The Barren Lands of Divine Essence were in the shape of a gourd.
The mouth of the gourd was where the main camp of the forces of power from the four Great True Worlds keeping a lookout over the barren lands was located. This place was heavily guarded, and it was deathly still all year round. Even the True Guards from the four Great True Worlds were not allowed to take even half a step into this place unless they were summoned.
All those who violated this rule would be punished with a grave crime and sent to Sinful Barren Lands.
There was a huge vortex in the area of the main camp. It was constantly rotating, but it was silent. From the distance, the light from the vortex was dazzling, as if it was a galaxy, but if anyone got closer, they would be able to see that the galaxy that formed this galaxy was made up of stars.
An endless amount of stars formed this gigantic vortex, and all those who saw it would be unable to help themselves from being shocked.
At that moment, a long arc charged over from beyond the vortex. Once it closed in, that long arc turned into a person. It was a young man with the mark of a peach blossom at the center of his brows. With a respectful expression on his face, he wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed deeply beyond the vortex.
Compared to the huge vortex, his existence was like that of an ant. He was completely inconspicuous.
Time trickled by, and soon, several hours went by. The young man still bowed deeply without moving or saying a single word. He just waited quietly.
Suddenly, the speed at which the vortex rotated became slightly faster. As it rotated rapidly, a cultivation planet broke away from the vortex's orbit and charged towards the periphery. With a presence that could destroy the sky and earth, it charged towards the young man.
Once it stopped before the young man, a cold and indifferent voice came slowly from the cultivation planet.
"Come." That voice might have only said one word, but it contained a supreme, awe-inspiring might. It was as if no one in the world could go against his words.
Only then did the young man with the mark of the peach blossom at the center of his brows lift his body, which had been bowing deeply, and turn into a long arc that charged towards the cultivation planet before him. After a moment, he stepped onto the cultivation planet, and before him was a vast desert.
He could vaguely see a towering hall in the distance. That hall was yellowish brown, and it stood alone in the desert. There was a whirlwind howling around it, sweeping up sand and turning it into a windstorm.
At the same time, in front of the temple, in the desert, nearly a hundred figures could be seen.
They were all cultivators. There were men and women, old and young. They lay on the sand and slowly crawled forward. Their clothes were tattered and tattered, but their expressions were fanatical and strange. They were slowly crawling toward the main hall.
The young man with the mark of a peach blossom between his brows looked at the great hall in the distance. He quietly crouched down until his body was prostrated on the sand. Then, just like the other figures he saw, he crawled forward.
Everything was deathly silent. Other than the moaning of the wind, there was no other sound. The people crawling on the ground gave off a strange feeling. Even the cultivator in the front, who seemed to be very close to the main hall, was still moving forward, as if he couldn't see anything.
It was as if this hall was different in everyone's eyes.
The young man with the mark of a peach blossom at the center of his brows continued crawling forward. His robes were torn and showed signs of being burned. His hair was dry, but there was determination in his eyes. After two hours, he finally crawled to the hall in front of his eyes in a disheveled state.
When he was there, he sucked in a deep breath. Once he stood up, he walked into the hall.
The hall was very empty. There was only a table in it. There was an oil lamp on it, and the flame in the wick swayed slightly. Countless faces with strange smiles could be seen interchanging in the light. None of the faces were the same, as if the faces in the lamp had never been the same over the countless years.
The crackling sounds of flames burning echoed in the hall. Besides the oil lamp on the table, there was also a bamboo slip. Half of the bamboo slip was unfurled, and under the light from the lamp, it exuded an ancient presence.
The young man knelt down on one knee and pressed his palm against the flagstone on the ground. He lowered his head and said respectfully, "I, Dao Ren, a ninth level True Guard from True Sacred Yin World, greet Lord True General Huo Zhu."
"Tell me." An ancient and cold voice came from the flame in the wick of the oil lamp. The face in the flame no longer changed. It stopped on a woman's face with the ghost of a smile on her lips.
"The first time I discovered this person was in Crimson Flame Planet …" The young man did not dare lift his head. In a low voice, he told her everything he knew about the person called Mo Su without holding anything back.
"… I want to investigate the ancient scrolls of reincarnation and find this person's origins. From there, I will come up with a plan to lure him out and make him appear on his own."
His voice echoed in the hall. When the young man finished speaking, his voice was still echoing in the area and lingering for a long time.
After some time, the woman's face in the lamp opened her mouth, and an ancient and cold voice tumbled out. "This person is not in the cycle of reincarnation."
The young man was momentarily stunned, then his expression immediately changed. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.
"I am certain that this person is still in Western Ring Nebula, and I am also certain that he has used some unknown method to fuse with the Divinity Incarceration Rune. He can use the power of the Rune to warp or suppress others. "Lord True General, please seal off the borders leading to the other galaxies in Western Ring Nebula … and close … the Divinity Incarceration Rune.
