Pursuit of the Truth

by Srtyi

Three thousand years of bowing down to the Demon Lord, I would rather be a mortal than a celestial being when looking back, but for her I will… become one who controls life and death!

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Chapter 1176.1: All Spirits Hall (1)

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A long arc charged through the whirlwind. Su Ming was at the front of it with Hu Zi was by his side. As for the bald crane, it was lying on Hu Zi's shoulder and continuously trying to confuse him by whispering into his ear. This gradually annoyed Hu Zi. He grabbed the bald crane by the neck and threw it into the distance. Yet in the span of a few breaths, the bald crane returned and lay down on Hu Zi's shoulder once more to continue with its work.

Su Ming's expression was calm. The third eye at the center of his eyes had already opened, and it was shining with a strangely enchanting light while staring at the whirlwind in the galaxy. With it, Su Ming could see a silver line stretching into the depths of the whirlwind.

This silver thread was a sign left behind by his divine sense when he struck the top of his clone's skull. Through it, he could find his clone that practiced the Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole.

Days passed, and in the blink of an eye, half a month was gone. Su Ming had been charging forward all that time. He rushed forward in the direction of the silver thread, and the distance between him and the clone grew smaller.

His clone, a person who now had his own independent will, had clearly noticed Su Ming's actions, and he was fleeing into the distance, continuously changing his direction in an attempt to shake off the pursuit.

But no matter how he tried to flee, he could not run away from Su Ming's senses. On the nineteenth day of the pursuit, a glint shone in Su Ming's eyes. He took a step forward, disappearing. When he appeared, he was far into the distance, standing above a broken planet.

The moment he stopped there, his third eye saw the silver thread going into the broken planet. As the third eye magnified the view, Su Ming saw his clone meditating on a mountain.

The instant Su Ming looked at it, the black-robed clone raised his head and stared at the sky coldly, meeting its old master's gaze.

Su Ming's lips curled up into a cold sneer. At that moment, Hu Zi and the bald crane arrived behind him, and their gazes fell on the broken planet.

"Hu Zi, guard this place. My clone is slightly cunning. He must have made preparations against me since he chose this place. If he runs, try to block him, but just a little.

"Baldy, guard this place as well."

Su Ming lifted his finger and pointed in the direction before him. Hu Zi grinned, and with a single move, he appeared at the spot Su Ming had requested of him.

The bald crane quickly patted its chest, putting on an expression that told Su Ming not to be worried.

A glint shone in Su Ming's eyes, and when he looked at the broken planet, the cold sneer on his lips became even colder. The clone's personality was incredibly similar to his own. Since he chose this place, he had to have prepared an ambush, but Su Ming did not intend to step into the broken planet.

Instead, he raised his right hand, and the ring on his right hand sparkled. A ripple spread out from it and surrounded Su Ming's palm. He formed a seal with his hand. Immediately after, countless ripples that formed multiple circles charged towards the broken planet.

The moment the ripples touched the planet, it shuddered, and cracks spread through the ground with loud noises. In just two breaths, booming sounds reverberated in space, and the planet crumbled.

Su Ming took a step forward as swiftly as a bolt of lightning. He stepped on the broken pieces, then lifted his right hand, formed a seal, and pointed forward. With it, space was sliced apart.

Su Ming changed the rules in the place by using his power of Fate Realm. This power was gathered on his finger as he charged straight towards the center of the clone's brows while the planet crumbled around him.

He was so fast that he closed in on the clone that practiced the Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole right away, but the clone looked like he had expected Su Ming to do such a thing. Not a hint of panic could be detected on him.

The instant Su Ming closed in, he raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and let out a low growl. His body instantly started squirming, and he threw a punch at Su Ming.

When it collided with Su Ming's finger, a deafening bang echoed in the air, shaking the sky as well as the earth. A huge wave of power swept towards Su Ming from the clone, causing him to freeze for a moment, but it was only for a moment. No matter how strong the clone was, he was still just a clone, and the time in which he had an independent will was too short.

Su Ming let out a snort, and his cultivation base surged to his finger. Once he formed a seal with his right hand, he flung that power forward, and immediately, the clone coughed up a large mouthful of blood. He staggered backwards, retreating several thousands of feet backwards in one go.

Su Ming's pupils contracted. The clone being forced back was within his expectations, but if it was forced back several thousands of feet back, then there was a problem with it.

Almost at the instant Su Ming noticed this, the clone's lips curled into a ferocious sneer. There was even a hint of derision in it. He raised his hands, pushed his palms together in front of him, and a string of words with which Su Ming was familiar tumbled out of his mouth.

"Form the Earthen Script: Grave!"

The clone raised his hands, formed a seal, then pointed forward. Immediately, the shattered planet froze for a moment. In the blink of an eye, they moved in reverse no longer scattering away. Instead, they fell back. It looked like time was flowing in reverse, but in truth, this was due to the clone's divine ability.

In an instant, the shattered planet gathered together once more, forming something that was no longer the planet from before, but a lone grave formed by countless shattered rocks!

That grave was like a seal. There were countless bolts of lightning swimming on its surface, and they let out crackling sounds as they sealed Su Ming inside. All of this had happened in a flash.

The clone's personality was practically the same as Su Ming's, and he was incredibly cunning. He had predicted that Su Ming would definitely chase after him, and when he saw that he was on the planet, he would definitely guess that there was something off about the place. The probability of him landing on the ground was not high. It was more probable that he would destroy the planet.

Yet as long as Su Ming closed in on the place, the clone could execute the Earthen Script. He made a bet that Su Ming still did not understand him and believed that he was only skilled in physical Arts.

Almost the instant the seal was formed, the clone threw his head back and roared. His body was immediately covered in blood, and wisps of silver light were forced out of the center of his brows. All of this lasted for about three breaths.

Hu Zi's expression changed in the distance. He roared in anger and rushed over, but the clone just laughed at the heavens. In the end, he forced out all of the silver threads from the center of his brows. He moved, and in the face of the incoming Hu Zi, the clone laughed ferociously, raised his right hand, and threw a punch at him.

Booming sounds reverberated in space. Hu Zi jolted and was forced several thousands of feet backwards. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and when he raised his head, he found that the clone had not chased after him, but had turned into a long arc that left swiftly into the distance. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the whirlwind. Only his laughter echoed in space, and there was a wild, untamed quality to it.

"When my real self no longer has the silver threads to chase after me, I'd like to see how you will follow me! Don't worry, I can tell you where I will go. Even if you destroyed the third Heavenly Incense and broke my path to copying your power, it doesn't matter. I can go to the other True Worlds and search for Su Xuan Yi. I believe he will be very interested in me. When I am powerful enough, I will devour you and replace you…"

The clone's laughter gradually faded away, and his body could no longer be seen.

With a bang, the gigantic grave formed of shattered stones sealing Su Ming crumbled. He walked out from within it with a sullen expression. He cast a glance at the galaxy in the distance, and a contempt shone in his eyes.

He had indeed not expected the clone to have mastered his divine abilities instead of relying on his great physical power. However, the clone did not know that Su Ming had never put all his hopes on a single plan. Besides the silver threads, he still had another method to track the clone.

The golden shade of his personality had fused with the clone. Even though the clone had severed the connection with his soul after he gained his own will, the golden personality still remained within it, faded away so it was almost unnoticeable.

However, due to the existence of the golden personality which was part of him, the clone was like a torch in a dark world in Su Ming's eyes. He stood out starkly.

"Hu Zi, go back to eldest senior brother and second senior brother and build our Ninth Summit with them. This clone of mine is incredibly cunning. Capturing him will require some time. Once I subjugate him, I'll go back and search for all of you."

Su Ming turned his head around and cast a glance at Hu Zi. He lifted his right hand and swung his arm before a gentle power immediately surged out from him to seep into Hu Zi's body. Once most of the injuries had recovered, Hu Zi stared at Su Ming, and after a moment of hesitation, he chose to agree.

After all, the clone was so strong that no matter how extraordinary Hu Zi's level of cultivation was, there was still a great disparity between them. Not only would he not be of any use to Su Ming, he would even hold him back.

"Hu Zi, you're the most skilled among us in regards to Runes. Please help me crack the Rune for Relocation to Morning Dao Sect. I want to go there and see whether there are any survivors in there, and its land can be used as the bedrock for the Ninth Summit. And the predecessor of Dao Ocean… is also there…"

Su Ming wrapped his fist in his palm towards Hu Zi, then sent a ripple that could reject the whirlwind under his feet. When he turned around, he changed into a long arc. The bald crane quickly followed after Su Ming and disappeared with him.

Hu Zi watched Su Ming leave into the distance while standing alone in the galaxy, and a hint of determination appeared on his honest face.

'Level of cultivation… I must increase my level of cultivation. I absolutely cannot be so much weaker than them. I have to become stronger!'

Resolution shone in Hu Zi's eyes. When he turned around, he changed into a long arc and left into the distance.

Su Ming moved quickly and also shifted. With the supreme treasure sweeping around him, the whirlwind could not affect him in the slightest, allowing Su Ming to move incredibly fast. In an instant, he covered a boundless distance. In just around a dozen breaths, he sensed the clone in his heart.

'He's moving through the whirlwind. No matter how strong his physical body is, he cannot do it for a long time. With the distance he covered just now, he should be reaching his limit.'

A freezing glare shone in Su Ming's eyes, and he rushed forward.

Translator's Note:

1. All Spirits Hall: Mentioned in 'The Fifth Kiln' as one of the three mysteries in Divine Essence Star Ocean, a place where all Ancestral Spirits are born, or so the rumors say.

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Chapter 1177: All Spirits Hall (2)

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"Damn it, how can he still chase after me?!"

A powerful killing intent shone in the clone's eyes. With a sullen expression on his face, he charged through the whirlwind. It blew against his body, and he was already beginning to feel sharp stabs of pain from it.

He knew that he could not persevere for much longer. With the power of his physical body, he could last for quite some time, but if it continued for a long period of time, he would end up with the exact same problem as the Ancient God.

Earlier, he had thought that he had shaken off his pursuer. Once he forced out the silver threads, Su Ming should have lost his tracks. This would then have forced him to give up because he would not be able to find him. However, even after losing the guidance of the silver threads, Su Ming still kept on drawing closer to him.

The clone's expression was sullen. He let out a low roar, and after the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, his expression changed drastically. The space in the whirlwind behind him had distorted. A figure walked out from the air before the clone.

When it raised its right hand and brought it down, the whirlwind disintegrated with loud bangs. The figure moved forward while stepping on the crumbling whirlwind. Soon, his appearance was revealed. Needless to say, it was Su Ming who had come chasing after the clone.

"I have indeed underestimated you, clone of mine." Su Ming looked like he knew what the clone was thinking. His tone was flat, and he swiftly raised his right hand, pointing forward.

"Mountain Shifter!"

The galaxy roared at his words, and the whirlwind shuddered. Countless mountains manifested in the form of illusions in all directions. When Su Ming attacked, he started with one of his strongest divine abilities.

The clone's expression changed. He moved back with a fierce look in his eyes. He too raised his right hand and pointed at space.

"Mountain Shifter!"

It was the same divine ability, the same Art. Su Ming had used his cultivation base to execute the Art while the clone had used his physical power to activate it.

The difference was that Su Ming had thousands of mountains in all directions, while an illusory mountain had appeared over the clone. He had used his own body to form the mountain to resist the upcoming attack.

Su Ming's eyes focused. He was no longer surprised that the clone understood the Mountain Shifter Art, but he was surprised that this Art had changed in such a manner in the clone's hands. This was something he had not expected.

"Looks like you do not just have your own independent will, but have also obtained some serendipities."

When Su Ming said those words coolly, he lowered his right hand. In an instant, countless mountains which contained his full power charged towards the clone.

The image of the mountain had completely formed around the clone. Once it turned into a huge mountain, the mountains that came charging towards him from all directions collided with it. Booming sounds instantly surged into the heavens, and all of the mountains shattered inch by inch. The mountain around the clone fell apart, and the clone coughed up blood. The next moment, he raised his right hand and struck his chest.

After that, he threw his head back and roared. His body instantly withered. Su Ming's pupils shrank as he watched it. The clone's body slowly changed form. Then, right before Su Ming's eyes, the clone turned into a gigantic… Crimson Python Phoenix!

It had a gigantic body that shone with multiple colors. The Crimson Python Phoenix shot through space with a screech, charging into the distance at a speed that surpassed what the clone had possessed previously.

When it looked like he was going to escape, Su Ming let out a cold harrumph. He lifted his right hand, pressed his fingers together to form a blade, and took a step forward while making a slashing motion with his hand.

"God Slayer Art!"

This was an Art formed from the principles of the laws of fate. When Su Ming used it before reaching Fate Realm, it had been incredibly powerful. Right then however, after he had mastered the fate around him, the effects of this Art were even more shocking.

The first thing he cut was the laws in the area, and this action was followed by the power of absolute accuracy. As booming sounds reverberated in space, the clone that had turned into the Crimson Python Phoenix and had fled into the distance let out a shrill scream of pain. His body cracked, but he did not break down.

Instead, he continued to charge forward in desperation. Right after though, the third part of the God Slayer Art, the power of rebound, arrived. The loud bang that shot into space then was even stronger, shattering the Crimson Python Phoenix's body. As he was reduced to a bloody mess, he turned back into the clone. His face was pale, but he still stepped into space and disappeared without a trace.

If it was any other cultivator, they would have definitely died under Su Ming's series of attacks, but the clone that practiced the Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole possessed a powerful physical body that not even Su Ming had at that moment. The strength of that physical body even allowed him to move through the whirlwind. Naturally, this meant that he would not die that easily.

'You're this injured, so you should be thinking of going to that place!'

Su Ming smiled coldly. He had not expected to be able to capture the clone with that attack. After all, he could be said to be the person who understood the clone the most. He knew just how difficult his physical body was to deal with, which was why he had told Hu Zi that he would need some time.

In reality, it was not hard for Su Ming to kill the clone. However, what he wanted to do was not to kill him. He wanted to Possess him a second time.

He thus rushed away, chasing the the clone with the tracks he had left behind.

'The heavier his injuries, the harder it will become for him to move through the whirlwind. When I catch up to him again, I will be able to capture him alive!'

Su Ming's eyes sparkled. He was so fast that with a single charge, he sliced apart the whirlwind and left into the distance.

"Damn it, damn it… I must still have some sort of mark that he can follow."

The clone's face was incredibly pale, and he was growing increasingly more sullen. Su Ming's two divine abilities had severely injured him. If it was not because he was being chased down, he would have immediately searched for a place to heal his injuries.

Su Ming's God Slayer Art had been especially vicious. It had nearly cut the clone's body in half, making his injuries much worse than before. He had already felt stabs of pain when he moved in the whirlwind before and knew that he could not last too long like that. Now, his body had even began trembling. His injuries weakened his ability to resist the whirlwind, and it shrunk the already limited time he could spend in the whirlwind.

Su Ming clearly wanted to use this to force him into a corner… The clone's eyes flashed while he kept charging forward. When he noticed that Su Ming was even closer to him after a shift, a hint of madness arose in the clone's eyes.

'If that's the case, then don't blame me for disregarding the relationship we shared in the past!'

The clone suddenly changed direction. He no longer charged forward. Instead, he moved left and disappeared into the distance.

'Heavenly Incense enlightened me. Not only has this allowed me to gain sentience, it also presented me with the memories left behind in the Heavenly Incense Rune by countless cultivators from True Morning Dao World. One of them contained the Sun Sinking Talisman, one of the three mysterious places in True Morning Dao World!

'That part of the galaxy is constantly dark, and your divine sense won't be able to leave your body when you are there. When a cultivator goes there, it is the same as having all of their five senses sealed. In fact, even their power is suppressed.

'Su Ming, since you want to die so much, I will devour you in the galaxy where the Sun Sinking Talisman is. And even if I can't devour you, your divine sense and your cultivation base will be suppressed there. I'd like to see how you will continue chasing after me then!'

There clone looked positively evil at that moment. He flew swiftly towards the Sun Sinking Talisman, which was not too far away from him. He could reach it in about five days.

'There will be no end to us unless one of us dies! This isn't a grudge, but a fight for freedom! Only when I kill you will I be able to be completely free! From then on, I will be Su Ming!'

The clone's expression twisted. As he charged forward, he was worried that Su Ming would catch up to him halfway through, so he struggled for a moment before gritting his teeth. A bang shot up from his body, and his skin turned crimson. Gradually, layers upon layers of his skin fell off, revealing the flesh and blood stream.

At the same time, his blood and flesh went inwards, as if they wanted to seep into his bones. Waves of indescribable pain caused the clone to grit his teeth, and he descended into madness.

'Pain! Only this extreme pain can stimulate all the potential in my body!'

He gritted his teeth. In an instant, his speed reached an unlimited pace as he charged straight at Sun Sinking Talisman. As he rushed forward, his flesh and blood… slowly seeped into his bones. This might seem inconceivable, but in truth, it was a Forbidden Art that could allow his bones to be outside while his flesh and blood were inside.

'Muscles on White Bones Art. This is a Forbidden Art I sensed in the Heavenly Incense Rune that can stimulate my subconsciousness and make my speed increase by leaps and bounds in a short span of time.'

The clone's face was no longer a face, but a white bone with flesh and blood inside it. He no longer looked like a human, but by going through with it, his speed had increased several times. In the blink of an eye, he increased the distance between him and Su Ming, who was chasing after him.

Su Ming's expression changed, and a brilliant light shone in his eyes. He noticed that the clone's speed had suddenly surpassed it should be able to be able to achieve. He had almost escaped the distance in which Su Ming could detect him.

Without any hesitation, Su Ming jumped forward, raised his right hand, and patted the storage bag. When he sent his divine thought into it, a roar echoed in space. The Resentful Wei appeared before him the next moment. After the long slumber, the Resentful Wei's aura had become slightly stronger, but cultivation base was not its specialty. Its strongest asset was its speed.

Once the Resentful Wei appeared, Su Ming jumped on it. In an instant, the horse shot into space, chasing after the clone.

While the clone used the Forbidden Art to flee, Su Ming used the Resentful Wei to give chase. After three days went by, the clone rushed into a black galaxy.

There was no whirlwind there. Even if it fused into the place, it would turn dark. The galaxy looked incredibly huge, as if it was a black ocean. It didn't allow any light inside, hiding all that was within it.

Almost six hours after the clone rushed into the black galaxy, the Resentful Wei's burning body appeared before the place. With Su Ming on its back, it rushed straight into the black galaxy.

When the Resentful Wei stepped into the black galaxy, Su Ming stood on the Resentful Wei's body and stared before himself. A glint shone in his eyes.

'It's just as I expected. It won't be hard to catch the clone in the Sun Sinking Talisman's area. It'll be difficult Possessing him the second time, but this is a good place for it.'

