"If you become Yin Death's Child, the ninth summit will be protected. The land of Berserkers will once again become a part of Yin Death's Fragmented World that cannot be separated from us. From now on … no Immortals will be able to take even half a step into this place.
"If you become Yin Death's Child, your senior brothers will be able to live. They will not be affected by the disaster this time. In fact, I will instantly heal your eldest senior brother's injuries.
"If you refuse … the ninth summit will no longer exist. Your three senior brothers will also die. The land of Berserkers … will also be separated by Yin Death's Fragmented World, just like before.
"Wear it. At the moment you wear it, you will become Yin Death's Child. You will be sent to the Barren Lands of Divine Essence. That is a region that does not belong to the four Great True Worlds, and neither does it belong to Yin Death Region. It is located outside, and it is very, very far away from here …
"Go to the Barren Lands of Divine Essence and search for … the king of Yin Death's Fragmented World! There should be an entrance to the fifth True World in the Barren Lands of Divine Essence. Search for it …
"Wear it, and you will no longer have freedom. At the instant you wear it, you will lose your emotions … You will become cold and merciless. You will also lose your sense of pain. You will no longer know what pain is.
"You will … become Yin Death's Child that belongs solely to Yin Death's Fragmented World!"
As the world became still, an endless amount of crystalline sparks gradually appeared out of thin air. Once they gathered together, they turned into Su Ming's semi-transparent body. There was an item floating before him at that moment.
It was a mask, a black steel mask.
"Wear it, and from now on … you will no longer be you …"
Su Ming's heart trembled. He stared at the mask in a daze, and the ancient voice that came from Yin Death Vortex echoed in his heart.
Gradually, anguish and absent-mindedness appeared on his face. The dazed look on his face turned into a single sentence in his head.
"When you know who you are, you … will no longer be you. When you no longer know who you are, you … will be you."
Su Ming fell silent.
"Wear it and head to the Barren Lands of Divine Essence. That is the place sealed by the four Great True Worlds. It is a region that the four Great True Worlds fear, and it is guarded by countless powerful warriors from the four Great True Worlds.
That place … was a wasteland, a barren land. It was also … the place where the four Great True Worlds had sealed the fifth True World. It was also … the place where the criminals from the four Great True Worlds had been imprisoned for countless years. At the same time … it was also the place where the powerful warriors were kept!
That place is mysterious and unfathomable. There are endless possibilities there … Yin Death's Child, put on the mask. I promise to protect the Berserkers. I promise you that you will not have to worry about anything … until you die in battle.
Find the king of Yin Death's Fragmented Worlds, or find the entrance to the fifth True World. "
That ancient voice echoed in the silence of the world. It spread out and turned into echoes that echoed for a long time.
"You can't refuse!" These were the final words spoken by the ancient voice. There was mercilessness in those words, but there was not a hint of threat in them. However, everything before Su Ming's eyes was like the sharpest blade, and it made his heart feel as if it was being torn apart.
The ninth summit's destruction was stopped, and the cave abode's collapse only lasted for an instant.
Su Ming remained silent for a moment before he asked in a low voice, "Why me..?"
However, he did not receive an answer to his question.
He gradually lifted his hand. He knew that he could indeed not refuse. When Su Ming held the mask, a thick wave of Yin Death Aura immediately spread out from within. That aura instantly fused with Su Ming's entire body, causing it to swiftly gain corporeal form from its illusory state.
All of his injuries were healed in the blink of an eye. Su Ming's legs, arms, torso, and head appeared in midair in perfect condition.
Su Ming did not immediately put on the mask. Instead, he held it firmly in his hand, which was trembling slightly. He lifted his head and looked at the sky.
"My eldest senior brother's injuries!" Su Ming said in a low voice.
"The moment you put on the mask, he will wake up." Only at that moment did the ancient voice reach Su Ming once again.
Su Ming remained silent for some time before he said again, "I need seven days!"
"Very well. Seven days later, when you put on the mask, I will come and get you." There was mercilessness in the old voice as it slowly spread through the land.
"I want all these thousands of Dao Slaves to die!" Su Ming looked towards the frozen Dao Slaves, and there was a freezing chill in his voice.
"Very well." At the instant the ancient voice uttered those two words, the thousands of Dao Slaves that had been frozen in midair immediately began bleeding from their orifices. Their bodies exploded with a bang, and even their Constellation Robes were unable to stop this destructive force. As they exploded, their flesh and blood scattered in all directions.
The thousands of Dao Slaves all died at that instant.
There were no screams of pain, no struggles.
Su Ming threw his head back and laughed loudly. There was a hint of madness in his laughter, along with a hint of grief. As he laughed, tears fell from his eyes. So these thousands of powerful Dao Slaves were so weak that they would crumble with just one word from a true powerful warrior.
During that instant, Su Ming's desire to become stronger was buried deep in his memories. This was a bloody memory, a memory that would be carved into his bones, and he would never forget it.
