This act of protection was incredibly important to Su Ming. It was even more important than his life … because if anyone disturbed him on the way and caused the casting of the Art to fail, then not only would his eldest senior brother not be able to wake up, there was a high possibility that he would never wake up again. His consciousness would disappear, and he … would truly turn into a headless stone statue.
At the same time, Hu Zi, who was protecting his eldest senior brother's consciousness, would also fall into a deep sleep due to the disappearance of his eldest senior brother's consciousness. If he was a person without a soul, then even if his physical body was fine, he would lose his soul.
Second senior brother was also the one leading the casting of the Art. He would use his body to cast his divine ability and activate the Heavenly Phantom Art to wake up eldest senior brother, but if he was disturbed and failed, then the Heavenly Phantom would turn on him, and he … would become one of the Heavenly Phantoms without his own consciousness. He would also be known as a broken soul in the world, and he would be doomed for all eternity.
Hu Zi knew the consequences of being disturbed, but he did not care about it for his eldest senior brother. Besides, he believed that his youngest junior brother Su Ming would not allow anyone to disturb him no matter what … unless his youngest junior brother died.
However, if there was truly a danger that could kill his youngest junior brother, then even if they did not cast the Art, they would still die.
Second senior brother also knew the consequences. If it was not someone from the ninth summit, he would not have taken the risk, but if it was his eldest senior brother, then no matter how great of a price he had to pay, he would still make the same choice.
They had placed their lives in Su Ming's hands. To him, his eldest senior brother, second senior brother, and Hu Zi were incredibly precious existences in his life. He … would not allow anyone to disturb them.
Moonlight scattered on the ground. Su Ming sat at the top of the mountain and looked at his second senior brother, who had his eyes closed as he meditated and had his soul spread out to fuse with the world. He looked at the sleeping Hu Zi and the headless statue of his eldest senior brother. He still remembered the words his second senior brother had said before he cast the Art.
"This casting of the Art will take three months if it's quick, and half a year if it's slow … But with the Shaman Origin Blood that youngest junior brother brought, as long as the process goes smoothly, then I am nearly one hundred percent confident that I can … wake eldest senior brother up!"
Su Ming spread out his Atman and surrounded the entire ninth summit. He sensed the many Runes and seals he had placed around the ninth summit during the past two days. There were also the Runes that Hu Zi had personally placed when he was truly casting the Art.
It could be said that the entire circular area of ten thousand lis around the ninth summit was filled with Runes and seals. This was the first layer of defense around the perimeter.
There was also a seal on the wall at the top of the mountain. Su Ming had placed it there. He sat down cross-legged on the mountain rock and sucked in a deep breath. He stood guard quietly and waited for his eldest senior brother to wake up once time passed.
He looked forward to when his Eldest Brother woke up, and the four of them would be happy together. They would go to the Western Alliance, to the Northern Provinces, and accompany him to see if Dark Mountain really existed in the Western Alliance. If … if Lei Chen really existed.
Together, they would go to the Immortal World to search for their master and bathe the Immortal World in blood.
As he thought about it, a happy smile appeared on Su Ming's face, just like a child. This smile was rarely seen on him, and it was only when he was in the ninth summit that his smile could be so clear. There was no scheming, no scheming. There was only the warmth of family.
The Nine Peaks were like their home.
Su Ming looked at his second senior brother, eldest senior brother, and Hu Zi. As he smiled, determination appeared in his eyes.
No matter who it was, no matter what force of power, unless they stepped over his dead body, he would absolutely not allow anyone to interrupt him while he was casting his Art.
Days passed by. The top of the ninth summit was filled with Runes. Even Yu Xuan and the others could only stay outside. If they showed any signs of trespassing, then Su Ming would punish them harshly.
No one was allowed to take even half a step into the mountain.
An oppressive atmosphere gradually surrounded the ninth summit, but within that oppressive atmosphere was a large amount of understanding. All the people in the ninth summit obeyed the promise Su Ming had made and were not allowed to step onto the mountain.
In the blink of an eye, seven days passed. When the morning of the eighth day arrived, there was a small tribe in a part of Eastern Wastelands. The tribe was not big and only had a few hundred people.
In the past, smoke would rise from the chimneys of this small tribe in the mornings, and the children would play happily. The men of the Berserker Tribe would hunt, and the women would take care of the elderly. They lived happily in the peace where the Immortals did not exist.
Yet on this day, there was no smoke from the chimneys of the tribe in the morning, neither were there any cheerful sounds of play. There was only … shrill and weak screams of pain.
Those screams of pain were enough to make all those who heard them feel their hearts tremble. They were the shocking screams of women in despair.
At that moment, dried up blood could be seen everywhere in the tribe. Corpses of the elderly, men, women, and children were scattered all over the tribe.
From the dried up blood, it could be seen that they had been dead for more than a few hours. Their expressions were filled with despair and confusion, and they had died horribly.