A hint of a smile appeared on Su Ming's lips.

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Chapter 1178: All Spirits Hall (3)

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Sun Sinking Talisman was one of the three great mysteries in True Morning Dao World. It was on the same level of mysteriousness as the Heavenly Incense Rune and Yin Death Region. No one knew its origins, and just like the Heavenly Incense Rune, it had existed since before True Morning Dao World had been born.

Over the countless years, an unknown number of cultivators had come to this place. They had all tried to investigate Sun Sinking Talisman. Many even came with the intention to take the runic symbol for themselves and become its master.

But no one had ever succeeded. Droves of cultivators had come. Each one of them had left, while the runic symbol remained in the galaxy. It seemed like it would stay there for all eternity and would never disappear. It had watched True Morning Dao World walk to its glory, and then how it fell into emptiness.

Throughout it all, it floated quietly without getting in anyone's way. It seemed like it would be this way even if another million years passed.

Compared to the vortex in Yin Death Region, which did not allow anyone in, the Sun Sinking Talisman was like a wide opened gate which allowed all cultivators in.

It also did not have the strange power of the Heavenly Incense Rune which could make clones independent and charm all cultivators, making them unable to free themselves from the addicting feeling of their levels of cultivation reaching false breakthroughs. Many souls had been injured like this. In fact, with just the least bit of carelessness, it was possible to get stuck in the Rune for all time.

In comparison, the Sun Sinking Talisman was much gentler in nature. If cultivators could reach it, then they could leave it as they liked. They would not come to any harm by visiting it.

The only thing they would have to suffer was… their cultivation bases being suppressed in the pitch-black world. Their divine senses would also be restrained, making it impossible for them to see beyond themselves. This turned all cultivators into mortals. Even if they opened their eyes, they would be blind. Yet this seemed to be the only use of the Sun Sinking Talisman.

That was why compared to the Heavenly Incense Rune and Yin Death Region, much more people had visited the Sun Sinking Talisman; after all, it was the safest place. However, for this to be true… there had to be no murderers among those who entered.

Over the countless years, plenty of people had died in the black world surrounding the Sun Sinking Talisman. Yet it was known to all that the people who had died did not do so because they were attacked by some sort of strange power from the Sun Sinking Talisman. They were actually killed by the people who had entered the place with them. Due to the strangeness of the place and other motives, they had attacked their companions.

At that moment, Su Ming's clone was clearly thinking about this.

Su Ming stood on the Resentful Wei that had rushed into the black world. At the instant he stepped inside, Su Ming sensed a powerful pressure press down on his divine sense, forcing it to instantly bounce back into his body. He could only spread it on his skin and no farther.

To cultivators, losing their divine sense was equivalent to losing an eye, and if that was not enough, there was also no light in the place. It was pitch black. The darkness was so deep that even if a person focused his vision, they could not make out anything. This was equivalent to losing the other eyes as well. In other words, once any cultivator entered the black world, they were completely blind.

At the same time, Su Ming's cultivation base was also greatly suppressed at the instant he entered the black world. This suppression was not at all weak, but incredibly powerful. Su Ming instantly fell from Fate Realm to Mastery Realm, and judging by the fact that it didn't stop, it was likely that the closer Su Ming drew to the center, the greater the suppression on his cultivation base would become.

A cold sneer appeared at the corners of Su Ming's lips. He did not hesitate. He moved forward along with the Resentful Wei, not even searching for the clone. He believed that the clone would come to him on his own.

In fact, even if he did not come, Su Ming would still have his ways to track him down.

After all, Su Ming had pushed the clone into having no better option than to come to the Sun Sinking Talisman. Clearly, during the chase, the clone had turned into an existence akin to a prey in his eyes. With ingenious pushes and his pursuit, the clone's only choice had become this place.

Su Ming's expression remained the same as he went forward. He might not be able to see his surroundings, but the Resentful Wei was incredibly familiar with such complete darkness. As it charged forward, it did not show any discomfort.

Su Ming had foreseen this. After all, the Resentful Wei came from the void existing in the Relocation spots within Divine Essence Star Ocean. That world might have seemed colorful, but there were plenty of places in it that were bathed in yearlong darkness.

The Resentful Wei lived there, so it was only natural that its familiarity with darkness was much greater than that of normal people. This was one of the reasons why Su Ming had chosen this place. When he closed his eyes, his mind fused with the Resentful Wei's. He used the Resentful Wei's eyes and saw the dark world, which was something very few cultivators got to see.

It was a gray world with no other color present in it. The area around him was empty except for a huge, gray screen of light in front of him. It moved about continuously as if it was a ball of flames.

With the Resentful Wei's eyes, Su Ming swept his gaze around the area. He did not see the clone's figure. However, the black world was really vast, so it was not surprising for him to be unable to find the clone within the small area his eyes could see.

Su Ming's shut eyes moved slightly. He did not open them, but raised his right hand and clenched his fist in the air.

'It does not matter whether you are willing to stay here. Since you came to this place, don't think about leaving.' A hint of arrogance appeared on Su Ming's face, a confidence that he had everything in his grasp.

When he clenched his right fist, the clone shot out of the pitch-black world on the other side. His eyes instantly brightened up. When he turned his head around, the corners of his lips lifted up in a ferocious sneer that was full of smugness.

'You are the original body, so my personality and manner of thinking are affected by you. That is why if there is a possibility for you to understand my thoughts, there is also a possibility for me to trick you.

'While you were chasing after me, my instinctive thought was to find a place which could limit you and allow me to devour you. That is why I chose this place.

'But that is just an act of deception. Hmph, I wanted to lure you to this place and then leave you in this dark world. Su Ming, go on, continue believing in yourself. I know you're sure that I will attack on my own in this place. When you find out that there is something off, I will have long since left True Morning Dao World!'

The clone let out a cold bark of laughter and charged into the distance. Yet when he was about to leave the place, a buzzing sound reverberated in space. The instant the clone heard it, his expression changed, and he came to an abrupt halt.

His face was incredibly dark. He no longer moved forward but retreated backwards, because he saw a white layer of ripples that looked like a board in front of him, and it was charging towards him. By the looks of it, the ripples near him were just a small part of the whole. They had spread through the entire region that belonged to the Sun Sinking Talisman!

The ripples were Su Ming's supreme treasure. The instant he stepped into the place, he had sent the supreme treasure away from his body and made it float above him. It had enlarged until it covered the entire region belonging to the Sun Sinking Talisman, then it turned into ripples and formed a seal akin to a cage.

This meant that the place had truly turned into a prison. If the clone tried to force his way out, he might immediately get sealed by the mighty pressure of the supreme treasure. This forced him to retreat and return to the pitch-black world in the Sun Sinking Talisman.

"Damn it!"

For the first time, panic appeared on the clone's face. He had thought that he had predicted all of Su Ming's moves, but every single time, Su Ming showed up to be one step ahead of him. There was no way for the clone to leave the area.

'If you want to die, then I will fulfill your wish!'

The clone no longer had any other choice. He gritted his teeth, and madness appeared on his face. Even if his cultivation base was restricted and he could not spread out his divine sense, it did not matter to the clone. To him, they were just external objects. His real strength lay in his physical body.

With a loud whistle, the clone rushed through the pitch-black world. With killing intent and madness in its eyes, he started sweeping through the place.

Su Ming stood with a calm expression on the charging beast. Within the pitch-black world, he saw a gray galaxy with the Resentful Wei's eyes.

As time trickled by, Su Ming's cultivation was suppressed more and more. The closer he drew to the core, the worse it became. Soon, he was going to be suppressed to the state of only being in Solar Kalpa Realm.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared within the gray world. It was formed of countless threads and exuded a presence that did not mix with the world. The instant the presence appeared, it immediately devoured the gray shade around it.

Even if Su Ming could only see the outline, he could tell at first glance that it was his clone. He could not see the clone's expression, but he could sense a thick foreboding air from the threads forming the figure.

The clone had been moving in another direction, but its figure suddenly stopped in its tracks and looked at Su Ming. This scene birthed a thought in Su Ming's heart.

'Awareness. Once he gained his independent will, he should have awakened the awareness within his physical body that comes from the Crimson Python Phoenix. That's why it can vaguely sense my existence in the darkness.'

Su Ming had come to a quick understanding of what had happened. At that moment, the clone turned and charged towards him without a sound. He had already lifted his right hand, and a killing seemed to be swiftly gathering on his fist.

'Even if most of his strength comes from his physical body, he is still suppressed in this place. Based on how much time he used to gather his power, his level of cultivation should have been suppressed till he is only in Mastery Realm.'

Su Ming's lips curled into a cold sneer. He watched the clone charge towards him. Soon, his eyes shone, and he lifted his right foot, stepping off the Resentful Wei. In a instant, he appeared in front of the clone. The clone's expression changed swiftly, as if he had noticed him. He wanted to move back, but it was too late. Su Ming raised his right hand and went to swiftly capture him. The clone let out a low growl, then raised his right hand, gathered all his power in it, and threw a punch towards Su Ming's incoming right hand.

Booming sounds erupted in the black world, and Su Ming let out a harrumph. He did not move back, but instead went forward. As for the clone, his expression had changed drastically. Coughing up blood, he fell back swiftly.

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Chapter 1179: All Spirits Hall (4)

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"Y-you… You can see me!"

The clone's mind was in a mess at that moment. He did not think that Su Ming would be able to see his surroundings in the pitch-black world within the Sun Sinking Talisman.

This was something that the clone had been sure about. Himself, he could see his surroundings clearly. After all, it was not due to his eyes that he was able to notice Su Ming, but due to his perception. Since the other was the original body, its existence was like a ball of flames in his eyes.

The reason Su Ming was unable to perceive the clone in the same manner was also because of their relationship. It was like a small and big object. Due to the small object being small, it was hard to notice it, while the big object would be incredibly clear in the eyes of the small object.

The clone was almost scared out of his wits at that moment. As he retreated swiftly, a cold sneer appeared on Su Ming's lips, and he took a step forward to give chase.

"This time, I'd like to see how you'll run!"

Su Ming's voice was ghastly, and it had an imposing tone that caused the clone's heart to tremble. As he retreated, he gritted his teeth, then with a roar, he executed the Forbidden Art to stimulate his potential by having his bones act as his skin while his flesh went inside him. His speed instantly increased exponentially. The instant Su Ming raised his right hand and seized space, the clone escaped by a hair's breadth, fleeing madly.

Su Ming let out a cold harrumph. He clenched his fist, and booming sounds immediately rose all around him. They came from the white ring which Su Ming had released earlier. It shrunk swiftly. As it did so, its ripple became an unmovable barrier. The clone couldn't get past it and could only wait to be captured.

All of this happened in an instant. The moment it was done, Su Ming charged towards the clone once more. The clone might be incredibly fast, but there was a reason why the Art he used was known as a Forbidden Art. It had its drawbacks, like it could not be used for long periods of time, especially when it was cast twice in a row. The clone had less time than it takes for an incense stick to burn. After that, he would not only immediately slow down, he would also be heavily injured.

But what else could he do besides this? He gritted his teeth and charged forward as blood trickled down the corners of his mouth. He rushed desperately towards the place where the Sun Sinking Talisman was at the center of this black world. Only when he was there would he have the slightest chance of survival.

Roars reverberated in the world outside at that moment. The sound of the ripple from the ring shrinking inwards signified a dead end. The clone would only have a chance to survive if he reached the Sun Sinking Talisman, where both of their cultivation bases would be suppressed to their limit.

That was why had activated his full speed regardless of the cost. He was confident that he could reach that place in the span of the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, but he did not see that a hint of derision had appeared in Su Ming's expression as he chased after him.

'The sentience born due to the Heavenly Incense Rune might make the clone very similar to me, but he is more easily alarmed and less cautious. Once he runs into life-threatening situations, his confidence falters, and he will run… for a dozen-something breaths. Then, I'd like to see how you will continue running away.'

Su Ming chased after the clone at a moderate pace. He could sense that his level of cultivation had been suppressed, and he was no longer in a stable state in Solar Kalpa Realm. He fell to Lunar Kalpa Realm, then his level of cultivation was reduced to that of a person who had attained great completion in World Plane Realm.

And this had only taken sixteen breaths.

At that moment, the clone coughed up a huge mouthful of blood, and his body shuddered. He had thought that the Forbidden Art could last for the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, but the duration had been cut short. A feeling of weakness rose in his heart, and it resulted in a broken smile on his face.

He disregarded the suppression of his cultivation base. The suppression on his physical body was slightly less, but he was charging straight at the Sun Sinking Talisman. Besides, he had activated the Forbidden Art, so it had become way worse, and it all fell on his already weakened body.

This was why the duration of the Forbidden Art had been reduced to only eighteen breaths instead of the original span of time which was the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn.

The instant the clone slowed down, Su Ming took a step forward. When he raised his right hand, a mighty power landed at the top of the clone's head. At the same time, Su Ming's will surged into his body. He was about to execute the second Possession.

The fear of death stimulated the clone, and he let out a shrill scream filled with his desire to live. Tnstant Su Ming activated Possession, his body shuddered, and a crack immediately appeared at the center of his brows. The moment Su Ming's Nascent Divinity filled the clone's body, a small human crawled out from the crack at center of the clone's brows and fled madly into the distance.

The small human was the independent will born in the clone due to the Heavenly Incense Rune. It could be said that it was a soul, but it could also be said that it was a Nascent Divinity. At that moment, its speed instantly became incredibly great, and it rushed towards the Sun Sinking Talisman.

The body of the clone that practiced the Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole no longer had any form of consciousness or soul. To Su Ming, there was no longer any need to Possess it. The thing before him was only an empty shell.

His Nascent Divinity instantly fused back into him, and he quickly retrieved the body to put it into his storage bag. Then, Su Ming lifted his head and stared at the gigantic runic symbol in the shape of a long strip within the huge gray screen of light. It stood distinctly before his eyes despite being far in the distance.

The clone's soul was charging at the runic symbol.

'Without your soul, I cannot Possess you, and I will not be able to go through the second Possession. I wonder what will happen during the second Possession. Honestly, I'm very curious about it.'

Su Ming narrowed his eyes. The reason why he was so incredibly persistent in chasing down the clone was not just to make him his clone again, but more importantly, because he wanted to know whether he could Possess the same clone the second time and whether there would be some changes if that happened.

With that sort of thought in mind, there was no way he would let the clone who had formed an independent will go so easily. This was such a rare occurrence.

He let out a cold harrumph and moved forward to chase down the clone's soul.

The two of them were already incredibly close to the Sun Sinking Talisman, so the clone soon arrived at its side. The moment he reached it, his soul started trembling, and he started becoming vague, as if he was withstanding some sort of mighty pressure and was about to dissipate.

Su Ming had also felt his level of cultivation being restrained in a manner that he had never experienced before. His level of cultivation was being continuously weakened while he was getting close to the talisman. He fell from great completion in World Plane Realm to only possessing the power belonging to those in the later stage of World Plane Realm, then fell to the middle stage before sinking straight to the initial stage. When he closed in on the talisman, his cultivation base sank swiftly, and from Heaven Cultivation Realm, he dropped to Earth Cultivation Realm.

This was a power level he had not experienced in a long time. It was the level of cultivation he had possessed when he was sent from the land of Berserkers to Divine Essence Star Ocean. Even so, Su Ming's intelligence and experience collected over the years did not allow a single change on his face. He might have become much slower, but he showed no hesitation. In an instant, he reached the Sun Sinking Talisman.

Booming sounds surged through the area. The moment Su Ming arrived at the Sun Sinking Talisman, the white ring swept towards him from all around him. It had already shrunk to a point where it could envelop the Sun Sinking Talisman within it.

The clone's soul looked like it was about to crumble. When it saw that the white ring had completely sealed the area and Su Ming was walking towards him, panic and fear which had never appeared on it before showed up on its face.

"Why are you in such a hurry to kill me? I've already given you my physical body—" the clone screamed in a shrill voice.

"Your physical body?" Su Ming chuckled coldly.

He did not waste his breath on the clone. He took a step forward and charged towards it, then lifted his right hand and seized it.

Despair appeared on the soul's face. It had no power to fight Su Ming. Even if what Su Ming showed at that moment was the power of those in Earth Cultivation Realm, the clone could not face it.

Madness and desperation twisted his features. The instant Su Ming seized him, he closed his eyes before swiftly opening them again. The aura of self-destruction instantly surrounded the soul. But the clone knew that self-destruction was useless. It knew that Su Ming was skilled in reversing time… but it could not accept not even attempting self-destruction and just allowed itself to be wiped off.

That was why even though it knew it was useless, it still chose to self-destruct in a bout of madness. However, just as it had known it would be, self-destruction was completely useless before Su Ming.

The power of time reversing blew past him. Su Ming caught the clone's soul, and once he curled his fingers around it, layers of seals immediately covered it. Only then did Su MIng put it into his storage bag. Once he left the place and his level of cultivation was no longer suppressed, he would immediately place the soul back into his clone's body and Possess it a second time.

Once he sealed the clone's soul, Su Ming lifted his head and cast a glance at the huge Sun Sinking Talisman. The gray light shone a hundred thousand feet around it, and there were three large words written on it. However, Su Ming did not know those characters whole strokes formed the entirety of the talisman. Yet when he looked over, he could sense a primitive, savage power contained within them.

For some unknown reason, the ancient feeling brought back memories of the Ancestral Spirits who were worshiped in Divine Essence Star Ocean. In fact, Su Ming could sense that the terrifying power in the talisman surpassed that of the white ring. It was clearly a supreme talisman which was in Avanicaya Realm.

Su Ming did not intend to linger for too long in this place. His level of cultivation had been suppressed to the point that his Earth Cultivation was already showing signs of instability. He turned around, intending to leave and return to the world outside to reunite with his senior brothers, but the moment he raised his foot, the Sun Sinking Talisman suddenly shuddered.

"The presence of an offering has appeared… Activate All Spirits Hall… Make the offering… and you can enter All Spirits Hall…"

Buzzing sounds came from the Sun Sinking Talisman. A strange voice traveled through the area, causing Su Ming's heart to tremble. At that instant, a great suction force came from the runic symbol. It enveloped Su Ming's body and pulled him over, as if it wanting to drag him into the runic symbol.

"There is no offering… the ritual master will offer himself as an offering…"

The buzzing sounds became as loud as a roar, and Su Ming's expression changed drastically. The suction force had suddenly increased exponentially. The instant it looked like Su Ming would be dragged into the runic symbol, he lifted his right hand and pointed at the white ring. It shrank with a whistle and fixed itself on his right index finger to drag him out.

When Su Ming was about to leave the suction area, light shone on the Sun Sinking Talisman, and a Relocation power was activated. Su Ming's eyes went wide, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips as a light spread out and covered him. It disappeared the next instant, but by then, Su Ming was already gone from the black world.

