"That was a very, very long story … In that story, there were Immortals, Shamans, and Berserkers … In that story, there were South Morning, Eastern Wastelands, and also Great Yu Palace …"
"In that story, there was the ninth summit, the Undying and Imperishable, and the God of Berserkers …" There was an autumn day in the tribe, and as autumn leaves fell from the sky, a dozen something children gathered under a big tree. All of them had their eyes wide open as they listened attentively to an old man sitting under the tree, telling his story.
The old man looked very old. Wrinkles had already appeared on his skin, and there was even a hint of white in his hair. His smile was very kind, and there was something strange about his voice that attracted the children, making them immersed in his story.
That person was Su Ming.
This was the 60th year since Bai Ling left.
Most of the people who went through the drastic change in Dark Mountain sixty years ago had already turned into dust. Generations of new tribe members grew up and became the backbone of Dark Mountain Tribe.
Dark Mountain Tribe had also expanded by several times, and the area they occupied under Dark Mountain was now incredibly large.
Three years ago, when Su Ming reached the Bone Sacrifice Realm, he became the strongest person in a circular area of ten thousand lis. Even if a powerful Berserker in the Bone Sacrifice Realm appeared in Wind Stream Tribe, that person … was not Su Ming's opponent.
He was no longer the boy he was in the past. Time had left behind wisdom and an ancient air on him. Perhaps it was because he was old, but as Su Ming gradually forgot about the dream from sixty years ago, he started reminiscing about it.
"In the end, he became the God of Berserkers and fought against Di Tian …" Su Ming smiled and told the story slowly to the children around him.
"Grandpa elder, who won in the end?"
"That Di Tian is too despicable! Grandpa elder, hurry up and tell us who won!"
"I don't know who won in the end either. This story has already ended here, or perhaps … it hasn't." Su Ming stood up and patted the head of a seven or eight-year-old boy beside him. This child was Bei Ling's grandson.
In the midst of the children's reluctance, Su Ming left. He had indeed finished telling his story. During these sixty years, he had made Dark Mountain Tribe expand by several times. He made Dark Mountain Tribe become the strongest tribe in the area. Even if he left, Dark Mountain Tribe would not be in danger, because Bei Ling … had also reached the Bone Sacrifice Realm. Because during the sixty years he was in the tribe, another four … Transcended!
There were also plenty of them who were below the Transcendence Realm.
This was the effect of Su Ming's medicinal pills.
Su Ming packed his things and walked out of his house in the morning on the day when the most leaves fell during autumn. He wanted to leave the now powerful Dark Mountain Tribe.
Little Red wasn't following behind him.
Little Red was already old and had returned to the forest to accompany its offspring …
Usually, not many people would go out in the morning in the tribe. Yet the moment Su Ming walked out of the house, all the members of the tribe stood there and looked at him quietly.
"Farewell, Elder!" All the members of the tribe, be it the elderly or the young, knelt down. Their voices echoed in the air, causing Su Ming to stop in his tracks. He looked at his tribe members, and after a long, long while, he smiled and nodded his head.
"Disperse. I'll be back." Su Ming waved his hand and walked towards the tribe's gate. When he walked out of the tribe, he saw an old man standing at the gate.
The old man stood tall and straight like a spear. His eyes sparkled as if there was lightning contained within them. He looked at Su Ming, and Su Ming looked back at him.
This was Bei Ling, the Bei Ling who had reached the Bone Sacrifice Realm.
Bei Ling remained silent for a moment before he asked languidly, "Are you really leaving?"
"It's been sixty years since that drastic change happened … Dark Mountain Tribe has become stronger. I don't need to stay here anymore …" Su Ming turned his head around and looked at the tribe before he spoke calmly.
"But Lei Chen hasn't returned yet …" There was a reluctance to part on Bei Ling's face. Dark Mountain's strength had been shouldered by him and Su Ming for decades. During these sixty years, they had gone through a lot.
"This is his home. He'll come back … I … will be leaving now." Su Ming walked past Bei Ling and patted his shoulder. As he smiled, he took a step towards the sky and turned into a long arc that gradually disappeared into the horizon.
Su Ming left. This was the first time in sixty years that he truly left.
Ten years later, Su Ming moved from the middle stage of the Bone Sacrifice Realm to the later stage of the Bone Sacrifice Realm beyond the endless green forest to the south of the Alliance of the Western Region.
Twenty years later, Su Ming stood on the tallest mountain in the land to the east of the Alliance of the Western Region and let out a long howl towards the sky. His level of cultivation had reached great completion in the Bone Sacrifice Realm!
Five years later, Su Ming stood on a wooden boat at the edge of the Alliance of the Western Region near the Dead Sea. At that moment, he was no longer in the Bone Sacrifice Realm. The ripples of power that allowed him to fuse with the world clearly showed that he had reached the Berserker Soul Realm!
He had searched the Alliance of the Western Region for thirty-five years. During those thirty-five years, he had walked through the entire Alliance of the Western Region, but … he had not found Bai Ling.
The separation from nearly a hundred years ago seemed to have turned into an eternity. It only existed in his memories, and he could not see it clearly.
The instant Su Ming stepped onto the boat, he left the Alliance of the Western Region. As the waves on the Dead Sea howled, he stood alone on the boat and charged forward with the waves.
The world was vast, but Su Ming faced the foul wind from the Dead Sea and broke through the waves. His goal … was South Morning!
During the thirty something years he spent in the Alliance of the Western Region, he learned that the land of Berserkers had South Morning, Eastern Wastelands, and Northern Province! When he learned that South Morning and Eastern Wastelands did indeed exist in the world, Su Ming wanted to go to South Morning. He wanted to see whether everything in his dream was real or fake.