'I want the robes on his body to no longer protect him. I want … to personally crush his bones and scatter his ashes!' Su Ming's teary eyes turned crimson at that moment. He turned his head around and glared at Dao Yuan.
"Very well." The ancient voice was as merciless and aloof as ever. Once he answered with that simple sentence, the planets on Dao Yuan's Sacred Constellation Robe, which had been rotating slowly when the world froze, instantly froze.
"Seven days later, I will wait for your call." The ancient voice gradually left into the distance, and when it disappeared from the world, the world's operations returned to normal. The ninth summit's collapse no longer continued. As the thousands of Dao Slaves died, their divine abilities also disappeared.
The ninth summit might be broken, but it still stood tall above the sea.
The seawater resumed tumbling and crashing against the waves. The sea breeze, which had been frozen in place previously, blew away the pieces of flesh and blood of the thousands of Dao Slaves that had fallen into the sea. It took away the thick stench of blood, but it could not melt away the bright red stain on the surface of the sea.
As the Constellation Robe froze and the world resumed its operations, Dao Yuan's emaciated body trembled and let out a shrill scream. He looked at the thousands of Dao Slaves in the sky who had been reduced to pieces of flesh and blood, and his body started trembling violently.
These were his everything. They were his foundation in Morning Dao Sect, and he had paid a huge price to bring this group of guards to his side. Yet now … when he came to the land of Berserkers, all of them had died.
This was a price he could not bear. All the deaths turned into sharp pain in his heart, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood as he trembled. Yet immediately after, all his hair stood on end, and as his soul almost left his body, he saw Su Ming glaring at him with bloodshot eyes in midair.
As Dao Yuan screamed, he retreated without any hesitation, but before he could move thirty feet back, Su Ming took a step forward and appeared before Dao Yuan in an instant, bringing with him a monstrous amount of hatred.
His ferocious expression, bloodshot eyes, and hateful presence caused Dao Yuan's terror to reach its peak. He wanted to activate the Sacred Constellation Robe in a frenzy, but no matter how much he tried, the Sacred Constellation Robe did not change in the slightest. When he wore it, it was like a normal robe, and it had lost all the power it should have.
Su Ming lifted his right hand, and as Dao Yuan screamed in terror, he pinched his right index finger. With a light squeeze, a cracking sound rang in the air, and Su Ming crushed Dao Yuan's right index finger.
Under that intense pain, Dao Yuan's screams of pain became even more intense.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm a direct descendant of Morning Dao Sect …" Before Dao Yuan could finish screaming, Su Ming had already crushed another finger, and then another. When he crushed all ten of Dao Yuan's fingers, his screams of pain became hoarse, and there was a hint of weakness in his voice.
However, madness, malice, and curses could be seen in his eyes.
"If you kill me, then you will die a horrible death. Morning Dao Sect will definitely take revenge for me. All of you Berserkers will die …" Su Ming lifted his right hand and pinched Dao Yuan's right arm. Inch by inch, he started moving upwards from his shattered right arm, and when all the bones in Dao Yuan's right arm were crushed, the shattered bone spikes pierced through Dao Yuan's skin and revealed themselves, making him look incredibly wretched.
Dao Yuan's screams of pain became stronger once more. That pain made his malice and curses disappear. As tears fell from his eyes, he started begging for mercy.
"Let me go, I … I …"
Yet before he could finish begging for mercy, Su Ming had already grabbed his left hand, and just like before, he crushed all the bones in his left arm. Yet even so, Su Ming still did not immediately kill him.
Instead, once he crushed all the bones in Dao Yuan's legs, he untied Dao Yuan's Constellation Robe. Once he put it away, while Dao Yuan was still weakened, Su Ming calmly brought out a medicinal pill for healing injuries, and under Dao Yuan's terror, he tossed it into his mouth.
The medicinal pill melted in Dao Yuan's mouth and turned into a wave of life force that shone in his body, causing Dao Yuan, who was about to lose consciousness, to be unable to fall unconscious. Once again, he experienced the indescribable pain of most of his bones being crushed and rubbing against his flesh.
His shrill and hoarse screams of pain echoed in the air once again. As he screamed, Su Ming took a step forward and stood behind Dao Yuan's trembling body. Once he froze his body with an Art, he slowly lifted his left hand and sliced open Dao Yuan's spine.
Instantly, a long gash appeared. Su Ming's hatred towards Dao Yuan caused him to lift his hands and rip open that gash. As he did so, Dao Yuan let out a shrill cry, and his spine and two rows of ribs were revealed, along with the beating heart and bulging lungs within them.
Su Ming's expression was calm. He stretched his hands in and grabbed Dao Yuan's lungs, then yanked them out. That shrill screech of pain reached its most intense state. As Dao Yuan breathed, his eyes bulged out, and as his body trembled … he truly breathed his last!
His storage bag flew up, and once Su Ming caught it, he closed his eyes, and two streams of tears fell down his cheeks.
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