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Chapter 1180: Four Years

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Su Ming's Ecang clone led nearly one hundred thousand cultivators through True Morning Dao World. Wherever he passed, all the remaining cultivators would either deliver their souls and join the Ninth Summit, or their blood would flow in rivers. The instant Su Ming and the ring were Relocated by the Sun Sinking Talisman, he shuddered.

The Ecang clone had long gray hair, and there was a blood-red light shining in his eyes. A murderous, bloodthirsty air fused with his madness to form an aura of death filled with a destructive intent that brought with it a heinous malicious air. This was a clone that was almost identical to the darkness itself once Su Ming's destructive personality fused with the Ecang clone!

This clone was filled with aloofness. His appearance was slightly different from Su Ming's, and it would be difficult for anyone to notice his presence, but he was still Su Ming.

The clone stopped in space at that moment. The near one hundred thousand cultivators behind him were silent. No one dared utter a single word. All of them only looked at the black Ecang clone with respect in their eyes.

"Sun Sinking Talisman…"

The eyes of the black Ecang clone sparkled at that moment, and a pensive expression appeared on his face. He could sense that his original body had been Relocated. At that moment, the connection they shared had been severed, and he could not detect where his original body had gone. He could only vaguely sense that it had not ran into any dangers. But even though their connection had been severed and it looked like they had become two people who were completely unrelated to each other, the black Ecang clone still acted according to Su Ming's will.

He was Su Ming. This was the inborn talent of the Abyss Builders that nothing else besides the Heavenly Incense Rune, as far as Su Ming knew, could interfere with the clones they Possessed.

After a moment of pensive silence, red light shone in the eyes of the black Ecang clone. He knew that he could not help his original body, which was why he decided to not bother himself with it. He could only act based on his original body's will and build the Ninth Summit in True Morning Dao World.

'I will gather enough power of the laws of fate in the world around me, then when the original body returns, he can… replace True Morning Dao World!' Resolve appeared in the eyes of the Su Ming's black Ecang clone. Without any hesitation, he charged forward.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, half a year passed. During that time, almost all the remaining cultivators in most of the regions of True Morning Dao World were gathered together under the joint efforts of eldest senior brother, second senior brother, Hu Zi, Su Ming's Ecang clone, and the hundreds of thousands of cultivators who had spread out to search for them. Their efforts seemed seemed to have kickstarted a huge snowball rolling down a cliff, and it was slowly getting larger.

Huge rocks were gathered from all over the world, and they combined together to form the Ninth Summit's territory. They made up a huge continent with tall mountains in it. Towers rose up right after, and the outline of the Ninth Summit's Sect was slowly formed.

Another half a year passed, and the outline of the Ninth Summit could no longer be seen. What was contained within the continent was a huge sect. It had an extraordinary air, and there were nearly five hundred thousand cultivators practicing cultivation over there. Some of them had become disciples of the Ninth Summit willingly, some were forced, or some joined due to other reasons.

They were made up of various races. Some of them were originally from Morning Dao Sect, and some were once from the Immortals' Union. Yet at that moment, Morning Dao Sect was no longer around, and neither was the Immortals' Union. All of those people were members of the Ninth Summit.

There were nine huge mountains within the Ninth Summit, and they were the most distinct creations of the sect. Mighty pressure spread out from them and enveloped the entire continent. In the distance, it turned into white ripples that blocked the whirlwind from entering the region. Even though Su Ming's original body had gone missing, his Ecang clone was still around.

Once the Ecang clone wore the black robe, besides his senior brothers, all the other people did not know that the black-robed man known as the Great Sect Elder in the Ninth Summit in the open and the malicious fiend in private was just a clone.

The first Sect Master of the Ninth Summit was second senior brother. Eldest senior brother was not willing to take up that position, and Hu Zi was far too lazy to do it. Su Ming's Ecang clone did not care about statuses, so it was only natural that the title fell on second senior brother's head.

As for eldest senior brother, he was also a Great Sect Master, just like Su Ming's Ecang clone. He was in charge of punishments. With his murderous aura, he intimidated all the disciples.

Hu Zi had nothing to do, but he was already accustomed to fighting, so he took up the responsibility of bringing more disciples to the Ninth Summit and continuously expanding its territory in True Morning Dao World by ceaselessly conquering new areas. It did not matter to him whether the territory had once belonged to Morning Dao Sect or the Immortals' Union. At that moment, there were only cultivators who had lost their foundation in these places.

Within the Ninth Summit were nine huge mountains, and the ninth summit was where the sect's great hall was located. Su Ming's Ecang clone occupied the fourth summit. Once he let Hu Zi take care of the battles, he went into year-long isolation to refine the power of the fate in the world gathered on him. The third summit belonged to Hu Zi. The second summit was their second senior brother's chamber, and the first summit belonged to eldest senior brother.

Time passed, and it soon were two full years since Su Ming had disappeared. During them, the Ninth Summit continued growing stronger. The sect had expanded and become a gigantic object in the galaxy.

In the two years, the number of cultivators in the Ninth Summit had grown from its initial five hundred thousand to nearly eight hundred thousand. This might not sound like much, but it has to be remembered that a disaster had struck True Morning Dao World. Before it, there were tens of millions of cultivators, but they had been reduced so greatly that not even one-tenth of the original number remained.

There was also one time where the Ninth Summit's continuous expansion had come to an end. It was when Hu Zi had brought the cultivators from the Ninth Summit to engage in a fierce battle against another group of cultivators in the northernmost area.

This matter had even shocked Su Ming's Ecang clone, causing him to end his isolation. Once he egressed, he personally went to the northernmost area of True Morning Dao World. Once he went through a battle of Arts that shook the universe, he severely wounded the most powerful warrior there, but he was also heavily injured, so he retreated to the Ninth Summit to enter isolation once more.

After this event, Hu Zi ended his conquest of the galaxy. Once he returned to the Ninth Summit, he placed his full attention on Su Ming's initial request of cracking the Relocation Rune leading to Morning Dao Sect.

Even Hu Zi, who had extreme talent with Runes, needed some time to crack the Rune. After all, it was a Rune that served a function similar to protection for Morning Dao Sect for countless years. It had been shut down from the inside, so if it could be easily cracked open from the outside, it would not live up to its name.

But Hu Zi was confident. With just a few years, he would definitely be able to crack it.

However, based on that battle, it was made sure that even if Su Ming had disappeared, he was still the strongest person in the Ninth Summit. Even if the Ecang clone fought against him at full power, he would not be Su Ming's opponent. This was something publicly acknowledged by his senior brothers.

It was also because of this that the Ninth Summit stopped its expansion. They halted right beyond the spot which belonged to the sect which had appeared around the same time as the Ninth Summit.

It was known as New Dao Sect, and all the cultivators in it had once belonged to Morning Dao Sect. If anyone continued making deductions based on this, they would be able to guess that they were once an army sent from Morning Dao Sect to fight against the Immortals' Union. They might have suffered a blow under the disaster, but they still had nearly one million cultivators in their New Dao Sect.

It was them who had stopped the Ninth Summit from continuing their expansion. Their strongest warrior, someone known as an Almighty in New Dao Sect, had an unfathomable level of cultivation. It was him who had personally fought against Su Ming's Ecang clone. That battle had even forced the Ecang clone to reveal his true form, which resulted in both of them being injured badly, and they isolated themselves due to their injuries.

This had stopped the Ninth Summit's expansion, but it was the same for New Dao Sect. They could not do anything to the Ninth Summit. No large-scale battles occurred between them anymore, but small-scale scuffles were a constant event.

If True Morning Dao World only had the Ninth Summit and New Dao Sect, then the scuffles between them would only continue growing until they reached a point when one of them could no longer hold on. But this did not happen because Su Ming and New Dao Sect's Almighty were not the only ones who had the idea of creating a sect. There was a third force to the south of Morning Dao Sect.

It was known as the South Union, formed by many small races who were remnants of the Immortals' Union. There were also nearly one million cultivators among them, and plenty of them were powerful warriors. In fact, their overall strength surpassed that of the Ninth Summit without Su Ming and New Dao Sect. However, the gap torn through Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos existed between the South Union and the Ninth Summit. That region was where the whirlwind was the strongest. As it raged there, it indirectly stopped most of the movements of the cultivators in the South Union. Even if they had found a way to move through the whirlwind, it was still difficult for them to move through the region with the strongest whirlwind in large numbers.

They did not have the protective ripple which could allow them to move for long periods of time in the whirlwind, so even if they decided to circumnavigate the whirlwind, once they suffered a setback, they would all perish. This was why they had not engaged in major conflicts with the Ninth Summit and New Dao Sect.

Just like that, during the period of two years Su Ming was missing, the three great forces in True Morning Dao Sect slowly expanded. They kept each other in check, and a rarely seen balance existed among them.

However, this balance was incredibly fragile. With the slightest mistake, it could be broken. Once it happened, a battle among the three great forces of power would break out, and each of them would have to reveal their trump card.

The Ninth Summit had no way to know about the trump cards of the South Union and New Dao Sect, just like how the other two forces had no way of knowing theirs. The Ninth Summit's trump card was Su Ming's return, and their other trump card was cracking Morning Dao Sect's Relocation Rune.

Once it was gone, the people of the Ninth Summit could occupy Morning Dao Sect. Even if it had been reduced to ruins, as long as they were there, they could swiftly grow stronger. In fact, they could then disregard the whirlwinds in the world outside. With one hundred-something Relocation spots, they could instantly appear anywhere they wanted.

Time continued to pass, the slowly, the third year went by, and then the fourth was gone. The scuffles between the three forces gradually grew more intense, and they seemed to be reaching a point where they could no longer be controlled.

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Chapter 1181: If You Desire Life, Then You Must Possess Life!

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"Four years…"

Fog covered an area so great it seemed boundless. The humidity there and the occasional sounds of water dripping that came from far in the distance and just nearby had accompanied Su Ming for four years.

The fog was divided into different colors. They would occasionally change and occasionally intersect with each other…

There was a figure in the purple layer of fog. He was stumbling forward, and his footsteps were slow. It was as if with every single step he took, his body would suffer great pain. After a moment, the figure revealed itself out of the purple layer of fog.

It had a head full of white hair and a face full of wrinkles. The person seemed to have just crawled out of his grave. No signs of any ripples of cultivation bases could be detected from his frail body. He was just like a mortal.

If it was not for the resolve in his eyes and because Su Ming could be barely recognized from his features, no one would be able to imagine that this old man who looked like he would fall from a single gust of wind… would be Su Ming, who was sent to this place four years ago.

He panted harshly while walking out of the fog at a slow pace. The moment he stepped out, a long arc charged over from within the purple fog. It rushed towards Su Ming and shot through his body before leaving with a trail of nearly black blood. That blood splattered on the floor and let out sizzling sounds. The thing that had shot through Su Ming was a flying fish.

Right after hitting him, it melted due to the black blood in his body. Su Ming staggered, then fell to the ground, still and unmoving.

Time trickled by. When the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn passed, signs of the purple fog about to undergo a change in color appeared. When red shade slowly appeared, a figure flew out of the fog. It was a wild dog with flames spreading out from its body.

The wild dog had six eyes, and they were all shining at that moment. The creature was so quick that it instantly reached Su Ming, but it did not immediately approach him. Instead, it circled him a few times, occasionally lifting its head to look at the fog changing color. When it saw that the fog was about to turn red, hesitation appeared in all six of its eyes. Then, it lowered its head and went to bite Su Ming's neck.

The moment it opened its mouth wide, Su Ming's still body suddenly moved. He raised his right hand, and he was so fast that he sent his fist straight towards the wild dog's wide open mouth before it could react. He grabbed its tongue, then yanked it out in one swift, clean motion as if he had done this countless times.

At that same time, he stood up and rammed himself against the wild dog. When it let out a broken groan, Su Ming grabbed the wild dog's neck with his left hand, forced it to run with him. When the fog behind them turned from purple to red, Su Ming had already vanished without a trace with the wild dog.

About ten thousand lis away from where Su Ming was originally was a black mountain. It was barren, and not a single plant could be found on it. On the mountainside was a hewed out cave abode.

The moment a body appeared inside it, the fog in the distance turned completely red, and an indescribably hot wave of air erupted from that place. Wherever it went, the ground would immediately melt. Every single existence disintegrated, and several wild dogs could be seen fleeing swiftly, but they were engulfed by the hot wave of air in the blink of an eye and reduced to ashes.

Su Ming stepped into his cave abode without any hesitation. At the moment he did so, the hot wave of air crashed against the mountain with a bang. A huge force rushed into the cave abode. When it was about to touch Su Ming, he charged forward and avoided it by a hair's breadth. Like this, he entered the depths of the cave abode.

A sullen look appeared in his eyes. Su Ming turned his head back and cast a glance behind him. In silence, he lifted the dead dog and bit down on its neck, devouring its blood in large mouthfuls. That blood trickled down the corner of his lips, faint golden in color!

As he swallowed up the blood, the wrinkles on Su Ming's face slowly disappeared. His hair, too, gradually changed. By the time he drank all of the wild dog's blood, his appearance had changed drastically. He looked similar to how he was four years ago, but a faint, undefinable, imposing aura had appeared about him. That imposing air did not come from his expression, but from his blood and his aura.

He flung the wild dog's corpse to the side. It landed in a large pile of skeletons in the cave. There were thousands of them, and they were packed densely together, which gave them an incredibly ghastly air.

'Four years… this damned All Spirits Hall has trapped me here for a full four years!'

Su Ming wiped off the blood at the corners of his mouth and sat down cross-legged by the side while staring at the sky beyond the entrance of the cave. The sky was red, and below it was a hot wave of air that could burn even him to a crisp.

Its heat surpassed the destructive power of the fifth kiln. In truth, it surpassed all forms of destruction Su Ming had ever witnessed.

'All Spirits Hall… This damned All Spirits Hall, one of the three great mysteries in Divine Essence Star Ocean, is actually connected to the Sun Sinking Talisman. They form one whole entity!

'This is the birthplace of all spirits spoken of in the legends among the tribes in Divine Essence Star Ocean. It is the source of all Ancestral Spirits…'

Su Ming's expression was dark as he stared at the crimson red sky beyond the cave. It reminded him of all that he had went through during the last four years.

Four years ago, he had been Relocated to this place. While ceaselessly searching for an exit, he had ran into the changes in the fog. In the face of the terrifying red light and the hot wave of air that could burn him, he experienced and survived many perilous situations.

He also noticed that while his level of cultivation was back to its normal level, he could not replenish it. Every single time he wasted a bit of it, it was gone forever. If he could not find the exit by the time he used up all of his cultivation base, there was a high possibility that he would die in this place.

Because of this, he didn't dare to casually use his Enchanted Treasures, especially the white ring. In this strange place where he could not recover his cultivation base once he used it, retaining his strength was his best option.

When the scenes from the past four years flashed through Su Ming's mind, his pupils suddenly shrank. His presence immediately disappeared. An aura of death surrounded his body. He fixed his gaze on the small red layer of sky he could see beyond the cave.

Figures bathed in faint golden light charged past there. He could tell that most of them were in human form, but there were also existences like ferocious beasts among them. When they charged through the sky, they let out piercing screams that could make a person's soul ache in pain.

"One form of life was born before heaven and earth. It allowed all the other forms of life to be born, and it nourished them…"

"Heaven and earth could exist for so long because they do not operate for their own survival. This is what allows them to stay eternal [1]. If you desire life, then you must possess life…"

"Ancestral Spirits precede Antecedental Spirits. They come from before the time of the universe, which is why those who live must destroy lives…"

Amid the piercing voices were jumbled up murmurs that echoed without end.

Su Ming fixed his stare on the figures in the crimson red sky. In his ears he heard the murmurs he could not understand. He clenched his right hand into a fist and did not move. He would never forget those figures.

On the third month since he had arrived in this place, he saw them for the first time. In the face of these bizarre entities which disregarded all divine abilities and power from his cultivation base, almost all of Su Ming's life force had been sucked out, forcing him to activate his supreme treasure. Only by sparing no pains and using up his cultivation base could he crush one.

However, he had not expected that once he destroyed one of them, thousands or mo lire ten thousand of them rose in its place. A huge hall had suddenly appeared in the crimson sky and chased Su Ming through the bizarre world.

During the relentless pursuit, Su Ming's body had become increasingly weaker. When his life force was almost extinguished, the crimson red sky disappeared. The fog in the place turned white, and all the strange creatures chasing Su Ming disappeared without a trace.

Everything had returned to normal.

Red appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He stopped recalling the scenes which had happened in the past four years to stare at the figures in the sky beyond the cave abode. After a long while, he turned his head around and cast his gaze on the ferocious beasts' skeletons.

If he had not accidentally noticed that some of the strange, ferocious beasts with flesh and blood in the area could allow him to restore his life force when he drank their blood while also allowing him to restore his cultivation base a little, it would have been very difficult for him to persevere.

'But the ferocious beasts in this place are all incredibly cunning. It's clear that they possess intelligence. If I want to kill them, I need to do it one strike, or else even if I manage to kill them, I won't be able to make up for what I lose.'

In silence, Su Ming raised his right hand and touched the bloody mess on his chest. The blood there was black, and it was a poison he had formed after killing numerous ferocious beasts and drinking their blood.

This blood had already spread through Su Ming's entire body, but if he stopped drinking the golden beast blood, he would not be able to replenish the cultivation base and life force he used up. This was… a dilemma. He had contemplated over this in the past, and in the end, he chose to drink the creatures' blood.

His blood might have turned black, but this wasn't the only change in his body. His chest was a good example of that. The injury he sustained when he was pierced had already healed completely without Su Ming needing to use any of his power.

As time trickled by, the crimson shade in the world outside slowly disappeared after lasting seven whole days. It was replaced by a white world. Only when the sky beyond the cave abode turned white in Su Ming's eyes did the aura of death around him disappear. When he returned to normal, his expression became gloomy.

'Over the past four years, I've walked through all the regions. This is a world that seems to have no end. Yet I didn't see any signs of cultivators… Perhaps the exit is not on the ground, but in the palace that appeared in the sky in the past.'

Su Ming was silent. This was a theory that had appeared in his mind a long time ago, but he was always a little uncertain about it. He turned his head around and cast his gaze at the cave abode around him. The signs of hewing made it clear that the cave had not formed naturally.

Su Ming had found it coincidentally. The cave abode was already like this when he arrived.

After being silent for a while more, Su Ming directed his gaze towards another direction in the cave abode. Near one wall… there was a black skeleton that belonged to a human. It was a cultivator, most likely the previous owner of the cave abode.

Even after he had died, waves of mighty pressure still spread out from his skeleton.

