Its head floated up from the pool and looked at Su Ming. There was respect and fear in its eyes. It could sense the barely discernible presence coming from Su Ming's body, and the strength of that presence was something it had never seen before.
He stroked the dragon's head gently. When Su Ming stood up, the Shaman Dragon seemed to have sensed his intentions. As its body trembled, more ripples appeared on the surface of the pool.
It opened its mouth slowly, and as its body twisted, it spat out a ball of blood the size of a fist. That ball of blood exuded a pure presence of the Shaman Tribe. That ball of blood gradually floated towards Su Ming and stopped before him.
Once it did so, the Shaman Dragon's face became slightly dispirited. It lowered its head respectfully towards Su Ming before slowly sinking back into the pool.
Su Ming took the ball of blood, cast it a glance, then put it away into his storage bag before turning around and walking out of the forest. He did not say a single word to Guru Li Long.
He had already given him a chance, but it was clear that Guru Li Long had chosen to reject it.
When he asked for Su Ming's life, he did not want an answer, but to ask for it.
However, Guru Li Long did not search for it. Instead, he calmly said that he was about to rot away. If Su Ming truly only had the memories of this one Style and had only cultivated for hundreds of years, then perhaps he would not have immediately understood the meaning behind those words. However, he had experienced far too many things, and those dozens of reincarnations were equivalent to dozens of lives.
This was not something Guru Li Long could compare to. The meaning behind his words was that he was looking down on Su Ming from the bottom of his heart. He was not looking down on Su Ming's level of cultivation, but on his age.
To Guru Li Long, Su Ming was indeed the God of Berserkers, but he was too young. He was so young that Guru Li Long could not completely acknowledge him and be willing to lower his head and allow him to guide him.
If Su Ming was an old man who had been famous for many years, then Guru Li Long would have a completely different result.
If that was the case, Su Ming would naturally not say anything else. When he turned around and left, he gradually walked into the distance. Behind him, Guru Li Long watched him leave with a slightly complicated expression.
He also knew that he had rejected a chance. Perhaps this chance could have allowed him to reach a breakthrough in his level of cultivation, but perhaps … it would not. After all, the God of Berserkers before him was so young that it was difficult for him to acknowledge him.
In fact, his mentality was similar to that of many people. They often believed that those younger than them could not be trusted. Even if their cultivation was higher than theirs, it was difficult to change this attitude in their hearts.
As Su Ming left into the distance, Guru Li Long's gaze followed him, but when Su Ming was one thousand feet away and a small part of his body was hidden by the forest, Guru Li Long's pupils suddenly shrank.
He vaguely felt that this figure was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. However, this memory was clearly very old, and it was difficult for him to recall when he had seen this similar figure.
"Sir God of Berserkers, have we met before?" Li Long asked after a moment of hesitation.
"No." When Su Ming spoke, he disappeared into the forest.
They had seen him before, but at that time, Su Ming did not look like this. He had been an ancient old man, and he looked different from his current self.
Once he walked out of the forest, Su Ming did not turn his head back. He walked straight out of Western Sea Island, and the instant he was about to step out of the island, he sent a faint voice towards Yu Xuan, who was excitedly sucking in a large amount of storage bags, crystals, and Enchanted Treasures in the sky.
"Are you done playing? I'm leaving." Once Su Ming finished speaking, he walked out of Western Sea Island. Once he stepped out of the Rune, he charged towards Freezing Sky Clan's island.
He had already obtained all the items he needed, and now, he was going to work with his second senior brother to cast his Art and wake his eldest senior brother up!
Almost the moment Su Ming left, Yu Xuan let out a cheer and patted the gloomy mutt that had grown to several tens of thousands of feet. The mutt felt incredibly aggrieved. It was an incredibly noble Abyss Dragon, but its young mistress had insisted that it turn into a mutt.
And the most outrageous thing was that even if it had turned into the size of several tens of thousands of feet, it still did not allow itself to turn into an Abyss Dragon. It could only maintain the mutt's appearance.
When it left, it turned around and cast a fierce glance at the thousands of Western Sea Clan members who had surrounded and attacked it previously but had all been scattered by its roars. With a harrumph, it turned into a long arc and charged away.
There was still a black shadow chattering excitedly on the ground. When it saw the big yellow leaving in the sky, the bald crane also quickly left with a reluctant look on its face.
Eastern Wastelands and South Morning were in a state of relative peace in the land of Berserkers. Countless Berserkers were gathering together, and within a few days, they would head to the Alliance of the Western Region and Northern Province. At the same time Su Ming left Western Sea Island, Yu Xuan, the mutt, and the bald crane swiftly left …
Beyond the Berserkers' sky, beyond Yin Death Vortex, which contained numerous entrances to fragments of the world, there were more than several thousands of longships around the nine gigantic cultivation planets!
There were several cultivators dressed in black standing on each of those longships, and there was a picture of a planet on each of their robes. The picture of the planet was incredibly realistic, causing them to look as if they did not have bodies when they stood on the longships in the galaxy. It was as if they had fused together with the galaxy.
Besides the thousands of longships, there were nearly one hundred thousand Immortals in the area. All of them had respectful expressions on their faces, and not a single sound could be heard.
