Su Ming did not have any deep grudge against the Shaman Tribe's Great Patriarch.
It did not matter whether it was his previous life in the cycles of life and death or his current life, there was no grudge between them. The only thing worth mentioning was their meeting during the battle between the Shamans and Berserkers.
Su Ming had not expected that the battle would end like this, but it was not entirely impossible.
It was especially so for Su Ming to see something familiar about the Great Patriarch. It was a struggle to walk from death to life. It was a Life of nine deaths. However, it was incredibly difficult for him to perfect and fuse with this Life that was given to him by someone else.
With all the Shaman Essence Blood, Su Ming left God of Shamans Island. When he left, the Great Patriarch personally sent him off a thousand lis and wrapped his fist in his palm to bid him farewell. From then on, he would still be cultivating nine lives, but … he would only be nine lives. If he died during his ninth resurrection, then he would never be able to wake up again.
This was because he had destroyed his physical body. This action might seem stupid, but only Su Ming and the boy knew that if he did not destroy something, he would not be able to build something! If he did not want to live, how could he lust for life? If he did not lust for life, how could he go against the heavens?!
The boy looked at Su Ming and said seriously, "I will remember this kindness. If you ever need my help in the future, I … will definitely return this kindness."
He knew that this sort of enlightenment was a serendipity that could only be found by chance. This sort of enlightenment also let him know that his previous path was wrong, and now, he had to change it.
Su Ming looked at the Shaman Tribe's Great Patriarch, and after a moment of pensive silence, he spoke languidly. "I won't kill you because your path of Life Cultivation is similar to mine. I want to see whether you can go through the metamorphosis from death to life … but this is between you and my eldest senior brother. If my eldest senior brother wants to kill you, then I will attack."
The boy smiled faintly.
"The blood of Nine Li is not passed down through the direct line of descent. It can be awakened in all those who possess the blood of Nine Li. I have killed many of the Lords of Nine Li who had yet to grow up, but I did not harm a single member of your eldest senior brother's family. I … admit that I chased after his life in the past.
"But my physical body has already scattered. From now on, there will no longer be a Great Patriarch of the Shaman Tribe. I will only be a person searching for my path of Life. All my grudges will disappear with the death of my physical body.
"If he comes looking for me … I will give it to him." The young man smiled and raised his head to look at the sky. His expression revealed a kind of understanding towards life and death.
"I'll be heading to the Alliance of the Western Region and Northern Province soon. I'll bring the Berserkers from Eastern Wastelands to kill all the Immortals … There should be Shamans in those two continents as well." Su Ming looked at the boy.
The boy remained silent for a moment before he wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed towards Su Ming once again. "At that time, I am willing to travel with you."
Su Ming did not speak anymore. He turned around and walked into the distance. The big black dog that was the bald crane followed behind him, and by its side was the yellow mutt. As for Yu Xuan, she was sitting on the mutt with a grin on her face. She had gained quite a lot from this trip to the land of the Shamans.
In a great mood, she grabbed the mutt's fur, causing it to run a few steps faster with a long face. When it caught up to Su Ming, Yu Xuan looked at him expectantly.
"Dummy Su, where are we going now?"
Su Ming's expression was calm. He walked in midair and cast his gaze into the distance. He did not intend to immediately return to the ninth summit. After all, even if he had the Shaman Source Blood, his second senior brother only had a slight chance of helping his eldest senior brother recover.
'A Shaman Dragon …' Su Ming's footsteps came to a halt and he turned his head around to look in another direction. That was where Western Sea Clan's island was located.
Besides Western Sea Island, Su Ming had already visited all the three islands of South Morning.
When Su Ming cast his gaze towards Western Sea Island, Yu Xuan's smile instantly grew brighter. She blinked and became filled with anticipation. She believed that she should be able to obtain quite a lot of rewards from Western Sea Island.
She naturally treated these rewards as the interest she obtained from Su Ming. She also felt that this sort of life was pretty good. Su Ming intimidated the people in front of him while she looted from behind.
"Su Ming, um … when are you going to go to the Immortal sects in the other continents? I'll go and cheer for you," Yu Xuan said with a grin. Her face was filled with excitement.
"You've looted quite a lot from God of Shamans Island," Su Ming said flatly.
Yu Xuan's eyes immediately went wide. The excitement instantly disappeared, replaced by wariness.
"What do you want to do? I didn't loot a lot, just a little bit. If you don't believe me, you can ask Little Baldy," Yu Xuan immediately said.
"The Immortals in the other continents are right there. You can go and snatch them yourself. With your level of cultivation, it won't be difficult for you to do this." Su Ming looked at Yu Xuan.
"I'm a kind person, how could I do something like snatching other people's things? This sort of thing is too troublesome. If I'm not careful, someone will know about it. Besides, I don't have any grudge against them, so there's no reason for me to snatch their things.
"But it'll be different if I follow behind you." Yu Xuan winked.
"I want nine-tenths of all the things you looted," Su Ming said calmly.
"Eight-nine-tenths … Why don't you just go and snatch them?!" Yu Xuan instantly panicked. Without caring about her image, she stood on the mutt's body, and her expression changed.
"I've always been snatching them." Su Ming looked at Yu Xuan and refused to budge.
"One-tenth. I can only give you one-tenth at most. You have to know that this is my hard-earned money, and there's also my capital, and … no matter what, I can only give you one-tenth," Yu Xuan said with a huff with her eyes wide open.