Translator's Note:

1. Up to this point, everything said there refers to Tao Te Jing, written by Laozi during the Spring and Autumn Period.

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Chapter 1182: Path of Life

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'All Spirits Hall, the place rumored to be the spot where all Ancestral Spirits appeared…'

Su Ming cast his gaze at the skeleton and frowned. There was an ancient air to it, making it clear that it had been there for a countless years.

All Spirits Hall was completely separated from the world beyond. If it was not for the Sun Sinking Talisman, it would have been impossible for Su Ming to step into this place and be trapped in it for four years.

He stared at the skeleton, and the skeleton's empty eyes seemed to be staring back at him. There seemed to be a hint of derision in that look. He was mocking Su Ming for expecting to leave the place. The skeleton was waiting for him to end up like it in the future, for the day when his blood and flesh will disappear and he will turn into mere bones.

The black color of the bones might be due to time leaving its tracks on the them, but there was also a possibility… that the cultivator had drank even more blood from the ferocious beasts than Su Ming. In time, it not only his turned his blood black, but even his bones.

"Make… the offering…" Su Ming sighed softly.

He still remembered that the Sun Sinking Talisman had been activated for some unknown reason four years ago. Once he was Relocated to this place, a buzzing sound from the Sun Sinking Talisman had reverberated in the area.

'It said that there is no offering… so the ritual master shall offer himself as an offering…The ritual master it referred to should be me. Based on the situation at that time, some unintentional action of mine had fulfilled a condition for the activation of the Sun Sinking Talisman, which has existed for countless years.

'But another action of mine after that made me unable to complete the Sun Sinking Talisman's request, which is why as a punishment, I was sent to this place as an offering.'

In truth, Su Ming had come to understand this a few years ago. There was only one thing that could work as the so-called offering—the soul of the clone that practiced the Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole.

Perhaps only this sort of independent will born due to the Heavenly Incense Rune could somewhat fulfil the requirements for the offering and fit the description of the spirit within the All Spirits Hall's name.

However, Su Ming had put away the clone's soul, which meant that he removed the offering right before the Sun Sinking Talisman activated, which was why everything after that had happened.

'Since this skeleton exists here and I could be Relocated to this place, then even if it has been a long time since the last time someone came in, there has to be more skeletons in this place, and in fact, there is a high possibility that there are still living people.'

Locating the survivors could be a method for him to get out. Even if he could not, he could still come to understand this so-called All Spirits Hall.

After a period of silence, Su Ming stared at the white sky beyond the cave abode. He knew it would last for seven days. At that time, the color of the fog would change again, and new types of dangers would appear until the red shade descended on the ground again. This was like a cycle.

Su Ming turned his head and cast a glance at the cave abode again, and a determined expression appeared on his face. He had already stayed in this place for several years, only moving around in the area nearby so that he could rush back when he needed to avoid the bizarre existences in the red fog.

However, this could not be a long-term plan. If he wanted to leave, he had to gain more knowledge of the world outside. At the very least, he had to learn about the origins of the figures in the red fog. Also… he had to be able to step into the gigantic palace which had once appeared in the sky. There was a good chance it was the way to leave.

Su Ming sucked in a deep breath. His eyes shone, and his skin immediately aged. His body slowly turned old, and his hair started graying. An aura of death slowly filled his body. This was the way of existing which required the least amount of his cultivation base. It was something he had found out during the the four years through trial and error. With this method, he could keep his precious cultivation base instead of wasting it.

Once he turned into an old man, Su Ming stood up and walked out of his cave abode. He cast his gaze into the distance, and everything tithing his line of sight was white fog tumbling by the ground. The sky was filled with it as well, so there was only a white shade all around him.

There was no sign of anything breathing either. The place was as silent as a gigantic grave. Su Ming quietly went down the mountain, ignoring the white fog. He quickly headed in the easternmost direction. He did not use his cultivation base, only his legs. This might not be able to compare to his speed when he traveled with his cultivation base, but he was still much faster than mortals.

It was something that Su Ming had been incredibly unused to when he just entered the world of the fog. His speed had become much slower, and the weakness from not using his cultivation base made him feel as if his body could not accept this fact. However, as he drank the beasts' blood and his own blood changed, his physical constitution went through a gradual change.

Su Ming did not know whether this change was good or bad, but he needed it to survive.

He had already become very familiar with the area around him, and he did not stop along the way. When the fourth day arrived, he stood at the summit of a tall mountain in the easternmost direction. When he turned his head back, he could still locate the cave abode he had lived in for years, even though his vision was obscured by the fog.

The place where he stood was the furthest spot he had ever traveled to during the years he had investigated the area.

As he stared at the concealed cave abode in the white fog, resolve appeared on Su Ming's face. Hiding was indeed much safer, but being safe meant dying while trapped there. If he remained there, he would turn into a skeleton in the end, just like the other cultivator in the cave.

If Su Ming wanted to leave the damned All Spirits Hall, he needed to leave the cave, which was his safe haven, first. There might be plenty of dangers in the world outside, but this place also held the chance to ever escape.

It was not easy to make this sort of decision with unswerving resolution. After all, it was human nature to refuse leaving a safe place they found in a dangerous land only to be place themselves in danger once more. This sort of act was instinctively rejected by all forms of life.

Most of them would choose to stay in the safe haven. Even if they knew that nothing would change by doing so and they would just end up dead, dying later was still better than dying sooner.

Su Ming had also only made up his mind after staying there for years. At that moment, he cast a deep glance at the cave, and turned his head away to walk along the mountain marking the spot he had moved the furthest in the past. He then dashed into the fog beneath him, stepping where he had never gone to in the past four years.

The fog obscured his vision, making it impossible for him to see even a few inches before his eyes. Every single time he used his divine sense, it used up a bit of his cultivation base again, which was why Su Ming rarely did so. Besides the fact that it would make him spend his cultivation base, he would also attract unnecessary trouble to himself.

This was a lesson, a lesson Su Ming had learned four years ago. The main reason behind why he was chased down by the living creatures in the red fog in the past was because his divine sense had attracted a figure in the red fog to him.

All of the living creatures in this place seemed to be incredibly perceptive to divine senses. They would instantly notice it even if he used just a tiny bit of it.

That was why unless it was absolutely necessary, Su Ming would not use his divine sense. The white fog, however, had the safest white light among all the colors, so Su Ming attempted to use his divine sense to scan the area.

His divine sense was weakened and limited in the fog, which was why even if he used his full strength, it would not reach too far. But if he wanted to leave a Brand of the terrain in his mind, it was still possible, and it would help him to not get lost even if he could not see the area.

Days passed as Su Ming continued moving ceaselessly. Without any time to rest, he walked for seven days. When the fog gradually turned from white to blue, he had already traveled an incredibly long distance. When he saw the blue shade appear in the white fog, Su Ming visibly relaxed a little. His constantly vigilant heart even allowed him to sit down cross-legged and rest for a while.

During the four years, Su Ming could not find the pattern in the fog. He only knew that white would definitely come after red, but it was completely impossible for him to deduce what would come next. There was a possibility that it could be blue, but it could also be green, and even purple. In fact, there was even a possibility that it would turn back to red.

That was why the span of seven days was a limit and a gamble. It was also the reason why Su Ming would never move for more than four days, making it the furthest distance he would travel in the past. He never risked not having enough time to return to his cave abode.

Unless… he went out to hunt.

Caution, vigilance—Su Ming was constantly on alert during the four years he had stayed in this place. Even if the white fog turned blue, Su Ming only relaxed for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before focusing and looking around himself with caution. Then, he slowly walked forward.

He knew that the white fog and the red fog would definitely last for seven days, but the period of time the other-colored fog would last was uncertain. They might last for a day, but they could also stay for seven days. In fact, there was even a possibility that they would remain only for half a day, or even just two hours. Su Ming had personally witnessed this.

While remaining vigilant, he continued running forward without hesitation, using the full speed he could muster at that moment…

'It's a pity that I couldn't Possess my clone, or else I'd be much faster.'

Su Ming sighed in his heart. He had tried multiple times in the past four years to bring out his clone and its soul from his storage bag so that he could Possess and fuse with it, but every single time the clone appeared, the fog in the world outside would instantly turn red. Even if it had been the completely safe white fog previously, it would still change, and a large number of figures would instantly appear.

The amount of time he had was not enough for Su Ming to Possess his clone. If he persevered, he would only find himself drowned out by the existences in the red fog.

The blue fog lasted for three days before it turned orange. Five days after the orange fog, which marked half a month since Su Ming had set out, it turned purple.

The instant Su Ming saw it, an extremely vigilant expression appeared on his face. During the past four years, he had learned that the purple fog was the fog for hunting.

The ferocious beasts which could allow him to recover his cultivation base after he drank their blood would only appear in the purple fog, but Su Ming was not just on guard against these creatures. There was another pattern that he had noticed happen almost every single time during his countless observations.

Red would definitely appear after purple!

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Chapter 1183: The Red Fog Descends

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Boom!

While in the purple fog, Su Ming had his right hand wrapped around a ferocious beast that looked like a fierce tiger. The creature might resemble this familiar creature, but it had a horn on its forehead.

At that moment, the tiger look-alike was pushed tightly on the ground by Su Ming's hand on its neck. Veins popped up on Su Ming's right hand. The power of his cultivation base reverberated between his fingers.

With a calm expression on his old face, he swept his gaze across the area, then with a powerful squeeze, he crushed the tiger-like beast's neck, resulting in a loud crack. He then lowered his head to bite down on the creature's neck and sucked in a large mouthful of its blood, swallowing it all down.

Even if the tiger-like beast had its neck crushed, it still struggled, but with Su Ming's right hand pushing it down, its struggles were futile, no matter how hard it tried. As Su Ming drank its blood, it gradually stopped moving.

When Su Ming finally raised his head, the corners of his mouth were covered in blood. If anyone saw him at that moment, they would definitely be terrified, and their hearts would tremble. At that moment, Su Ming looked incredibly horrifying and hideous. Even if his Ecang clone was not around, there was still a malicious air spilling out from him.

He wiped off the blood at that corners of his mouth and unfurled his right hand, letting go of the ferocious beast he had pushed down. He stood up, and with a single move charged into the distance. This time, he no longer used his feet to walk, but his cultivation base to do so. If this was a usual hunt, Su Ming would not do so, but right then, he was in the world outside, and he had no idea when the purple fog would turn red. He had to charge forward.

This was part of his plan. Only when the purple fog appeared would the ferocious beasts appear to become his replenishment, making him have fewer misgivings about using his cultivation base.

Su Ming was so fast that he instantly disappeared into the distance. After a moment, a ferocious beast resembling a python had its skull seized by his left hand. No matter how tightly the python wound itself around his body and bound him, Su Ming's speed did not decrease.

As he charged forward, he bit down on the python's body and swallowed large gulps of its blood. After a moment, he let go and simply allowed the python's body to slide off of him. His speed then increase once more.

Time trickled by like that. When the first day of the purple fog was over, Su Ming came to an abrupt halt and let go of a wild dog whose blood he had completely drained. Dark red light shone in his eyes. Besides the color of his blood changing, this was another thing the came from him continuously drinking the beasts' blood over the past four years.

When he stopped, Su Ming's eyes shone, and he turned his head to the side to cast a glance at the fog to his right. He had sent out his divine sense outwards before retrieving just as fast. He sensed that there was a small hill in the fog to his right. The inside of the hill was empty, but there were faint ripples from a Rune in it.

He only hesitated for the span of a few breaths before changing his direction and charging towards the small hill. He moved quickly since he had already activated his cultivation base. Before long, he arrived near the small hill. When he looked at it, his pupils shrank.

Before him was a small white hill. Even though there was a purple tint to the hill due to the purple fog, Su Ming could still tell that it was white. The hill was empty inside and there were indeed ripples of a Rune coming from it, but they were damaged. With a single move, Su Ming appeared on the hill. He saw a gigantic pit at the top of the hill, and within it was a cave abode.

The inside was a wreck. There was even dust in it. In fact, there was even some purple fog seeping into the cave and filling it. Su Ming walked in and immediately saw two corpses pinned to the wall of the cave.

One of them was large, and the other small. He could tell that the larger corpse belonged to a man, and the smaller one was clearly a child of only five or six years. Their bodies were twisted, a telling sign that they had suffered great pain before their deaths. The twisted angles on their bodies made Su Ming remember the pain he had suffered when he had almost all of his life force sucked out by the figures in the red fog.

The corpses were pinned to the wall, and the thing which held them there were two red spears made of bone. They had pierced their skulls an unknown amount of time ago.

There were quite a lot of shattered rocks on the ground around them. Su Ming stood there and quietly stared at the two corpses before shifting his gaze to the two bone spears which still exuded waves of murderous, chilling aura. He lifted his head silently and looked at the huge opening above him.

A scene naturally formed in his mind. He saw the two people who were originally not corpses, one an adult, and the other a child. They lived in this place to hide from the dangers of the outside world, but one day, perhaps when the fog in the world outside turned red, their cave abode was blasted apart by someone…

Shattered stones fell, and two bone spears descended, pinning the two people, who might be father and son, to the wall. They screamed shrilly when a bunch of figures from the red fog pounced on them and sucked out all their life force.

Su Ming stared at the opening quietly, his wariness growing stronger. A fierce light lit up in his eyes. In the cave abode, he learned that the dangers in his new world were not just exclusive to the figures in the red fog. There was another equally dangerous existence who could throw bone spears around.

'Just what happened in this world..?'

In silence, Su Ming left the cave abode. He might not know when the purple fog outside would turn red, but the cave abode was already damaged. With the hole around, it was impossible for him to use it to hide. That was why before the fog turned red, he had to quickly find a spot to hide from the disaster.

As time passed, the purple fog tumbled more intensely. While Su Ming charged through it, a dark look appeared in his eyes. His experience of the last four years told him that once the purple fog reached its most intense, it would then descend into a relative calm. Usually, once this happened, the red fog would descend.

Although this was not absolute, the probability of it happening was six out of ten.

The second day, the third day… When the fourth day arrived, the purple fog around Su Ming became like a roaring wave. It tumbled around while roaring. This was the moment when it was at its strongest, but during the past few days, Su Ming had not managed to find a place to hide from the disaster. He did not give up, however. In silence, he continued charging forward.

When the fifth day arrived, the fog suddenly calmed down, and Su Ming came to a halt. He sighed softly, then threw a carcass of a ferocious beast drained of blood down.

'I can only use this method now. It might be slightly dangerous, but since I chose to walk out of the cave, it's only natural for me to hold onto the resolve to face dangers.'

Su Ming shook his head. He raised his right leg and stomped on the ground while facing the calm purple fog. With a bang, cracks appeared on the ground. Su Ming lifted his right hand, then threw a punch down. With booming sounds reverberating in the air, a deep pit appeared in the ground.

Su Ming swung his arm, and the pit immediately sank deeper. The next moment, Su Ming sensed a powerful repelling force spreading out from the ground. Even if he wanted to continue downwards, it was beyond his capabilities to do so.

He knew that this was his limit, so he sat down cross-legged, formed a seal with his hands, and pushed outwards. The earth above him immediately gathered together, and in just a few breaths, the land became flat, burying Su Ming underneath it.

Around two hours after Su Ming hid himself, the calm purple fog in the world outside suddenly started changing color. In an instant, it turned red, and at the same time, the sky was covered in crimson, casting a world in its shade.

At the same time, shrill, piercing screeches echoed in the red fog. Figures who looked like they were born in the red fog walked out and devoured all the life force of the lives they saw.

Murmurs echoed in the world during that instant as well.

"One form of life was born before heaven and earth. It allowed all the other forms of life to be born, and it nourished them…"

"Heaven and earth could exist for so long because they do not operate for their own survival. This is what allows them to stay eternal. If you desire life, then you must possess life…"

"Ancestral Spirits precede Antecedental Spirits. They come from before the time of the universe, which is why those who live must destroy lives…"

The piercing sounds seemed to possess some sort of strange power. Even if Su Ming had hidden himself in the depths of the ground, he could still hear the voices.

He had made his presence disappear and filled his body with the aura of death while hiding from the red fog in the depths. Su Ming had used this method when he was chased down by the figures in the red fog, but he understood that it was only a temporary measure. It could not be used for a long term. During the span of the seven days that the red fog was around, he had at most lasted for four days before he was found.

'Four days. It's alright even if I last for only four days. If I can last for one more day, I will have one day less to be pursued by them…' Su Ming had to make himself calm down and count down the time quietly in his heart.

Days slowly passed. The second day, the third day, and the fourth day went by… While Su Ming waited quietly and vigilantly, the fifth day passed, but when the sixth day arrived, he suddenly jolted, and a fierce light shone in his eyes. Without any hesitation, he raised his right hand and punched the earth above him. As booming sounds surged into the air, the ground trembled, and Su Ming rushed out of it.

At the same moment, more than a dozen red figures pounced at the spot where he had hidden previously. If it was not because Su Ming had noticed them quickly, he would have instantly had all his life force sucked out.

'Two more days…'

Su Ming's eyes flashed. Once he rushed out of the ground, he immediately charged into the red fog. He did not choose to hide in the depths of the ground again. He had tried it before, and he had gained some experience after paying a price for it. He knew that he could only hide in the ground once in the red fog. It was completely useless if he tried it again.

As he charged forward through the fog, the piercing voices behind him grew stronger. Figures appeared and charged towards him, dashing in his direction in a frenzy.

In less time than it takes for an incense stick to burn, numerous red figures surrounded Su Ming.

He gritted his teeth and leaped up. With the power to fly, he charged into the distance. Right away, many red figures manifested above him. Once they saw him, they screeched and chased after him.

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Chapter 1184: Heavenly Spirit Tribe

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Whoosh!

The sound caused Su Ming's expression to change. When he formed a seal with his right hand, the power belonging to those in Fate Realm immediately appeared around him, turning into layers of seals that enveloped him. Yet right away, they crumbled layer by layer, and Su Ming shuddered. He opened his mouth, but he could not even cough up a single bit of blood. His aura had obviously become slightly weaker.

The whooshing sound came from the red figures around Su Ming breathing simultaneously. With each breath, quite a large amount of Su Ming's life force would be sucked out. Even though he did not directly come into contact with the figures and the indirect manner of absorbing his life force meant that only a little bit of his life would be absorbed, there was nearly a hundred of the red figures around. This meant that the amount of life force lost was still terrifying.

If it was not because Su Ming had enough experience and immediately executed the seals formed by the laws of fate at the instant he heard the voices, he might have already had two-tenths of his life force sucked out.

'Damn it…'

With a dark expression, Su Ming became even faster. At that moment, he no longer bothered about the use of his cultivation base. He gathered up his power and had it erupt in an instant. This was the greatest reflection of his cultivation base's power.