At that moment, there was a young man standing on the longship right in front of the group. That young man had a head full of black hair that danced in the air. He had a handsome face, but his lips were thin, and there was a faint hint of arrogance on his face.
His robes were different from the others. The constellations on the others' robes were still and unmoving, but only the constellations on his robes were rotating slowly. It looked incredibly bizarre, as if his robes were a world itself, and they had their own movements.
There were eight people surrounding the young man like stars surrounding the moon. These eight people were all old, and all of them … were clearly Lords of World Planes.
"You're just mere Immortals. I came here, but the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors did not come to greet me," the young man said flatly.
"Young Master, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, they …"
"There's no need to say anything. My status in the sect is not high enough. Hmph, if my big brother came, they would have come to flatter him a long time ago." The young man waved his hand, and his expression turned dark.
"Young Master … this is …" The eight Immortals around the young man smiled wryly, and when they looked at him, their gazes were filled with respect.
"Is this the Yin Death Region that you Immortals have been guarding for generations?" The young man's gaze fell on Yin Death Vortex in the galaxy.
"This is Yin Death Region," an old Immortal beside the young man immediately answered respectfully.
"Rumor has it that Yin Death Region contains a power that can destroy the entire True Morning Dao World …" A glint appeared in the young man's eyes. He walked out of the longship and stood in the galaxy. As he looked at Yin Death Vortex in the distance, an interested look appeared on his face.
"Since it possesses this sort of power, then if I become the Sect Master of Morning Dao Sect in the future, I will definitely send people to investigate this place at full force." The young man moved, intending to get closer to investigate.
However, he had just moved less than a thousand feet when he suddenly stopped. His expression changed drastically because ninety-nine presences had suddenly appeared in the boundless starry sky outside the Yin Death Vortex. Behind the ninety-nine presences, there were forty-nine even more powerful wills lingering.
"As expected, there are ninety-nine tiger talismans and forty-nine dragon talismans suppressing Yin Death Region …" The young man hesitated for a moment, but he did not go deeper. Instead, he turned around and returned to his longship.
"Alright, I'm just passing by. I can only stay for seven days. You must gather the spirit stones I asked you to within seven days." The young man stood on the longship and cast a cold glance at the Immortals beside him.
The Immortals smiled wryly. One of the middle-aged men hesitated for a moment before he moved forward and spoke in a low voice.
"Young Master, please give us a few more days. The number of spirit stones you want is too great. We … will need some time to prepare them …"
"Seven days. Not even one more day. If we can't get enough spirit stones … heh heh." The young man's expression immediately turned cold.
"Young Master …" One of the Immortals suddenly took a few steps forward and said in a low voice, "Young Master, you seem to be very interested in Yin Death Region. I have a way for you to enter Yin Death Region without activating the suppressing spirit talismans."
"Oh?" A glint immediately appeared in the young man's eyes, and he looked towards the old Immortal who had spoken.
"That's right. If your method is truly effective, then I can give you a few more days, but if it doesn't work, then the time limit will remain the same for seven days, but the number of spirit stones will be doubled."
"Don't worry, Young Master. Please!" The old man smiled faintly and immediately spoke. The others hesitated for a moment, but they did not say that the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors had already given their orders. They were not allowed to activate the Rune and send people to descend. They would only activate it when they returned.
Several hours later, thousands of longships were spread out in the region filled with an endless amount of continents in the Immortals' galaxy. The Immortals surrounded the young man and guided him to the continent and altar at the center, which was where Su Ming's physical body was located.
The young man cast a glance at Su Ming's physical body, then as if he had remembered something, he asked coldly, "He's that b * tch's older brother?"
"Young Master, you're wise. That's him. The method to enter Yin Death Region is to use his physical body to activate the Rune, but … we need two days to prepare, and once we descend, our levels of cultivation will be limited. We can't send too many people."
"It's fine. Dao Slave 19, 21, 31, 41, 51, the five of you, step forward." The young man was completely unbothered. As he spoke, five people in black immediately disappeared from the ships around him. When they reappeared, they were already behind the young man.
"Activate the Rune. With the five of them protecting me, even the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors won't be able to do anything to me." The young man lifted his right hand, and a fan appeared in his hand as he spoke smugly.
As the Immortals' Rune was slowly activated, the moon and stars in the land of Berserkers became sparse. The sea breeze blew, causing the surface of the sea to stir up ripples that looked like silver leaves under the moonlight. They brought with them a wave of dampness that crashed into the walls of the mountains. Once they shattered without a sound, they were swept up by the incoming wind and scattered into the distance.
It had been two days since Su Ming returned to the ninth summit. At that moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the cliff of the ninth summit. His expression was calm, but there was also vigilance. He had his Atman spread out in all directions, and if there was even the slightest movement, he would immediately notice it.
Second senior brother was sitting cross-legged by his side, and he was spreading out his divine soul at full power to stir up the power of Heavenly Phantom in the land of Berserkers to wake up eldest senior brother. As for Hu Zi, he was snoring, using Infiltration to protect his eldest senior brother's will.
It did not matter whether it was second senior brother or Hu Zi, they could not be interrupted while they were casting their Arts, or else … not only would eldest senior brother not be able to wake up, even second senior brother and Hu Zi's lives would be in danger.
Su Ming's task was to protect them! (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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