered the dream he had when he woke up seventeen years ago. It was a very, very long dream.
That night, Su Ming was drunk. His seventeen years of silence and his reticence caused him to possess an incredibly awe-inspiring presence in Dark Mountain Tribe. It was especially so after he became the Elder of Dark Mountain Tribe. His awe-inspiring presence caused all the tribe members to not dare speak too much before him.
With a tipsy air, Su Ming picked up the pot of wine and looked at Bei Ling and Chen Xin before he turned around and walked towards his tent to start training. There was a slightly old Fire Monkey squatting outside his tent. It was Xiao Hong.
Time passed by. The parting of birth, aging, sickness, and death gradually drew out annual rings as the autumn leaves fell from the sky. Each ring represented one year after another.
Another thirty years passed by. (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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