"If you weren't around, I could have obtained all of it myself."
"I know how to perform Soulseek. I can find where they hide their treasures, and it'll save you a lot of trouble."
"Just destroy the sect. Don't perform Soulseek."
"I … I can help you open their Rune so that the Berserkers won't have to suffer so many casualties," Yu Xuan immediately said.
Su Ming fell into a moment of pensive silence, but before he could finish speaking, a thought appeared in Yu Xuan's head, and the mutt beneath her immediately turned into a long arc and charged into the distance with her.
"Su Ming, you must be tired. Why don't you let me handle Western Sea Island? It's just a Shaman Dragon, right? I'll go and get it for you." As Yu Xuan left into the distance, her clear voice traveled into the air. Judging by the direction she was heading, she was heading to Western Sea Clan's island.
Su Ming's expression was one of indifference. He smiled faintly and moved towards Western Sea Island at a moderate pace.
Understanding appeared on the face of the black dog that was the bald crane by his side. It looked at Su Ming, then at Yu Xuan, who was leaving into the distance, then bared its teeth and smiled.
'Looks like this Su Ming is also a cunning person. I'll have to be more careful in the future.' The bald crane suddenly missed Qian Chen a little. It felt that Qian Chen was still the best. He was so stupid that it could bully him as it pleased.
Yu Xuan was incredibly quick. When Su Ming arrived outside Western Sea Island, loud booming sounds reached his ears, along with dragon roars echoing in the air.
Western Sea Island's Rune was also trembling and distorting at that moment. With one step, Su Ming passed through the island's Rune and stepped onto Western Sea Island.
When he looked over, he found that the island was about the same size as Freezing Sky Clan's island. The land was filled with mountains and forests, and in the distance … was a huge yellowish-brown … dog that was several tens of thousands of feet big. It was roaring at the ground in midair, and as it roared, violent gusts of wind raged. Layers of ripples spread out from its mouth, and wherever those ripples went, the mountains would crumble and the earth would crack.
Yu Xuan cast some unknown divine ability above the big yellow dog's head, and storage bags, spirit stones, and various Enchanted Treasures were charging towards her from all directions as if they were being sucked in. Yu Xuan quickly put them away, as if she was afraid that if she was too slow, Su Ming would come and snatch them from her.
There were dozens of Western Sea Clan's Sect Elders before the big yellow dog. They were fighting back with everything they had, but their bodies were being forced to retreat against their will.
Su Ming stood on a mountain and once he sat down cross-legged, he looked at the scene in the distance. He did not attack, but as he swept his gaze across the area, he spread his Atman outwards and covered Western Sea Island. After a moment, he looked towards the northern side of Western Sea Island. That place was filled with forests, but in the depths of the forest was a pond. The water in that pond was clear, and there was a wooden house beside it.
Su Ming stood up. He did not bother himself with Yu Xuan looting the place or the mutt flaunting its prowess. With one move, he charged towards the northern part of the forest. The bald crane hesitated for a moment, and when it slowed down slightly, it turned around and charged towards the ground. It wanted to see whether it could obtain some benefits during the chaos.
Su Ming walked into the northern part of the forest. As the low growls from the mutt in the sky continued echoing in his ears, he arrived at the depths of the forest, right outside the pond and the wooden house.
When he got closer, the noise outside seemed to have largely disappeared, and a sense of tranquility rose within him.
"A friend has come from afar. I have not been a good host." The moment Su Ming stepped into the place, a hoarse and old voice came from the wooden house. Along with that voice was an old man with a head full of white hair dressed in a sackcloth.
He walked out of the wooden house slowly and looked towards Su Ming.
His eyes were as clear as the water in the pond, and there was a presence that could capture souls. When he looked towards Su Ming, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I am Li Long. Greetings, God of Berserkers." The old man remained silent for a moment before he wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed towards Su Ming.
Su Ming looked at the old man. He could sense a hint of power that surpassed great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm and was half a step into Life Cultivation Realm. However, that trace was very faint and had not stabilized.
The old man looked at Su Ming and asked in a low voice, "May I know why you have come here, God of Berserkers?"
Su Ming looked at the pond and asked flatly, "Western Sea Island is too small. The Land of South Morning has already shattered. Are you willing to move to another place and build up Western Sea Clan?"
"Oh?" A barely noticeable glint appeared in Li Long's eyes.
"You are already half a step into Life Cultivation Realm. You chose this place to quietly train and ignore the matter of Western Sea Clan's intruders. You must have gained some sort of epiphany and are seeking to move into Life Cultivation Realm.
"Life Cultivation Realm requires you to know your destiny. What is your destiny?" Su Ming turned around and looked at the old man with bright eyes.
Li Long fell silent.
Su Ming did not continue speaking. Instead, he went to the side of the pond and looked at it without a single word. He could see a pair of eyes looking at him from the bottom of the pond, and within those eyes was wariness, fear, and respect.
Li Long remained silent for a moment before he spoke hoarsely, "I'm about to rot. How could I know my destiny?"
Su Ming did not speak anymore. Instead, he crouched down and placed his right hand on the pond. Immediately, ripples appeared on the surface of the pond, and gradually, a gigantic head rose from the water.
It was a dragon's head that was several dozens of feet big. It was a Shaman Dragon covered in scales. (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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