Su Ming had tested the red figures before. They did not care about any sort of divine abilities attacking them. All Arts seemed to be non-existent to them. In fact, even physical attacks were useless, and it was the same for Enchanted Treasures. Only… Su Ming's white ring could kill them.

However, Su Ming had already experienced the price for killing them in the past. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he did not want to pay it. Yet as Su Ming charged forward, more and more red figures appeared around him. Their numbers had already increased to the point that they were six-tenths more numerous than before.

In fact, they did not even need to chase him anymore. They only needed to breathe in like before, and they could reduce him into a mummy. He would lose all his life force and die.

Whoosh!

When that sound appeared again, killing intent rose in Su Ming's eyes. He had always been an unyielding person and a man who killed to a heinous degree, to a point where his murderous aura reached a maddening degree. And at that moment, he was filled with a ruthless aura after being oppressed in this strange world for four years.

The transformation of his blood had also made Su Ming's mind to often fill up with great killing intent. At that moment, while being chased by the red figures, he decided to just throw his head back and roar before raising his right hand and pointed at the sky. Immediately, the white ring on his index finger absorbed a large amount of his cultivation base, and with a bang, a powerful ripple exploded from it.

It spread outwards, making the red fog disappear layer by layer, as if it was melting. The one hundred something red figures, too, instantly let out piercing screams of pain. All of those who were touched by the expanding ripple immediately had their bodies and forms destroyed while screaming in pain.

In the blink of an eye, all the red figures around Su Ming vanished without a trace.

But Su Ming did not relax. The usage of the white ring had made him spend quite a lot of his cultivation base. With that thought on his mind, he charged into the distance at full speed.

He knew that there was no end to the red figures, and it was impossible to kill all of them. When he had killed one of them in the past, he had brought upon himself a frenzied chase by the red figures. And now he killed a hundred-something of them, so the consequences for it might be even more severe.

There were countless red figures drifting around in the boundless red fog within the strange world. The instant Su Ming charged into the distance, they stopped moving. Swiftly, they turned their heads and simultaneously turned to look in Su Ming's direction.

With piercing screams, their bodies disappeared. Just like a cultivator shifting, they immediately appeared around Su Ming. They came in the span of a few breaths, and there were more than one thousand of them covering the sky and earth. Their appearance made Su Ming's skin crawl.

But that was not all. At that moment, the sky roared, and a tall, majestic hall manifested in the sky out of nowhere. When this hall appeared, a vast, mighty pressure descended on the ground. It was the second time Su Ming saw it, and this time, he saw it even clearer. While the hall was grand and majestic, there were quite a few areas of it that were damaged and cracked. It did not seem complete.

At the same moment the hall appeared, countless red figures who looked as if they had red robes on their bodies flew out. There were thousands of them, and their piercing screams reverberated through the air, shaking the fog so much that it began to tumble and shaking the ground so much that it trembled. They rushed together towards Su Ming.

He suppressed the urge to use the power of the white ring again, which had surfaced in his mind. As he charged forward, he used his advantage of having widened the distance between him and the red figures to grit his teeth and charge forward.

There were thousands of the red figures chasing after him. Their piercing screams echoed in the air, causing Su Ming's heart to trembled. There were red figures continuously appearing from the hall in the sky as well. In fact, many of them had shifted to appear around Su Ming.

In the blink of an eye, another few thousand red figures appeared. They surrounded the area and encircled Su Ming. Before they even approached, the sound of their breathing reached his ears. The whooshing sound shook the sky and earth, deafening the ears. This was an inhale which could instantly suck Su Ming dry. It was powerful enough to instantly take away all his life force.

A ferocious look appeared on Su Ming's face. He had been waiting for the moment more red figures appeared. When they started breathing, he raised his right hand again. He could no longer care about the loss of his cultivation base at that moment. He sent all of it surging into the white ring, and with a low growl, an even more powerful ripple erupted from the ring.

Humming, it spread outwards with loud rumbles and stirred up an unseen wave of sound. In the mid of the rumbles, all the fog within a circular area of one million feet disintegrated. The near ten thousand red figures surrounding Su Ming were simultaneously destroyed as they screamed in pain.

In fact, the hall in the sky had also shuddered at that moment, but it resisted the power of the ripple. At the instant all the fog within a million feet disappeared, a mountain which had previously been concealed by the fog was revealed in the distance. It was all white.

Su Ming shuddered and coughed up a mouthful of black blood. Without any hesitation, he charged towards the mountain that been hidden in the fog. During the instant it was revealed, Su Ming immediately noticed that there was an empty space in the mountain, reminding him of a cave abode.

Similarly, Su Ming had now become sure that the destruction of hundreds of red figures would attract thousands of red figure, so the destruction of thousands of red figures… would definitely attract tens of thousands of red figures to him.

And his level of cultivation could only allow him to trigger a wide scale explosion with the ripple from the ring one more time. After that, even if the red figures did not chase after him again, Su Ming would lose all his cultivation base and turn into a mortal. Like this, he would also lose the right to hunt.

With a lunge forward, Su Ming rushed through the area of the one million feet that were cleared of the red fog. During that instant, a furious roar came from the hall in the sky. Upon hearing it, countless red figures walked out of thin air. They did not appear in groups of hundreds or thousands, but tens of thousands.

They were packed densely together, and the sight alone was enough to cause a person's heart to tremble viciously.

But that was not all. As booming sounds reverberated in the air from the hall in the sky, a tall figure walked out of the hall. It was about fifty feet tall, and its body was like that of a mummy. Red light shone in the person's eyes, and in his hands he held a red bone spear.

He was not alone. Three such creatures appeared in succession.

A terrifying ripple of power erupted from each of their bodies. Yet their presences resembled a state of emptiness, as if they had no souls. In fact, when Su Ming swept his gaze across them, he saw a scene which caused his pupils to shrink. The mummies were not originally fifty feet tall, but there were multiple dried up heads and rotten limbs attached to their bodies. Clearly… they were terrifying existences formed by multiple corpses by using some unknown method.

Their appearance caused Su Ming's heart to instantly let out a thump.

Tens of thousands of red figures rushed towards him while shrieking, and the three mummies roared in anger. When they stepped forward, ripples appeared under their feet, and they too immediately charged towards Su Ming.

The hall in the sky was still humming, as if more figures would appear soon.

Su Ming was in the face of a perilous situation which might spell his imminent death. Before him was the white mountain, however. It might have been concealed by the fog again, but he was already very close to it.

As the three mummies arrived and the tens of thousands of red figures charged towards him with piercing whistles, Su Ming used his full speed to charge forward. In an instant, he appeared on the mountain, and once he scanned the area with his divine sense, he immediately found the middle section of the mountain housing a cave.

He instantly rushed inside it, and the three mummies in the sky roared in anger at once before lifting their right hands. The bone spears turned into red bolts of lightning. With a momentum to tear apart the sky and earth, they charged towards Su Ming, who was already in the white mountain.

With a bang, Su Ming stepped into the cave. He was immediately pushed forward by the impact formed by the bone spears behind him stabbing at the mountain, but a ray of protective light immediately surrounded him. When it fought back against the impact, Su Ming coughed up blood. He rushed forth a few more steps before turning around. A fierce and murderous expression appeared on his face. He was prepared to fight against the creatures in the cave.

But at that instant, an old voice suddenly shot out from the mountain. It had a domineering tone, and a will that said that the speaker looked upon the universe in scorn and stood above all lives.

"Begone, all of you substandard life forms who have failed in the ascension of your spirits! Get out of the territory of my Heavenly Spirit Tribe! Go back to your Spirit Descension Hall! BEGONE!"

When the voice rang out, the red sky trembled, the tens of thousands of red figures retreated while shrieking, and the three mummies tumbled back like kites.

The voice thundered and stirred up the lightning in the world, causing the red fog in the area to tumble about. Countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky, making the piercing screams from the red figures to grow stronger, and the red light in the eyes of the three mummies faded away. They all quickly retreated.

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Chapter 1185: A Theory of the Four Eras!

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"Leave this place in three breaths, all of you substandard life forms who have failed in the ascension of your spirits!

"If any of you dares to not obey, I will slaughter my way into Spirit Descension Hall and destroy all of your spirit plates. I will destroy all of your spirit forms!"

An ancient voice with an unparalleled, domineering tone reverberated through the air with loud rumbles. Upon hearing it, not only did the red figures retreat while shrieking, even the red fog in the area tumbled about as if shivering and fell back.

In a span of two breaths, not a single red figure could be seen in a circular area of one million feet. Even the hall in the sky had faded away and disappeared without a trace. Everything returned to a state of calm. Even the red fog in the distance gradually gained a white shade as if it was about to turn white ahead of schedule.

Su Ming stood at the entrance of the cave. All that had happened caused his eyes to flash rapidly. A hint of shock and uncertainty appeared on his face. He stood unmoving, still hearing the old man's words echo in his ears.

Su Ming did not move as the area sank into a state of dead silence. Not a single sound could be heard. It was as if Su Ming's presence did not gain any attention from the voice which declared itself to be part of Heavenly Spirit Tribe.

'Failure in the ascension of their spirits… Spirit Descension Hall… Heavenly Spirit Tribe.'

Su Ming's eyes sparkled. He turned his head around and cast a glance at the depths of the cave. After a moment of pensive silence, he did not step in. Instead, he walked out of the cave and stood right outside the entrance. He stood at the mountainside of the white mountain and stared into the distance.

He could clearly see the fog in the distance changing. White fog took up half of it, and before long, the red fog would disappear, replaced by white, and the world would welcome seven days of relative safety.

'So these red figures and the mummies who held the bone spears in their hands are products of people who failed in the ascension of their spirits in this place… Then since there are beings who failed in the ascension of their spirits, there must be those who succeeded…

'Ascension of spirits… Could it be that the so-called Ancestral Spirits and Antecedental Spirits are a product born after someone succeeds in the ascension of their spirit?'

Su Ming's eyes sparkled. He remembered the words that Yu Family's Yu Rou had told him when he was in Black Ink Planet in the Barren Lands of Divine Essence.

"Legend has it that when the sky, the earth, the universe, the heavens, the galaxy, and the cosmos had yet to take form, the first living things that were born were known as… Ancestral Spirits.

"They created life, which is why we have so many races and so many different types of living beings.

"These living beings worshiped the Ancestral Spirits. In the endless passage of time, among the races that did so, life forms that could bear the power of the Ancestral Spirits slowly came into existence. They were known as Antecedental Spirits.

"A disaster no one knows about caused all manner of living to die or fall to sleep. It didn't matter whether it was the Ancestral Spirits or those who became Antecedental Spirits due to their worship, none were able to escape from the disaster.

"As the disaster went on, the races fell to ruin. They were either dissolved or destroyed, and in the end, they were no more. In the endless passage of time after the disaster, there were no longer any Ancestral Spirits or Antecedental Spirits, but the people could see the changes in the universe, could see the world, the planets, could sense the rules and laws in the universe, and from then on, consolidate some of the cultivation methods to slowly create their own cultivation systems.

"It was… a cultivation system that aimed to achieve perfection and become a superior life form. The system for each race was different, but their goal was the same. Over the course of time, the outstanding ones who practiced this sort of cultivation system were known as Succeeding Spirits.

"By now, even Succeeding Spirits are incredibly rare, and due to dissemination and growth of the numerous races in the universe, the people who practice these sort of cultivation systems are known as cultivators. Based on the ancient titles, some of them could be known as Succeeding Spirits."

This was the explanation Yu Rou had provided him in the past. It was also the first time Su Ming had come to know of the meaning of titles like Ancestral Spirit, Antecedental Spirit, Successor Spirit, and Succeeding Spirit.

When Su Ming heard it, his heart had been stirred up slightly, but he did not take it to heart. He believed that the understanding of the tribes in the Barren Lands of Divine Essence towards cultivators was not complete. They only had superficial knowledge about them.

Yet when Su Ming went to True Morning Dao World and met the Predecessor of Dao Ocean, when he saw the red figures and All Spirits Hall, the place spoken in the legends of the Barren Lands of Divine Essence saying that it was the birthplace of all lives and heard the keywords in the old man's words, his heart was shaken greatly.

'Based on the words from the Barren Lands of Divine Essence, cultivators are in truth Succeeding Spirits… The Barren Lands of Divine Essence are part of Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos, so is there a possibility… that Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos has already gone through four eras? Perhaps, Sui Chen Zi, Ecang, and Old Man Extermination are just people who existed or were outsiders during one of the eras.

'Besides the era of the Succeeding Spirits, the other four eras have already been buried in the long river of history. Only a speck of information has been passed down… Only due to ancient history and still living tribal lives in Divine Essence Star Ocean, the people there have the complete version of the four eras.'

Su Ming remained silent as a contemplative expression appeared on his face. The more he thought about this, the more shocked he became.

He suddenly thought of another problem—even though the Almighties in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos were in the same Realm as the cultivators from Saint Defier's camp and should have been equals in terms of strength, when they fought against each other, a cultivator in Solar Kalpa Realm from Saint Defier Expanse Cosmos could win against those in Fate Realm from Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos. In fact, they even had the courage to fight against those in Life Realm.

Just what was different between them that could create such a disparity? Su Ming had always been puzzled about this. He had once believed that Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos was simply slightly more primitive, which was why they did not have the cultivation system which had been formed over countless years in Saint Defier Expanse Cosmos.

In fact, Su Ming had even been slightly envious of the core of Saint Defier Expanse Cosmos' cultivation system—Essence!

Those from Saint Defier cultivated Essence, and those from Dark Dawn cultivated spirit cores. When he learned about this, Su Ming had sighed in his heart, because he did not know what Arid Triad cultivated. He had no clue about it, and feeling perplexed, he had tried to learn from Saint Defier Expanse Cosmos and cultivate this so-called Essence energy.

He had really taken a few steps down this road, but he could never forget how casual the Predecessor of Dao Ocean had been when it analyzed Essence while Su Ming was undergoing the trial of the Dynasts in True Morning Dao World in its illusion. Its voice might have sounded no different from other people, but Su Ming could still tell how dismissive it was.

It was as if… to the Predecessor of Dao Ocean, Essences were very simple and not at all complicated. It only needed to think about it for a moment before being able to help Su Ming sense the existence of Essences of tremors.

This made it clear that Essences were not mysterious to the Predecessor of Dao Ocean. They were merely some simple principles. As long as one could comprehend and master them completely, they could execute them.

Su Ming's breathing quickened slightly, and a brilliant light shone in his eyes. These were questions and doubts which had always existed in his mind. At that moment, when he heard the old man's words, they became keys in his mind which instantly made him think of many things. They slowly turned into a theory which was incredibly mad, but Su Ming still somewhat believed in it.

'It's not that the cultivators in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos are not strong, but that they are now fourth generation cultivators. They have lost the cultivation system they owned in the past. It can be said that they have tried to develop it again… but while Saint Defier Expanse Cosmos might have also gone through several eras, there is no doubt… that even though they might have also lost their cultivation system in the past, theirs is still more complete. This is why there is such a huge difference between us.

'The fourth era is the Succeeding Spirits' Era. Then based on this, I can tell that the third era is the era of Successor Spirits, and they watched the changes in the universe and the planets in the galaxy. They sensed the laws and rules in the world, then merged it with what little remained of the cultivation system of the past, and slowly, they created a new cultivation system.

'It is… a cultivation system which allows them to perfect themselves and make themselves become a greater life form. During the third era, the people practiced cultivation with this cultivation system. They were known as cultivators who were Successor Spirits.

'In that era lived Sui Chen Zi, Ecang, and Old Man Extermination. During those glorious days, the cultivators of that time should have been able to fight against those in Saint Defier and Dark Dawn… Even if their overall strength was still not enough to win against them, their combat abilities should have been strong enough to stand on equal grounds.

'But when the third era was destroyed, Sui Chen Zi and the others died while Ecang fell asleep. This is why when the fourth era started, the cultivators became weaker; after all, they could only practice cultivation based on some of the incomplete cultivation methods passed down to them from the third era. That is why… they are no longer able to fight against those from Saint Defier's camp in terms of their combat power despite their levels of cultivation being just as high.

'And the third era's destruction… might be because of Old Man Extermination's ballad!'

Su Ming's heart trembled. He had a vague feeling that even if his guess was not completely accurate, he was definitely close to the truth.

His breathing quickened. If he continued making his deductions based on this train of thought, then the second era belonged to the Antecedental Spirits. It was completely dislocated from the third era. It was to the point that even their cultivation systems were completely different.

The cultivators of the second era worshiped the first era's Ancestral Spirits, and from this, they obtained overwhelmingly powerful cultivation bases. They slowly stood out among their tribes and became known as Antecedental Spirits. In time, they brought their tribes to glory… but in the end, they still faced the decline and destruction of their era. That destruction submerged everything they had created.

'Antecedental Spirits… Antecedental Spirits… There's a high possibility that the Predecessor of Dao Ocean is an Antecedental Spirit from the second era, and it's still alive!'

A brilliant light which had never appeared in Su Ming's eyes before shone at that moment. He felt that the more he analysed things in this manner, the closer he came to the truth.

'That's why the Predecessor of Dao Ocean could investigate the cultivators from Saint Defier Expanse Cosmos and the Ancient God as it pleased. In fact, it could imitate all their divine abilities and execute them in the illusion even after they died. It could even… imitate Essences that is the core of the cultivation system in Saint Defier Expanse Cosmos!

'From this, it can be seen just how powerful the Antecedental Spirits of the second era are!

'Then… I now have the perfect explanation for the use of the All Spirits Hall and the failure in spirit ascension mentioned by the ancient old man. This All Spirits Hall is a legacy which can allow the people from the second era to become Ancestral Spirits!'

Su Ming shuddered. As the shock traveled through him from his own theory, a great desire suddenly erupted in the depths of his heart!

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Chapter 1186: The Figure Behind Him

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'That's why the voice mentioned failure in spirit ascension. This means that there is a high possibility of failing in this spirit ascension. If I fail, I will turn into one of those mindless red figures!'

As Su Ming's heart shuddered, he remembered the red figure's murmurs once they appeared.

"One form of life was born before heaven and earth. It allowed all the other forms of life to be born, and it nourished them…"

"Heaven and earth could exist for so long because they do not operate for their own survival. This is what allows them to stay eternal. If you desire life, then you must possess life…"

"Ancestral Spirits precede Antecedental Spirits. They come from before the time of the universe, which is why those who live must destroy lives…"

'That must be it!' A brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes, and his breathing quickened. When he lifted his head, he stared at the now white sky. He watched the spot where the hall had floated and longing born from resolve appeared in his eyes.

'Make the offering… the Heavenly Incense Rune should be something from the second era as well. That is why the soul with the independent will born in the clone that practiced the Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole would naturally possess the required characteristics and could be treated as an offering. I can activate the All Spirits Hall and obtain a chance to make my soul ascend!