There was no sign of resistance. It was a one-sided massacre.
In fact, there was even a child of four or five years old who was pinned to a tree. That frail body had long since turned cold, but the pained expression on his pale face was a testament to the pain he had gone through as he died.
There were five aloof men standing outside a tent in the tribe. They were all dressed in black, and their clothes were filled with starlight. They turned a blind eye to the hundreds of corpses in the tribe.
The woman's shrill screams of pain came from within the tent. These screams came from different women for an entire night.
When morning passed, the clear sky seemed to be unwilling to see the wretched sight on the ground. Dark clouds gradually rose, and rain started falling. As the rain poured down, the flaps of the tents were lifted.
A young man tidied up his robes as he walked out. There were also stars on his robes, and they were rotating slowly, causing him to look as if he had been separated from the world.
This person was the Young Master the Immortals had spoken of, Dao Yuan, who had an incredibly noble status in Morning Dao Sect!
He held a fan in his hand, and with an arrogant look on his face, he pulled down the flaps of the tent. The people outside should not be able to see what was inside, but when the wind blew through the rain, it lifted the flaps and revealed the wretched sight within.
There were more than ten corpses of women, and all of them were naked. Their eyes were wide open, and the despair and aura of death within them was enough to make a person's heart and soul shatter.
"The Berserkers are boring. They don't even have a single decent powerful warrior, and the women are incredibly vulgar. There's no one who can catch my eye. I've barely managed to survive these past few days. It's really boring." As the young man with the fan shook his head, a regretful look appeared on his face, and he walked out of the tribe.
He had been in the land of Berserkers for several days, and he had rushed through the Alliance of the Western Region, Northern Province, and other places. His guards had killed more than one hundred tribes, and there were plenty of women who had been humiliated and killed, but he had not run into anyone or anything that interested him.
"But they say that this is Yin Death Region. Heh heh, I, Dao Yuan, have played with so many women in Yin Death Region. Once I return to the sect, I'll definitely show off." The young man stepped on blood and corpses. The five men in black behind him were all expressionless, as if they would not be affected even if the sky fell and the earth cracked before them. There was also a thick, indistinct, murderous aura coming from their bodies. These were five callous, merciless, and murderous people.
Shocking waves of power were sealed within their bodies, so much so that no one could tell their level of cultivation. However, if they could be summoned by Dao Yuan to accompany him into Yin Death Vortex, then they were clearly not weaklings.
"It's about time. Let's go to South Morning and take a look. Dao Slave 19, how was the Soulsearch?" the young man asked flatly once he walked out of the dead tribe.
"Young master, we didn't manage to find the Berserkers' God of Berserkers, and divine sense is restricted in this place … But if the Berserkers truly have a God of Berserkers, then he must be in South Morning," one of the five men in black said in a low voice.
"Then let's go to South Morning and leave. There's no point in staying here." The young man closed his fan and stepped into the air. The five Dao Slaves followed behind him and charged towards South Morning.
As they charged through the sky, the young man yawned and would occasionally look at the ground. His face was filled with derision. To him, all the people here were uncivilized. They wore beast skins and sackcloth. Even if they were slightly better off, they were still far inferior to those from Morning Dao Sect.
"Primitive, but not barbaric. It's incredibly boring." The young man averted his gaze in disdain.
The five people behind him did not say a single word. They just followed behind him quietly. To them, it was not important whether this place was primitive or not. Their mission was to protect their young master and kill all the people their young master wanted to kill.
To them, the land of Berserkers … was so weak that it could not even withstand a single blow. Even if there were some Berserkers who were slightly stronger, they were at most between the First and Second Step. They could crush them as easily as crushing ants.
The only places they needed to pay attention to were Eastern Wastelands Tower and Great Yu Palace, which was the place where the Immortals descended. The five of them automatically avoided these places and did not tell the young man about them.
Before long, when the young man lost most of his interest and no longer looked at the ground, they left Eastern Wastelands and appeared above the Dead Sea.
"Young master, the Land of South Morning has shattered and turned into an innumerable amount of islands … Many of these islands are inhabited by Berserkers. There are three largest islands among them, and they should have the most people." One of the five men in black held a Feng Shui compass in his hands, and on that Feng Shui compass was a map of the entire land of Berserkers.
"Let's go straight to the three largest islands." The young man yawned and waved his right hand. Immediately, a pitch-black longship about thirty feet long appeared in front of him. He stepped onto it, and the five people behind him followed. The longship shot forward with a whooshing sound.
It traveled so quickly that in the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.
Before long, the bored young man on the longship brought out his fan and swept his gaze across the land. With it, he suddenly widened his eyes.
"Stop!" He immediately spoke, and the longship instantly stopped in midair. In the direction of the young man's gaze, there was an island on the Dead Sea … That was Southern Swamp Island, where Fang Cang Lan was.
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