He wanted to see the ninth summit and see whether that place was the same as in his dream.
Su Ming spent ten years in the Dead Sea. Ten years later, as he continued killing, his level of cultivation rose to the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm, and he stepped into the land of South Morning!
In the Land of South Morning, he saw the Shamans, saw Autumn Sea Tribe, saw the incomplete Sky Mist Barrier, and saw … some Immortals.
In South Morning, he saw Han Mountain City, but there was no city there. It was just a barren mountain range.
He saw Freezing Sky Clan, and he also saw the ninth summit. However, the person living on the ninth summit was not Hu Zi, not his second senior brother, not his eldest senior brother, and neither was there a Master.
Su Ming stayed in the Land of South Morning for a hundred years. He went to all the places he had gone to in his dream and searched for familiar places. Some of them were familiar, but some of them were unfamiliar.
On the year Su Ming chose to leave, his level of cultivation reached great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm. He … saw the Shamans' Great Patriarch and saw a great battle between the Shamans and the Berserkers!
He originally did not want to join the battle, but that was until he saw two people on the battlefield. One of them was the Great Sect Elder of Heavenly Sea Tribe, and the other was a middle-aged man who had never appeared before and seemed to have just arrived in the Land of South Morning. The instant Su Ming saw that man's face, his heart trembled, which was something rarely seen on him.
That middle-aged man was incredibly similar to Tian Xie Zi!
However, Su Ming's ancient appearance was filled with the marks of time. He saw the middle-aged man and the Great Sect Elder of Heavenly Sea Tribe fighting against the Shamans' Great Patriarch. The Great Patriarch's strength seemed to have surpassed that of a Berserker who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm, and Su Ming chose to attack during that battle!
When the battle ended, the Great Patriarch disappeared and his soul fell into slumber. Even if he woke up, he would no longer possess his current level of cultivation, because his soul had also been gravely injured.
After that battle, the reputation of the three great Berserkers of South Morning rose, but no one knew Su Ming's name. Gradually, he became the most mysterious among the three great Berserkers.
Su Ming left. He had found his answer. He stepped on the lone ship that came from the Alliance of the Western Region, and with a complicated and sentimental heart, he left the Land of South Morning and headed to Eastern Wastelands.
He went to two places in Eastern Wastelands. One of them was the barren land under a mountain in the depths of Eastern Wastelands. That was where Ugly Little Thing's family lived in his dream.
The other place was the center of Eastern Wastelands, which was filled with an innumerable amount of deep pits and floating stones. That was the place where the Immortals had descended!
Su Ming stood on a big stone in the place where the Immortals had descended for a long, long time. He looked at the sky, and everything that happened in his dream continuously surfaced in his head. Eventually, he smiled, and there was a carefreeness in that smile along with an epiphany.
It was an epiphany towards life, a form of seeing through the cycle of life and death, and also … a form of control over fate.
"Di Tian …" As Su Ming smiled, a freezing glare gradually appeared in his eyes. He lowered his head and looked at the ground, then bit the tip of his tongue and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That blood rapidly gathered together before him and eventually turned into a blood crystal!
Su Ming brought the blood crystal and placed it on his forehead. Once he fused all of his cultivation base, his understanding towards time, and his understanding towards fate into the blood crystal, he flung it towards the ground. The blood crystal immediately charged towards the ground, broke through the earth, and entered the deepest part … to be buried for all eternity.
Once Su Ming finished doing all of this, he swung his arm and walked towards the world in the distance.
"The cycle of life and death is a point …" Su Ming's voice was still echoing indistinctly in all directions even after he left.
Time passed once again, and another hundred years went by.
During those hundred years, Su Ming walked through all the mountains in the land of Berserkers. He was searching … for the Berserkers' Realm Mountain the elder had mentioned, but he never found it. Another hundred years passed, and another …
Su Ming had no idea how much time had passed. He had walked through the entire land, but he still did not find Berserkers' Realm Mountain.
When exhaustion filled Su Ming's body and soul, he sat at the top of a mountain on a continent he had forgotten where he was and where he was, and he looked at the sky in the distance.
"Berserkers' Realm Mountain …" he mumbled.
"The elder said that it's in my heart …" Su Ming closed his eyes. When he did so, the cycles of spring, summer, autumn, and winter went by, and he had no idea how much time had passed …
One day, Su Ming opened his eyes, and a smile of understanding appeared on his ancient face. As he opened his eyes, a mountain appeared before him. It was a mountain that towered into the clouds, and there were three huge words carved deeply into the wall of the mountain.
Berserkers' Realm Mountain!
Su Ming stood up, and with one step, he landed on Berserkers' Realm Mountain. When he stood at the top of the mountain, he looked towards the one hundred thousand feet deep canyon, and with a smile on his face, he took a step towards it. He did not activate his cultivation base, but instead charged swiftly towards the bottom of the canyon.
The piercing howls of wind roared in his ears. His ancient face changed rapidly, and in the end … he turned into a teenager.
His world crumbled with a bang at that instant, turning into fragments of Dark Mountain that tumbled backwards. At the same time, the song of the xun from his dreams reached his ears.
"Understood reincarnation, mastered fate, awakened the soul of the people …
"Sacrificed myself for the Berserkers' Realm, transcended fate, and stepped from one side of the mirror … to the other side.
"From now on, Life Cultivation …
"Who am I..? This is the answer. When you come to Berserkers' Realm Mountain in the real world again, I will wait for you …"
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