'This is… This is…' Su Ming forced down the desire in his heart. He suddenly thought of Old Man Extermination. The ballad he spoke of in the past also required all lives to give him offerings…

'If that's the case, then was Old Man Extermination imitating the second era's All Spirits Hall? Or was he misleading people? There is another possibility… He could have known the secret of All Spirits Hall and wanted to become an Ancestral Spirit, but lacked offerings, so he used the ballad as bait to gather the power of the entire Expanse Cosmos to find the offering!

'With this method, he could destroy the third era, and he could also obtain the right to enter the All Spirits Hall…'

Su Ming did not know whether his assumption about Old Man Extermination was correct, but regardless of it, this was not what was important. What mattered was that Su Ming would never give up on this chance.

He stared at the sky, and after a long time had passed, he murmured, "Then… what about the first era? Just… how strong were the people during the first era, the most ancient era in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos?

"If my assumption is correct, then the Predecessor of Dao Ocean is just an Antecedental Spirit, someone who worships the first era's Ancestral Spirit, and from this obtains great power. Then… just how strong… were the Ancestral Spirits of the first era in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos who had the universe at their beck and call?

"Where did they come from? Why did they disappear? Do they… still exist now?"

Su Ming narrowed his eyes. If he could verify these assumptions then… He suddenly had a feeling that perhaps he was wrong in certain things that he thought he knew.

For example, his experiences as well as those of the old black-robed man he had Possessed all pointed towards Saint Defier and Dark Dawn with 180 Expanse Cosmoses being ancient, eternal existences, while Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos was like a newborn universe. It might be weak, but if it had enough time, it could grow into an ancient Expanse Cosmos just like Dark Dawn and Saint Defier.

But if this was wrong…

What if compared to Dark Dawn and Saint Defier, Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos was not a newborn… but an existence even older than them?

Su Ming did not continue with that train of thought. He stopped himself from thinking about that theory. He had no proof for this, and it was merely a thought that even he felt was slightly absurd.

He threw those thoughts away, but these assumptions were buried in the depths of his heart. He quietly turned his head around and looked towards the white mountain and the black cave behind him. His eyes sparkled, but he did not immediately step inside. Instead, he slowly sat down cross-legged and remained still outside the entrance of the cave.

He simply allowed time to pass, sitting there for half a month. The color of the fog changed continuously. When it turned purple, Su Ming stood up and left the mountain to rush into the purple fog.

Three days later, he returned to the mountain. This time, without any hesitation, he charged into the cave.

He wanted to go to the Heavenly Spirit Tribe. He wanted to see whether his theory regarding the four eras and the spirit ascension was correct. He had not immediately stepped into the cave half a month ago because he had already used up nearly eight-tenths of his cultivation base when he had the ripple erupt from the ring.

He did not know whether there were any dangers in Heavenly Spirit Tribe, so his cautious nature did not allow him to act recklessly. That is why he had went out to hunt many ferocious beasts in the purple fog. Once he drank their blood, he recovered about eight-tenths of his cultivation, and he returned to the mountain.

The cave was narrow and long, and it extended downwards. Su Ming did not move quickly. He sent his divine sense outwards in a barely discernible manner.

Time trickled by as Su Ming continued down the cave. Eventually, after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he reached a large opening. At the instant he walked out of the tunnel and saw the cave abode clearly, he shuddered and sucked in a sharp breath.

It was a huge cave. A small part of it was the inner part of the mountain while the majority was a huge pit dug in the ground.

In the pit… were skeletons of people who had died an unknown number of years ago. He was not in Heavenly Spirit Tribe, but a mass grave!

There were quite a number of skeletons that belonged to children in the pit as well. They might have belonged to a tribe called Heavenly Spirit Tribe while they were alive, but right then, all of them were dead and had been thrown into pit.

The pile was high, and all the skeletons were black, terrifying anyone who saw them. They also gave off a ghastly presence.

Su Ming was silent. He had clearly heard the old voice come from the cave half a month ago, and he had also seen fear appear on the apathetic faces of the red figures who had failed in the ascension of their spirits. They had swiftly retreated as if they were extremely terrified of the voice.

Su Ming looked around him quietly. The place was filled with dead silence. Not a single sound could be heard. When Su Ming cast his gaze on the stone walls around him, his pupils constricted. He saw some carvings on the wall.

They were usually a habit shared among tribes to record certain things. Su Ming knew about this, and he approached the murals to observe them closely.

The first carving was of a beautiful, large tribe. It was peaceful, and the sun as well as the moon were simultaneously in the sky…

Su Ming could tell from the second carving that the people in the tribe worshiped a statue. It was of a man who had long hair, and it had clearly been worshiped in the tribe for years. The people knelt before it, their faces filled with sincerity.

The third carving was of a teenager in the tribe being brought before the statue. Once he knelt down and worshiped it, he seemed to have obtained some sort of legacy…

When Su Ming saw this, his heart suddenly trembled. He was incredibly familiar with this scene. It was clearly the same as Berserker's Initiation from the time he was in the land of Berserkers!

He immediately moved and checked another wall. He saw a tall stone platform in the fourth carving. Kneeling on the platform was an old man. He had both his arms raised as if he was calling to the sky.

There was a gigantic face there, and it belonged to the statue of the man Su Ming saw before. That man stared at the ground and the people on it with a gentle gaze. There was a smile on his face, and he seemed to be bestowing the old man some sort of power. Light spread out from his whole body.

In the fifth carving, Su Ming saw that the face of the man in the sky was no longer smiling. Instead, it held grief. The members of the tribe on the ground were kneeling, and their faces were also filled with grief.

The man's face was no longer in the sixth carving. The sun and moon in the sky had been shattered, and in their place were now countless figures. It was as if they were disappearing somewhere, and most were still staring at the ground. In their gazes was reluctance to leave, grief, and also a thick aura of death.

It was as if they were about to die, but before they did so, they seemed to be worried about the lives on the ground. They joined their hands, raised their arms, and pushed against the air. Then, in that spot, a towering hall appeared!

But a bolt of lightning came from above and struck the hall…

When Su Ming saw this, his heart shuddered. He could understand the meaning pertained in the drawing. There was a high possibility that the figures were the Ancestral Spirits of the first era. Due to some destruction which had descended upon them, they had to leave and walk towards death, but before they died, they gathered all their power and built the hall.

Yet at that moment, a bolt of lightning descended, making it flawed. This was what the carvings wanted to tell him.

Su Ming was silent. He continued observing the final two carvings. One of them showed a hall in the sky. There were plenty of people worshiping it on the platforms on the ground with faces filled with ferociousness and madness. Carved above them were indistinct figures. These figures were filled with the air of death, and they were dressed in long robes. With just one glance, Su Ming could tell that those were the red figures he had seen outside.

When he recognized them, he sucked in a deep breath. The scene in the carving verified some of his assumptions. The red figures who had failed in the ascension of their spirits were once… members of the tribes on the ground.

In silence, Su Ming turned his head and looked towards the final picture. When he did so, he did not notice that a figure had appeared behind him at some unknown point of time.

It belonged to an old man, and he was covered in filth. His gaze was unfocused even though he was staring straight ahead while standing behind Su Ming.

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Chapter 1187: Victory in Terms of the Soul

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The last picture was incredibly complicated. It was also slightly crude, as if the carver's heart was not in a state of calm at that time, but they had still insisted on carving the picture to record something.

In that carving was a tall platform. There was an old man on it, and he had his arms raised. Floating above him was the hall, and beneath him were countless members of his tribe kneeling and worshiping him. There was excitement and hope on their faces.

However, if Su Ming looked at this scene from another point of view, then the excitement might not be what it looked like, but fear. Similarly, the hope might not be hope, but despair and sadness.

That was all to the picture.

The last crude carving was completely different from the other pictures. It was as if this story said nothing in the end.

Su Ming was silent. When he turned around, he looked at the area where he stood earlier, but he still did not see the old figure behind him watching him silently.

Su Ming swept his gaze across the area and frowned. He could not sense any life in the place, but the voice had clearly come from here. When he immersed himself in his thoughts, his pupils suddenly constricted. He saw that there seemed to be a different region by the side of the skeletons in the depths of the pit.

He charged towards the bottom, where the skeletons were. In the blink of an eye, he reached his destination and stared at a faint hollow on the ground near the wall.

That hollow made it seem that a person had cultivated there for countless years, causing the stone to slowly sink in and form the brand of someone meditating there.

As he stared at the brand, Su Ming narrowed his eyes. When he approached it, he crouched down, and raised his right hand to swipe it past the hollow. At that moment, the hair on his body stood up, because there was a faint warmth coming from it. This meant that not long ago, there was still someone meditating in that place.

"That is the spot I use to meditate."

Right then, an old voice came from behind Su Ming. He had not noticed the speaker previously, and the voice made it sound as if there was someone whispering by his ears. Su Ming had his cultivation base erupt from his body without any hesitation. He rushed forward, and only when he was some distance away did turn around, but he still did not see anything.

Su Ming's heart raced, and his skin crawled. Suddenly, someone tapped his shoulder lightly.

"What are you looking for?"

Su Ming's expression changed. This time, he did not immediately turn around. Instead, he brought his right hand up without any hesitation. A ripple spread out from the ring, and he chose that time to charge away. While doing so, he turned around to look behind him, but it was still the same as before. He still did not see anything.

His heart began to race even quicker than before. He might not have seen the person's body, but he was certain that the person was definitely behind him. In silence, Su Ming forced down the anxiety in his heart and decided that he might as well sit down.

If the stranger wanted to attack him, he would have done so a long time ago. Since he did not attack even up to this moment… Su Ming laughed wryly. He could only sit down and speak in a low voice,

"Thank you for saving me earlier, senior."

It was quiet all around him. It was as if Su Ming was talking to himself. There was absolutely no response.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, an hour went by. At that time, a thought rose in Su Ming's mind. He slowly stood up, then walked towards the entrance of the cave, but when he reached the entrance, the air around him suddenly distorted. In an instant, with a wry smile on his face, Su Ming noticed that he had been sent back to the spot where the person had previously meditated.

Su Ming sucked in a deep breath and murmured, "Senior, since you won't speak and won't allow me to leave, you can just tell me your requests. If this junior can fulfill them, I will do my best to repay you for saving me earlier."

"Young lad, which tribe did you come from?" a faint voice asked from behind him after a long time.

"Dark Mountain Tribe. I am a member of Dark Mountain Tribe."

Su Ming spoke without hesitation, and he prepared the words what he would say once the person said he had never heard of the tribe before, but while he waited for the upcoming questions, he heard the old voice behind him say words that caused his heart to tremble violently.

"Dark Mountain Tribe, one of the thirteen tribes born and split from Great Berserker Tribe…"

When these words fell into Su Ming's ears, his heart trembled. At the same time, an old man's withered right hand appeared on his shoulder. It patted his shoulder, and immediately, a domineering presence seeped into Su Ming's body before it swimming a complete cycle in him. Then, it rushed towards Su Ming's soul.

The old man did not perform a Soulseek, but only touched Su Ming's soul lightly. Then, the presence moved back and returned to his shoulder before retreating to the withered right hand.

"It's indeed the presence of the Berserker's Initiation, but your soul belongs to Great Abyss Tribe. There is also something nourishing you, something that doesn't belong to this World. Hmph, I've been the most vocal objector towards interracial marriage, but at the very least, you showed that you're a Berserker by not lying."

When the old voice echoed in the air, a huge storm raged in Su Ming's mind.

'Dark Mountain Tribe… So Dark Mountain Tribe really exists. Berserkers… Great Berserker Tribe… and he says that my soul is from Great Abyss Tribe. This is…'

Su Ming could not calm down. His heart was in complete turmoil due to the old man's words.

"I'll make a deal with you, young Berserker. Since you can come here, you and I are linked through fate. Your soul and aura might be a little mixed, but it doesn't matter whether you're from Great Berserker Tribe or Great Abyss Tribe, for you're still a member of the younger generation from one of our allied tribes. This deal will grant you a great serendipity," the old man said in a faint, ancient voice. A decaying air even formed due to the sediments of time.

Su Ming did not immediately ask what sort of serendipity he would receive. Instead, after hesitating for a moment, he forced down the storm that had begun raging in him due to the old man's words. "Senior, if you had determined that I wasn't a member of the younger generation belonging to one of your allied tribes…"

"You'd share the fate of all the other people who had come here. You have your soul Sought through, your skin flayed, your bones plucked out, and when you're dried up, I would add some seasoning to your flesh and feed you to the beasts of offering," the old man said faintly.

A barely noticeable glint shone in Su Ming's eyes. He then asked another question. "What about the other members of the younger generation from your allied tribes who received this great serendipity of yours, senior?"

"They are among the substandard beings you saw in the red fog in the world outside." The old man's voice was as calm as usual, but when those words landed in Su Ming's ears, a cold chill went through his heart.

He fell silent, and the old man did not continue speaking either. When the time it takes for an incense stick to burn passed, Su Ming smiled wryly and sighed.

"Senior, this great serendipity you speak of is a chance for me to have my spirit ascend and become an Ancestral Spirit, right?"

"Hmm? Boy, you're a shrewd one. You must have deduced this from how I dispelled those substandard beings. That's right. The serendipity I will give you is a chance for you to have your spirit ascend. Since you like to analyze things, then you can analyze what you will need to do for the deal before I give you the serendipity. If you can guess it, I will give you some rewards."

The old man's words came to a halt then as if some emotion that had not existed in him previously had entered his heart, but he soon finished what he wanted to say in a faint voice.

"You only have one chance to guess."

When the old man's voice reverberated through the air, Su Ming's eyes sparkled.

"You should not be thinking of leaving this place…" Su Ming said, and the old man behind him snorted coldly.

"Don't try pulling some meaningless schemes."

"Senior, you want me to search for the person who killed your tribe!" Su Ming suddenly said in a firm voice.

He was making a bet, but even if he lost, he would not suffer any loss. Still, Su Ming wanted to win because he had constantly been in the passive during his entire contact with the old man. His constant presence behind him had caused a shadow to loom over his heart. It was also growing larger, and it would continue to do so until Su Ming could no longer muster any will to fight back. At that time, the old man would completely control his mind.

Su Ming wanted to seize control even if it was just an insignificant amount of it, for to him, it was still a form of resistance and struggle against the old man.

And Su Ming had not chosen this answer out of the blue. He had formed it from a couple clues. One, the place had been reduced to ruins and become the burial grounds for Heavenly Spirit Tribe, and the old man had chosen to remain with his tribe members. Su Ming could tell a number of things from this.

There was also the very distinct, crude craftsmanship of the final carving. The things shown in the picture had a bizarre air, and they have the feel of the end of the story. This revealed plenty of things as well. Heavenly Spirit Tribe could have walked to their ruin with all the members' lives coming to a natural end, but there were children among the skeletons, which wiped off this possibility.

There was also the possibility of the red figures killing them. But even though this was possible, it made no sense with the old man's strength. There was also the possibility of external reasons causing it, but Su Ming only had one chance to guess, so he had chosen his answer without hesitation.

Even so, he was not certain of it himself. Yet when the person behind him remained silent for a time, Su Ming knew that there was a possibility that his guess had been correct.

"Perhaps I should have agreed to the matter of interracial marriage in the past…" After a long while, a long sigh came from behind Su Ming.

"You're very smart, and you have a good idea for observations… Your guess is correct, but also wrong. The person who killed my people is me…

"Tell me, what sort of reward do you want?" There was a hint of sorrow in the old man's voice as it echoed in the air languidly.

Su Ming was silent for a moment before a glint shone in his eyes, and he spoke in a firm voice. ."This junior does not want any sort of reward, but would like to have a look at your face, senior."

"You are indeed very intelligent… the mental state of a person able to see and unable to see is completely different." After some time, the old voice reverberated in the cave, and the air in front of Su Ming distorted. A moment later, an old man walked out.

His body was filthy, but Su Ming could tell with just one glance that he was the old man in the last picture, who was sitting on the platform with his arms raised in the hall in the sky while being worshiped by countless people!

There was a profound look in the old man's eyes, but there was apathy mixed with loss in it. People could not look straight into them for it would feel like their souls would be sucked into his eyes.

The old man just stood there. There was no ripple of power about him, but Su Ming could sense a mighty pressure much greater than what he had felt from the Predecessor of Dao Ocean. It was as if there was an entire Realm between this person and the Predecessor of Dao Ocean!

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Chapter 1188: The Three Races of Arid Triad!

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"There is still a will hidden in your body, a weak Antecedental Spirit who was fortunate enough to evade the disaster, but whose spirit has been split countless times. Right now, what remains of him is weak, and he only retains a little of his soul. It is so faint that it is almost gone. He should be an Ancedental Spirit from Earthen Sand Tribe."

The old man cast an indifferent glance at Su Ming, and it looked like he could see straight through him to discover all his secrets. When his voice echoed in the air, Su Ming's heart trembled, but he did not show it on his face.

When he saw the face of the mysterious old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe, Su Ming buried his wariness in his heart. It did not matter whether it were his expressions or emotions he had revealed earlier, for he had showed them to let the old man know about them and also because he wanted him to do it.

After all, it was easy to find out whether a person was truly temperamental. It was also very easy for others to be on guard against such people. That was why they needed a disguise and a cover to hide all the changes in their heart.

Su Ming knew who the old man was talking about. It was the Spirit of the Sand Earthlings, a being who had declared himself to be an Ancestral Spirit but who was in truth an Antecedental Spirit. The old man's words also answered Su Ming's question about the Predecessor of Dao Ocean.

When he had thought of the Predecessor of Dao Ocean, he had also thought of the Spirit of the Sand Earthlings, which gave him some doubt. But it showed up that the Spirit of the Sand Earthlings was not an Ancestral Spirit as he had declared himself to be, but just an Antecedental Spirit.

It had been constantly asleep, and Su Ming did not summon it because the Seed of Life Extermination had left. He did not know whether something unexpected would happen if he summoned the Antecedental Spirit of the Sand Earthlings.

"Senior, you said before that I have the presence of the foreign races…"

Su Ming knew that he should not take the initiative and ask this question. He should should instead ignore it and did not pay any attention to this matter if the old man did not pursue this line of questioning. This would probably be the right way for him to go about the deal with the old man.

But Su Ming still asked that question. If he did not understand everything, then this so-called great serendipity which would be given to him might turn him into one of the red figures, making him a substandard being who failed in the ascension of his spirit.

"Who might these foreign races be?" Su Ming looked as composed as ever as he stared at the old man.

When he asked this question, a cold, fierce glare shone in the old man's eyes. He stared at Su Ming and did not say a word for a long time.

Su Ming did not speak either. Instead, he stared at the old man quietly. His level of cultivation might not be equivalent and the old man might be able to kill him with ease, but it did not take away Su Ming's courage to meet his gaze.