"I will give you a wisp of candle flame. Burn your life and maintain this candle flame forever. Fate will guide you to find this person. I will allow you to close the Divinity Incarceration Rune once, and the duration will not exceed three months. " Once the ancient and cold voice finished speaking, the flame in the wick of the oil lamp swayed. At the same time, the young man with the mark of the peach blossom at the center of his brows shuddered violently.
Flames immediately burned on his body. Those flames flowed like flowing water and gathered on the young man's hair, causing it to dance in the air. It looked as if flames were swaying.
The mark of the peach blossom at the center of his brows instantly disappeared and turned into flames.
"Your body is the candle, and your life is the flame. You … can leave."
The young man's body immediately fell back against his will, and he instantly turned into a ball of flames that swept out of the hall, the desert, and the planet. When he reappeared, he was in the galaxy. Before him was a rotating vortex. As for the cultivation planet, it was slowly moving backwards until it disappeared into the vortex and became one of the countless planets in it.
"A person who is no longer in the cycle of reincarnation, a variable that was sent here through a special method. Why is it that I sensed … its presence in your story?
"Damn it! That crane … who is going to sink into the sea of bitterness for all eternity, who is hated to the extreme, who wants to be killed millions upon millions of times, and who is doomed for all eternity!" Once the young man was swept away, a low roar that was no longer ancient or cold came from within the hall. Instead, it was filled with hatred and madness.
As that roar echoed in the air, the oil lamp on the table in the hall let out an intense burning sound. Countless faces appeared within it, causing the flame from the wick to instantly fill the entire hall. It spread out and instantly covered the entire cultivation planet, causing it to burn fiercely.
…..
"Achoo!" On a meteor charging forward in Western Ring Nebula was the bald crane, which was lying down lazily with sparkling eyes and holding a crystal in its claws with a pleased look on its face. At that moment, it sneezed three times in succession.
"Darn it all, someone must be talking about their Grandpa Crane. Ah, as a crane and as a bird, I have to keep a low profile. I have to keep a low profile. I can't always be remembered by others … Achoo!" Before the bald crane could finish mumbling, it sneezed again. This time, it was angry.
It crawled up, and a fierce look appeared in its eyes as it looked around.
"Darn it all, who's talking about your Grandpa Crane?! I'll kill you!" When the bald crane's face was filled with anger, the Duke of Crimson Flame instinctively cast a glance at it from not too far away, then quickly lowered his head and no longer bothered with it. The more he felt that the bald crane was like the one in the legends, the more he did not dare to get involved with it. He remembered that all those who got involved with that person in the legends did not end up well.
The meteor sliced through the galaxy. Under the Duke of Crimson Flame's protection and the bald crane's anger, the flames on Su Ming's body had already reached their most violent state. They burned every inch of his flesh and blood, regardless of whether he was inside or outside his body.
His body had already withered up, and he looked like a withered piece of wood.
Another half a month passed by. Su Ming's body did not move. His skin was covered in cracks, but he no longer seemed to have any flames on him. Seven days ago, the sea of fire around his body had tumbled backwards and crawled into his body.
The presence of death grew stronger on Su Ming's body, and on one day, when the cracks on his body let out cracking sounds, the Duke of Crimson Flame immediately looked towards him with a grave expression. Even the bald crane's gaze fell on Su Ming.
The cracked skin shattered piece by piece once again. At the same time, Su Ming … slowly opened his eyes.
The instant he opened his eyes, a faint golden light spread out from his pupils, causing his eyes to shine with a threatening light and an awe-inspiring might. As Su Ming opened his eyes, the cracking sounds on his body became even stronger. Cracks fell off one by one, eventually revealing his faint golden skin. When all the cracks fell off, Su Ming's body shone with a faint golden light that enveloped his entire body, making him look as if he was covered in a hazy glow.
Su Ming let out a deep breath. The galaxy around him immediately started trembling, and a sea of fire appeared around the meteor. It burned with a loud whistle and spread out with a bang. In the blink of an eye, it covered a circular area of fifty thousand feet.
The presence of World Plane Realm erupted from within that area. This time, Su Ming did not use the Rune, but used his physical body to execute the power of World Planes.
"World Plane Realm …" Su Ming stood up from the meteor. Loud booming sounds came from his body, and when he clenched his fist, the sea of fire within fifty thousand feet tumbled backwards. At the instant Su Ming clenched his fist, it was as if he had absorbed the entire sea of fire and gathered it on his palm.
"This is my own power. My physical body has become a Paragon." Su Ming closed his eyes. When he opened them after a long while, a smile appeared at the corners of his lips. However, there was a hint of anguish in that smile. He remembered that if he had this level of cultivation when he was in the land of Berserkers, then … everything would have been different. (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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