"The foreign races… are naturally those from Dark race and Saint race. To all the tribes in Arid race, they are foreigners!" the old man said in a flat voice after a long while.

A brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes. The old man's words had given him an incredible amount of information.

"Is Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos called a triad because of this?" he suddenly asked.

The old man stared at Su Ming, and a profound expression appeared on his face. He raised his head and looked up at the top of the cave abode. His expression was full of sentimentality.

"You glimpsed some ancient history, and you want to obtain verification about your thoughts from me, hmm? Very well, agree to our deal, and I will tell you everything. It is a past buried in the passages of time, and stories of things… I had experienced personally," the old man said calmly.

There was an ancient tone to his voice, and it echoed in the cave abode filled with skeletons, making it sound as if the wind of time was blowing in the cave.

Su Ming was silent. After some time, his eyes flashed, and he slowly nodded.

"I can agree to your request, senior, but I would like to have all my questions answered!"

"Arid Triad is known as a triad because there were three races when the Ancestral Spirits created all lives in the universe during the days of old. These three races were Dark, Saint, and Arid!

"There were plenty of tribes among each race." There was nostalgia on the old man's face. His voice was airy, as if it had come from a distant time in the past, though no one could tell the exact year.

"Then Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos' Ancient Wu, Ancient Shu, Ancient Wei…" Su Ming immediately said.

"I don't know about this ancient you speak of, but I do know that the Dark race developed in the period of time after the era of the Ancestral Spirits. Under the call of their Ancestral Spirit, all their tribes were uniformly known as… Wu!

"Similarly, the Saint Race also declared themselves as Shu under the orders of their Ancestral Spirit.

"We of the Arid race is the Wei you speak of!"

When the old man's voice echoed in the air, Su Ming's expression might have remained calm, but there was a storm raging in his heart. The old man's words answered his questions and made him recall Sir Tian Wu, the Heavenly Centipede he had met in Divine Essence Star Ocean.

That Almighty might have died in the fifth kiln, but Su Ming would never forget how he had stimulated the so-called blood of Ancient Wu. When he remembered that the man's real form was that of a huge centipede, Su Ming felt his head instantly become clearer.

Those from Dark Dawn practiced the cultivation method of cultivating their inner cores. While the people in this camp seemed like cultivators, they were in truth various strange creatures taking the form of humans, and this was completely similar to what Tian Wu had done!

"They are no longer the Dark race and the Saint race. They've come to declare themselves as Dark Dawn and Saint Defier…" Once Su Ming said these words, he stopped and looked at the old man.

The old man was silent. After some time, he sighed softly.

"Even the Ancestral Spirits have their camps… or else Wu, Shu, and Wei would not have appeared… but it does not matter which camp they belonged to. In a disaster that suddenly appeared in the past, about which even I did not know, I managed to find some clues regarding that disaster… which is that most of them had perished.

"In the era when all spirits and lives died, we lost our legacy. There were few Antecedental Spirits who rose to power, but the legacy halls were shattered. The massacre brought upon by those who failed in the ascension of their spirits caused a great war between the three races.

"In that war, Wei disappeared. The Arid race, who represented Wei, scattered, but Wu and Shu also paid a devastating price. This war meant the end of the tribal era after the era of the Ancestral Spirits came to an end. It also meant that Arid Triad was no longer suitable for the races to live.

"This was why besides a few people, most of those remaining in Wu and Shu chose to leave in search for a place which they could mold into a home suitable for their survival.

"Many years later, a member of the younger generation barged into this place and did something prohibited. I woke up from my sleep then, and I searched through his memories before he died. There, I came to know that the third era began after the age of tribes. Nine True Worlds appeared, and from his memories, I learned about Dark Dawn and Saint Defier…" When the old man said these words, he looked over.

Su Ming was silent. All of the truths caused his heart to tremble once he learned that many things were as he had thought, but while he had guessed a lot correctly, he did not expect the part about Saint Defier and Dark Dawn. This revelation didn't allow him to calm down.

"So that's how it is. No wonder there is such a great disparity in power despite us being on the same Realm. So that's how it is…" Su Ming sucked in a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly shone. "Was All Spirits Hall created by all the Ancestral Spirits of the three races, or was it..?"

"It was created by Wei's Ancestral Spirit. There is something similar in Wu and Shu as well," the old man said languidly.

"Then I have one final question. Regardless of whether it is Wu, Shu, or even Wei, what are the Ancestral Spirits who created all these, and where did they come from? Why… did they come here to create the universe and the three races?!"

When Su Ming asked this question, Dark Mountain appeared in his head. When he was still an ignorant teenager, he had read a sentence written on a beast skin scroll describing the legends of the Berserkers.

"Since the creation of the world and of man, the Berserker Tribe has existed and it still exists to this date…"

"So the legend is not just a legend. That seemingly normal sentence which I thought was just a myth… is real!" Su Ming's expression changed several times in succession before he looked towards the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe.

"Perhaps… there was another great era before the era of Ancestral Spirits." The old man was silent for some time before he sighed softly. That sigh held an ancient air that could make a hearer feel like their soul would soon turn to dust as well.

"The cultivation of lives during that era exceeds our imagination. They were unmatched in power, but the entire era had perished in an unknown disaster. Its remnants created Arid Triad, but in the end, they still could not escape fate. They too died.

"I've thought of your question before. I didn't puzzle about where they came from, but thought of myself. I was wondering… If I could live longer and witness the changes between eras until the day came when I would have to watch all of us, be it Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos where we stay, or the Vast Expanse itself, destroyed in a disaster which we cannot fight against…

"If I am still alive by then, what would I do? If you're alive, what would you do?" the old man mumbled.

"With my abilities, I would create another universe… I would make the legacy continue so that our Brand will never disappear…"

Su Ming's heart trembled. As he stared at the old man, the old man too stared at him. Su Ming had come to understand that the old man had used these words to give him the answer.

"I've answered your questions. Now, it is your turn to fulfill your promise and complete your end of the deal. I will give you a chance to have your spirit ascend, and if… you succeed, use the power of the All Spirits Hall to return to the past and stop me from killing my tribe members. Even if you can't, you have to plant a zone there so I can return to it countless times!"

An obsessive madness appeared in his eyes which he fixed them on Su Ming. It looked like if he was rejected, then even if Su Ming was a member of the younger generation of his allies, he would still wipe him off the plane of existence.

Su Ming was silent while staring at the old man. Even though he had tried to guess what the old man wanted him to do for the deal and the old man had let him see his face, Su Ming still did not expect that the old man's thoughts would be so mad.

Changing of the past… Forget whether such a thing was even possible. Even if it was, how could it be achieved so easily? The Ancestral Spirits before the old man would have certainly thought of this, but they still died in the end.

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Chapter 1189: Position of the Ancestral Spirit!

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Su Ming quietly stared at the resolve in the old man's eyes, and he suddenly pitied him slightly. This was an old man who had lived in a constant state of guilt and regret, even though he was incredibly powerful. He was a mad old man who would do anything to change his tribe members' fate.

"I will fulfill my promise," Su Ming said softly.

"This is your serendipity. If you fail in the ascension of your spirit, you will become a soul without consciousness, but if you succeed, you will turn from a Successor Spirit to an Ancestral Spirit!"

The resolve in the old man's eyes became firmer as he stared at Su Ming. When his words fell into Su Ming's ears, his eyes suddenly shone.

"I'm a Successor Spirit?"

"Of course you're a Successor Spirit. Based on the information I gathered from the cultivators who barged into this place, these so-called Successor Spirits and Succeeding Spirits appeared in the subsequent era, the one which came after my era ended.

"You obtained the real Berserkers' Initiation from the Great Berserker Tribe, and you also obtained the Abyss' Awakening from the Great Abyss Tribe. With these two together, you are no longer a normal Succeeding Spirit, but a Successor Spirit!

"Though with another step you could become an Antecedental Spirit, the gap between these two stages is a wide break between two eras. Without the All Spirits Hall, no matter how hard you would cultivate, it would be almost impossible for you to cross that gap. This is why this is your serendipity!"

When he listened to the old man's words, Su Ming thought of the difference between him and the other Almighties in Arid Triad again. He recalled his battle against the cultivators from Saint Defier's camp, and he understood the reason behind his victory.

"With my power, I can extract three examples of people succeeding in the ascension of their spirits from the passage of time. You only have three chances to copy them. Whether or not you succeed will be the main point during the three times you copy them. I wish you will succeed, but I must say that even during my time, there were incredibly few who could succeed in having their spirits ascend…"

The old man cast a complicated glance at Su Ming, then swung his arm. Su Ming immediately sensed the air around him distorting. In the blink of an eye, his vision blurred. When his world became clear again, they were no longer in a cave, but on a tall platform in white fog.

When Su Ming lowered his head to look down, he saw endless white fog along with some mountains which were barely discernible below.

"You've gone through the real Berserkers' Initiation, so you can be considered a Berserker. Then the first ascension I will show you will be the sight of a powerful warrior from the Berserkers!"

A piercing, brilliant light shone in the old man's eyes. His cultivation base erupted from him with a bang. The power of his cultivation base swept out in all directions, causing the sky to tremble and the fog on the ground to tumble violently. Su Ming nearly suffocated from it.

The old man's act of spreading his cultivation base immediately caused Su Ming to see some illusions. It was as if the person standing before him was no longer the old man, but a vast expanse of mountains and rivers, a complete expanse of sky, a complete world, and an entire Expanse Cosmos!

All of this seemed to be contained in the old man's body. As he stared him, Su Ming's heart trembled. At the same time, he compared him to all the powerful warriors he had met in the past, be it Sui Chen Zi, the Predecessor of Dao Ocean, or the figure belonging in Avacaniya Realm he saw through the gap torn through Arid Triad in the Immortals' Union. Then, his heart trembled again.

'He's indeed in Avacaniya!'

This was the first time Su Ming witnessed the strength of Avacaniya Realm. It was a strength that could make a world disappear if the old man wanted it, and the entire universe would have to change before him if he so desired. It was a strength which could not be put into words.

It… was a Realm which surpassed the word Realm, surpassed the heavens, surpassed space, and surpassed even the galaxy!

'This is definitely not the power of Antecedental Spirits!'

Su Ming's breathing quickened. He had met Antecedental Spirits before. Regardless of whether it was the Spirit of the Sand Earthlings or the Predecessor of Dao Ocean, they were definitely not as powerful.

"This is the power of those who have succeeded eight times in spirit ascension and are only one step away from becoming an Ancestral Spirit. Avacaniya… perhaps it fits into the Avacaniya Realm you speak of, but to me, if I succeed nine times in spirit ascension, I will not reach that Avacaniya you speak of… but Bhaashate! The Bhaashate Realm of the Ancestral Spirits!"

The old man raised his right hand and swung it against the sky. With it, the world roared. A huge vortex appeared suddenly in the sky. It spun and rumbled, then spread outwards in all directions. Wherever it went, the sky was reduced to countless shards. As cracking sounds echoed, the entire sky looked like it had turned into an expanse of land ravaged by a great famine.

It kept on cracking, and the shards swept in all directions. The fog on the ground tumbled backwards, and Su Ming immediately sensed the white ring on his finger buzz.

It came from it vibrating due to its instinctual reaction after running into a power which was much greater than it. These tremors caused Su Ming to understand that while the ring was a supreme treasure of Avacaniya, it was still weaker than the old man.

'This old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe is a powerful warrior from Arid, and he's more powerful than the Saint Defier who created this ring! Perhaps… he should be known as the Arid Deity!'

Su Ming's heart trembled when he saw the countless shards group together as if creating another sky. As they shone, the light descended on the ground, and time seemed to change…

A figure appearing on the platform in front of Su Ming. It was incredibly tall and built. Waves of aura belonging to Berserkers with which Su Ming was familiar with spread out from it, for the person was not holding any of it back.

Even though Su Ming could only see his back, the resonance created due to them being Berserkers made him feel like he had met an incredibly familiar person when he saw the man. The person was covered in scars that had already healed. While he stood on the platform, he looked like he was standing above the world, and the earth had to submit to him. The sky also had to lower its head to him.

"Berserker!"

"Berserker!!"

"Berserker!!!"

Deep roars came from the area below. When Su Ming lowered his head to look, he saw countless Berserkers on the ground beneath the platform. They stood there while shouting loudly. Their presence was so great that it felt as if their roars shot through the sky like long arcs, causing the ground and the sky to tremble.

"This is 83rd Elder of Berserkers having his spirit ascend countless years go. This is the first time he has his spirit ascend, but in the end, he failed. Observe well, this is me using my power to tear apart the universe and extract one of the memories from the will of Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos while hiding the act from it."

The voice of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe echoed in Su Ming's ears. His figure slowly appeared beside Su Ming, and with a sentimental gaze, he stared at the man's back.

Su Ming's pupils shrank. The old man's words were imprinted at the bottom of his heart. 'So… when a person's cultivation base reaches a certain level, they can tear through the universe, hide it from the will of Arid Triad, and extract its memories…

'But he's hiding. That one word is enough to tell that even with his power, there is still a difference in power between him and the will of Arid Triad.

'He can only hide from it… instead of completely disregarding Arid Triad's will and forcefully extracting its memories.'

As Su Ming thought all of this, he cast his attention on the Berserker in front of him. He saw the man throw his head back and roar. All his veins popped up on his body, and a thick power of Qi erupted with a bang from his body. The blast from it did not contain any ripple of power from his cultivation base, but the Qi was strong enough to overpower all forms of cultivation and crush all barriers.

"Berserkers… they are a tribe who can fight against the God race among the Saint race of Shu. The power of their physical body has become so strong that it cannot be described with words," the old man beside Su Ming mumbled as if talking to himself, but he also seemed to be talking to Su Ming.

At that moment, when the man roared, a ripple spread from his body. It was an airwave, and it spread through the sky, making it distort like it was about to be torn apart. Then, the hall Su Ming had seen before appeared!

It was the Spirit Descension Hall, the one with countless red figures that had appeared to chase Su Ming!

Once the hall descended, it floated in midair. Immediately after, the sky behind it distorted again, and a huge hall with endless golden light shining from it came down!

When compared to the Spirit Descension Hall, this hall was like an adult before a child.

The descended golden hall was completely revealed in the mid of the rumbles. It was so large that it seemed to have no end to it, and Su Ming could vaguely see two large words carved on the plate hanging on the hall.

All Spirits!

"Only one Spirit Descension Hall will appear during the first spirit ascension. When I went through my eighth spirit ascension in the past, eight Spirit Descension Halls appeared to surround the All Spirits Hall," the old man said faintly.

Once the huge, golden All Spirits Hall appeared, its golden light immediately spread one hundred thousand feet into the distance. It instantly painted the sky and earth golden, and countless figures shot out from the hall.

They were not the red figures who had chased after Su Ming, but people dressed in long robes. There were men and women among them, and they levitated outside the golden hall.

It seemed as if the ranking system between them was very strict. The person right above all the others had golden light shining from him which extended to one hundred thousand feet, and it was filled with a mighty pressure which caused people to suffocate. Below him were three people, and below them were eight people, then seventeen people, then thirty-nine people, followed by eighty-six people, and the final row contained eight hundred and eighty-one people.

"This is…" Su Ming stared at the two thousand odd figures before the hall.

He could tell that they were not real people, but seeds formed by some sort of aura which resembled energy. Their arrangement also seemed to be based on some sort of rule. There were ten horizontal rows. If he did not include the sole figure at the top row, then there would only be nine rows.

"These are the positions of the Ancestral Spirits, and there are a total of 2,603 of them! Spirit ascension means choosing one of those standing in the position of the Ancestral Spirits and fusing with them. The first time, you can only choose those at the bottom row, and you can perform analogies between them with the ones above. You will need luck in this. If you are lucky, you can slowly fuse with them nine times until you reach the one and only figure at the topmost row.

"Making different choices will also mean different levels of compatibility. You will need to try again and again, but only one, highly valuable person who has the right to go through spirit ascension will appear in each race once every few centuries. For their people, they will make a gamble with the mind that they will be sacrificed… If they fail, they will die and become mindless souls who only know to kill!

"Each race will remember the order of those who failed in the fusion so those in the future generation can try the others that do not guarantee failure," the old man said slowly and sighed.

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Chapter 1190: Great Abyss Tribe

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Su Ming listened to the old man's words and stared at the two thousand something figures outside the golden hall. His heart trembled at the thought of the devastating fate the tribe members had to face.

There were 881 positions for Ancestral Spirits in the bottom row, and there might only be one of them which is suitable for the blood of a particular race to make offerings and go through the spirit ascension. This would mean that they needed to sacrifice hundreds of people who were worthy of going through the spirit ascension to lay out a path for their spirits to ascend!

And clearly, even though they were all under Wei jurisdiction, since Great Berserker Tribe, Great Abyss Tribe and Heavenly Spirit Tribe were different races, they had to each search for the Ancestral Spirit suitable for their people for fusion.

Due to each race's differences leading to different choices and results, there were no similarities between them. This meant that the path of spirit ascension was drenched in blood and built on human lives.

And this was just the beginning. Even if they managed to find the position of the Ancestral Spirit suitable for their people at the bottom row, there was still the second to last row, and it would continue until they reached the top. All of those who died would be powerful warriors and people who possessed the right to have their spirits ascend. This would make a tribe gradually walk to ruin. If they could last, then in the end… a true Ancestral Spirit would appear!

But that would require tens of thousands of years, and time did not give any of the races this chance. As the era of tribes came to an end, everything was reduced to nothingness. Even the order of fusing with the positions of the Ancestral Spirits and the numbers, which all the races believed were the most precious to them, had been buried with the dust.

In silence, Su Ming saw the tall Berserker on the platform roar towards the heavens. He rose from the ground and charged into the sky, rushing for the 560th of the illusory Ancestral Spirits on the last row, which was the ninth row if they did not count the row with the one and only golden figure right at the top. When the man stopped there, the countless Berserkers on the ground beneath him roared, but the next moment… the ground fell into dead silence.

With his own eyes, Su Ming saw that when the Berserker touched the 560th illusory Ancestral Spirit, his body shuddered as if an unimaginable pain had erupted in his body at that moment. He brought his right hand up and seized the sky as if he was trying to grab something in the air. Then, he pushed his hand towards the Ancestral Spirit he was fusing with.

"Eternal Creation [1]!"

The man did not say these words, for when he shuddered, he turned into ashes. A red light flew out of his disintegrated body and drifted in the sky, looking lost but also like it wanted to lower its tip to sneak a glance at its people one last time. Yet it could not…

The man's body was sucked into the Spirit Descension Hall by a strong force. A shrill scream of pain rang out, and everything returned to silence.

The person who had said those two words was the old man. They caused Su Ming to stare at the soul who had turned into a red figure in a daze. He fell silent.

The sky returned to normal. It did not matter whether it was the Spirit Descension Hall or the All Spirits Hall. Everything vanished from the sky. Only the countless Berserkers on the ground remained. They were silent, but there was a thick aura of sadness among them.

"Eternal Creation is an Art unique to Berserkers. Outsiders cannot understand it. This is… Great Berserker Tribe's strongest Art.

"Even after I've gone through eight spirit ascensions, if I face a powerful warrior who is at the same Realm as me casting Eternal Creation, I too will have to avoid its brilliance temporarily."

The old man's voice echoed and turned into an unseen ripple that swept in all directions, causing distortions to appear in the world.

When the scene disappeared from Su Ming's eyes and everything in the area filled with white fog, he felt like he had woken up from the previous era and returned to the current time and age. A soft sigh escaped his lips.

"Next, I will show you the spirit ascension from Great Abyss Tribe," the old man by Su Ming's side said calmly after a long time. He swung his arm, and the feeling of the world going in reverse immediately appeared again. When everything became clear, Su Ming was far away from the platform where he had previously stood and was surrounded by a vast expanse of fog.

The fog in the area was incredibly thick. It surrounded them, and when the old man swung his right arm, the fog scattered to reveal a huge, deep pit whose edges could not be seen with the naked eye. In that pit were hundreds of Spirit Ascension Platforms. They were built in circles and stood tall, giving off a feeling as if they were reaching for the clouds.

"Great Berserker Tribe, a tribe I am quite impressed with. The people in this tribe might not be calculative, but their straightforward attitude and their fearlessness towards death is something the other tribes do not possess.

"That includes my own Heavenly Spirit Tribe. In this regard, we cannot compare to Great Berserker Tribe.

"But if we talk about all the tribes under Wei, which includes Great Berserker Tribe, then there is only one tribe which I admire the most… and am in fact, slightly envious of, and that is Great Abyss Tribe," The old man stood on one of the hundreds of platforms and looked around him while he speaking in a soft voice.

"This place is where Great Abyss Tribe was located. In the past, this was a vast ocean, and it was known as Abyss Ocean, which was also known as Wei's Forbidden Grounds!

"Great Abyss Tribe is a tribe skilled with the power of time and Possessing all forms of life. They also have the Abyss Gate, which only powerful warriors can open to create their own World… Besides these three inborn abilities, the most frightening aspect about Great Abyss Tribe was that their people's souls… would not perish!

"This… is an unparalleled power which can only be understood by those who have activated all three of Great Abyss Tribe's inborn abilities. Once they come to understand them, their souls can last for nearly an eternity without perishing. No matter how many cycles of life and death they go through, their souls will remain. This is something that brings out envy in others, but they are also helpless against it."

When the old man sighed deeply over this, he raised his right hand and swung it. Immediately, the world roared. The sky shattered, and countless fragments were swept aside before they regrouped. A ripple swept outwards after that.

The world changed because of it as if a curtain had lifted, stirring up dust. Brilliant colors were revealed, and when the ripple vanished, Su Ming saw… a world belonging to Great Abyss Tribe.

It was a black ocean. The waves rose and splashed down as they tumbled about. Hundreds of platforms stood tall in the seawater, and they looked like they wanted to reach the sky. At that moment, most of the stone platforms were occupied by sitting figures.

Most of them were middle-aged man dressed in long, black robes which had shades of gray, making them resemble specters. They were sitting quietly with the seawater around them. None of them made a single sound.

Besides the sound of waves, it could be said that this place was completely silent.

"Great Abyss Tribe is a very quiet tribe, but they are also incredibly terrifying. If we talk about combat abilities, they might not be as skilled in battle as us in Heavenly Spirit Tribe, but their ability to survive is so great that it's frightening.

"In fact, there was a saying going among us that even if a disaster fell, while the other tribes might perish, Great Abyss Tribe would definitely not be destroyed. This was a race of people who could raise back to power even if only one of them remained," the old man said as he stared at the black ocean

Su Ming was silent while watching the people from Great Abyss Tribe. Upon seeing them, he felt another sense of familiarity, but it was different from the familiarity he had sensed from the Berserkers. This was a familiarity in his soul.

"Spirit ascension!"

When Su Ming looked over, he saw the people on the platforms speak up. Nearly one hundred people were performing spirit ascension at the same time!

"This is also something the other tribes cannot do. Since they can change time and they have clones, Great Abyss Tribe has a great advantage over the others when they perform spirit ascension. They can have multiple people perform spirit ascension at the same time, and from there, they can find the order hidden among the positions of the Ancestral Spirits."

As the old man's voice echoed by Su Ming's side, the All Spirits Hall appeared again. Golden light covered one hundred thousand feet, and the two thousand something figures appeared.

Soon after, nearly one hundred people flew out from the platforms to charge towards their positions. Su Ming watched it without blinking. He saw the people from Great Abyss Tribe turn into red figures and watch the sky in a daze. Then, one person among the near one hundred shone with a golden light that reached a piercing degree. He… had successfully fused with one of the Ancestral Spirits and threw his head back to roar.

His roar was loud and had an indescribable presence to it. That was not the presence of a cultivator, but the presence of an Antecedental Spirit!

The waves roared and surged into the heavens. A brilliant light shone in the eyes of all the people from Great Abyss Tribe. They stared at the only person who had succeeded after all the other members of their race had failed. Then, they slowly stood up and bowed together towards him.

"With Great Abyss Tribe's talent, they should have been the first among us to have a person who could succeed in all nine spirit ascensions, but the Great Destruction arrived, and it did not give them or us that chance…"

The old man sighed softly. He lifted his right hand and seized the air. The scene in front of Su Ming was torn to pieces and returned to the original world of fog.

"With my level of cultivation, I can only hide from Arid Triad's will only one more time and extract another of its memories for you to copy. This is the last time, so I will give you the chance to choose.

"You can pick the Spirit Ascension Platforms from either Great Berserker Tribe, Great Abyss Tribe, or Heavenly Spirit Tribe to have your spirit ascend!"

The old man cast a glance at Su Ming. He swung his right arm, and when the world roared, the world looked like it had started shrinking. When Su Ming's vision became clear, he had returned outside the cave where he had met the old man and saw a white mountain standing tall in the fog.

He also saw a stone platform which had appeared at some unknown point of time at the top of the mountain. There were ripples spreading out from it. When it surrounded the area, he could vaguely see an old figure sitting on the stone platform.

"There's no need to look," Su Ming suddenly said. "I'm not from Heavenly Spirit Tribe, so it's useless no matter how many times I try to copy it. Senior, you can save your power. There's no need for you to waste it."

A hint of resolution appeared in Su Ming's eyes. This was something that would not necessarily bring him more benefits the more he watched it. If he witnessed too many of these scenes where the people turned into red figures after they failed, his own confidence would be affected.

The old man's right hand came to a halt midway up to being raised. A surprised glint appeared in his eyes when he looked towards Su Ming.

"Then which tribe's Spirit Ascension Platform will you choose, Great Abyss Tribe or Great Berserker Tribe's?"

"I choose Great Berserker Tribe's Spirit Ascension Platform!" Su Ming said with firmness.

Translator's Note:

1. Eternal Creation: Call back to 'Wine, Water'.

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Chapter 1191: I Am the God of Berserkers!!

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The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe cast a deep glance at Su Ming, then raised his right foot and took a step into the air. Ripples immediately spread out from beneath his feet. In an instant, he brought the entire area to the spot where the Berserkers' tribe had previously been.

The white mountain stood tall and by its side was the Berserkers' tribe. In the distance was their Spirit Ascension Platform reaching the skies. It was as if Heavenly Spirit Tribe was in the old man's hands, and as long as he wanted to, there was very few things in the world which he could not do.

Moving the mountains and seas, shifting the ground, turning the universe upside down, extracting Arid Triad's memories—all of these opened doors upon doors of possibilities in Su Ming's mind. He was seeing more and more see eye-catching divine abilities.

"You only need to succeed once in spirit ascension. The path of spirit ascension is arduous, but every time you succeed, you will experience extreme changes. With your current level of cultivation, if you succeed in your first spirit ascension, your level of cultivation will increase by ten times!

"This is secondary, however. The main point is that your soul and aura will become out of the ordinary. You will no longer be a Successor Spirit, but an Antecedental Spirit. Even the lowest ranked Antecedental Spirit can stand tall in the world with pride.

"It'll be especially so when you fuse your aura with your cultivation base. You will ascend to another plane of existence, and when you become an Antecedental Spirit, you will be able to bring forth the true power of that ring on your finger. It is the power to kill all those in Death Realm.

"Based on the categorizations of the cultivation systems in the eras after mine, you have only stepped into Fate Realm, but as long as you succeed in your first spirit ascension, you can move slightly past it and master the power of being imperishable, a power that belongs to those in Life Realm!

"In fact, if you can perfect your own laws of fate within a short time while you are in the world outside, your cultivation base will experience a second explosive increase. This will be due to the power remaining in you after the spirit ascension. At that time, it will not be impossible for you to move straight into Death Realm!

"This is a serendipity, but also a matter of life and death. I cannot help you to achieve success. It will entirely depend on you," the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe explained slowly while giving Su Ming a long look.

His expression was grim. He longed dearly for Su Ming to succeed, but it was just as he said, he could only provide Su Ming the chance. Unless he succeeded nine times in spirit ascension and became an Ancestral spirit, there was nothing more he could do. After all, only at that time would he be worthy of helping others in their spirit ascension, since he would be standing at the peak of the entire universe.

"I, Tian Bai, wish you success!" The old man wrapped his fist in his palm, and for the first time, he bowed deeply to Su Ming.

Su Ming stared at the old man, and in silence, he too wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed to him. Then, he swung his arm and charged towards the Spirit Ascension Platform that belonged to Great Berserker Tribe, which was located not too far away from him.

In an instant, he approached it and landed on the platform. Su Ming lifted his head and stared at the sky. His expression was calm. The scene he had seen before appeared in his head. He could see the people who had existed countless years ago right beneath him, and they were all shouting that one word—Berserker.

'I did not choose Great Abyss' Spirit Ascension Tribe because my sense of belonging to the Berserkers is much stronger. I have always believed that I am a Berserker, and I am also… the God of Berserkers!'

When Su Ming lifted his head, an indescribable presence surrounded him and formed a layer of distortions. Once they entered the old man's line of vision, his pupils constricted.

'This junior possesses two different presences, those of Great Berserker Tribe and Great Abyss Tribe. Yet this is not due to interracial marriage, but should have been intentionally done by someone… They placed a person with the blood of Great Abyss Tribe in Great Berserker Tribe and nurtured him until he became an adult. In fact, he even has the true signs of a race's enlightenment about him…'

The old man stared at Su Ming. In truth, when he first saw Su Ming, he had not been as calm as he had appeared to be.

All of this was not because of Great Berserker Tribe's presence about him and neither was it because of his blood of Great Abyss Tribe. Instead, it was because there was a race's enlightenment about him that the old man had never seen before among all those who had entered the place!

It was the Berserkers' Initiation, but it was also their race's enlightenment!

'A race's enlightenment. This is the power to bring enlightenment to an entire race. This is something only the next elder of the race would be worthy of inheriting from the previous elder of the race in the era of the past. In fact, even during the late days of the tribal era, while there were more of these inheritances, most of them were just imitations.

'The value of those who received the imitation enlightenment was to test which of the positions of the Ancestral Spirits were correct so that they could lay out the path for those who truly received the race's enlightenment!

'The true goal of passing down the race's enlightenment was not to give it to the most powerful member of that race, but to present the chosen person… the right to not turn into a red figure even if they failed during the spirit ascension!

'In the current era, those who know of the Art for the race's enlightenment… should be incredibly rare.

'This is a right reserved to only one person in a race. This is… the one and only Ancestral Spirit's Watch… the one that the Ancestral Spirits gave to each race!'

The old man stared at Su Ming, and a raging storm roared in his mind. He could tell that Su Ming possessed the race's enlightenment. This was clearly a hope placed on him, which had lasted from Great Berserker Tribe up till this date.

It was the hope for an entire race to raise to power…

That was why the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe had told Su Ming so many things of the past. It was also why he had asked Su Ming to go through a spirit ascension and had even used his cultivation base to retrieve the memories from Arid Triad's will for him to observe them. This was a treatment that no one who had met him before had experienced.

All those in the past were mostly forced to go through the spirit ascension. He would absolutely not talk to them, and neither would he make any sort of deal with them. Everything had to go according to the old man's will.

But when it came to Su Ming… the old man hesitated. He could not do as he did before.

The race's enlightenment on Su Ming was Great Berserker Tribe's only hope at that point in time. He could not wipe it out. In fact, he was already prepared to give up and even harbored the thought of sending Su Ming away if he failed once.

He… was also one of the races in Wei, and Su Ming could be said to truly be a member of the younger generation from his allied tribes!

Su Ming's arrival also fitted the inheritance. He could be said to be the first one over the course of countless years to have come by completely adhering to the requirements of the inheritance instead of some other methods.

Su Ming's guess had only scratched the surface in regards to the Sun Sinking Talisman. He had guessed that it was activated because of the soul in his clone's body, but in truth, the real reason behind its activation was the race's enlightenment on Su Ming himself!

'Seed of Great Berserker Tribe… Why do I sense an old friend's presence in your race's enlightenment? Is it you? But I saw the illusion of Great Yu you created in the past, and when you were searching for the hope for the future of your race, you died in anguish…' The old man stared ahead in silence.

'It should be you, and I will not wipe off the seed of Great Berserker Tribe. I absolutely won't…'

As the old man watched Su Ming, his heart suddenly shuddered. At that moment, Su Ming had lifted his head to look at the sky, and he looked like he had fused with the world.

More accurately speaking, he did not fuse with the world, but had fused with the Great Berserker Tribe on the ground. It was as if Su Ming's presence had triggered some sort of strange change and some sort of ripple of power from the Berserkers left on the ground. The air which had been as calm as the surface of a lake suddenly started boiling.

Waves of rejecting force instantly appeared. They were not rejecting Su Ming, but projected their own mountain and their tribe on the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe and the white mountain.

The change caused the old man's heart to jump, and at the same time, he became even more certain of his perception towards the race's enlightenment on Su Ming. He even noticed that there was a strong feeling like the Berserkers' tribe… had been waiting for countless years for a person which had finally arrived.

Soon after, the old man's pupils shrank. Wisps of indistinct souls suddenly appeared on the Berserkers' land, which was once home to the Berserkers but was now the ruins of Great Berserker Tribe. Those souls might be indistinct and not even Su Ming could see them, but the old man could tell that they should have disappeared a long time ago in the passage of time. Yet the wisps of Berserkers' will, perseverance, and determination to protect their land had been waiting for the Berserkers to raise to power!

They had remained in the land, not wanting to disappear from the universe. They did not intend to sleep in the emptiness of time. They lay on the land and waited… Now, the person they had been waiting for seemed to have arrived.

More souls appeared. In the span of a few breaths, there were more than one million of them, and more continued to appear. There were quite a few of them who made the old man tremble once he saw them, for he was familiar with them. They had all been his friends in the past.

"Old friend, you predicted the Berserker Day in the illusion of Great Yu to search for a hope for the Berserkers to live through the disaster. Is he the hope you found in the past? Did you execute Eternal Creation for him?"

While the old man mumbled to himself, the number of the souls reached nearly ten million. They quietly surrounded the area and stared at Su Ming quietly, but he could not see them.

Su Ming stared at the sky. His will was burning in his heart at that moment. A great confidence had gathered within him without a single sound.

'I am the God of Berserkers!

'It doesn't matter what my blood is or where I come from since from the moment I remember myself, I was a Berserker. Even though my body is different from the other members of my tribe and even though my soul is not that of a Berserker…

'My will, my spirit, and life belong completely to the Berserkers. I am a Berserker!

'I am the God of Berserkers!'

A powerful light shone in Su Ming's eyes. While standing on the platform, he did not know that there were more than ten million Berserker souls which he could not see in the area below. Yet all of them had an unseen, great power erupt from them.

Their presences mixed together and formed an unheard booming sound, causing the projection of the white mountain from the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe to disappear. He had to retreat, and when he cast his gaze at this sight from the distance, his heart trembled. He couldn't help sucking in a deep breath.

The presences of the ten million souls swirled and gathered around Su Ming to turn into a white dragon in the blizzard. It rose into the sky, and when it roared at the heavens, its whole body turned crimson. With a madness and an unwillingness to admit defeat to fate gathered from the wills of countless Berserkers, it charged towards the sky.

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Chapter 1192: Those Six Numbers!

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"I am the God of Berserkers!" Su Ming lifted his head and stared at the sky. At that moment, his presence erupted with a bang from his body. His cultivation base swam swiftly through him, causing his long hair to float, and the red dragon he could not see let out a soundless roar. It then rushed to the sky as if it was doing so in the same dimension as Su Ming but performing this act an unknown number of years ago.

"Berserker!"

"Berserker!!"

"Berserker!!!"

The ten million illusory figures in the area cried out at that moment. Their voices fused with the dragon's roar, forming a shocking roar that Su Ming could not hear, but which made the pupils of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe shrink again.

He was moving back as images from two different periods of time appeared before him. One was from a time in the distant past, and one was the present. One had the Berserkers from the past, and the other had Su Ming. The two seemed to have reached a resonance due to the race's enlightenment in Su Ming's body, and a sight akin to the deviation of time appeared.

During that moment, Su Ming's cultivation base was stimulated to the peak. His conviction was extremely firm as he stood on the Spirit Ascension Platform. He might not be able to see the abnormality around him, but he could sense that there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes watching him. Those gazes were filled with expectation, excitement, and a resonance that filled Su Ming with determination.

"The place where I was born still did things according to the laws of the universe. When I was born, the Berserkers had weakened. If the heavens are heartless, then we will all be separated. The earth was heartless, and it made my Dark Mountain die…" Su Ming mumbled.

In this situation and on this occasion, the instant he chose Great Abyss Tribe and announced that he was the God of Berserkers, he remembered… the God of Berserkers' song.

As he mumbled to himself, shock appeared on the face of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe who was watching in the distance. This was because he noticed that when Su Ming spoke the four sentences, the red dragon's roars became even more intense. The ten million souls in the area increased in number as well and became tens of millions. There were also several more figures among them which the old man was familiar with.

The world trembled, and the sky distorted while the ground rumbled. Layers of ripples spread out. It was as if… a strange power had been activated at that instant due to Su Ming's existence.

That power should have been buried in the place. When it was activated, it looked like two worlds were about to fuse together. This might sound complicated, but if anyone described the Great Berserker Tribe during ancient times as one world and the current era which Su Ming resided in as another world… then the current situation would be like the world from ancient times moving through space and waking up from death, wanting to come to this world and fusing with Su Ming's era.

All of this might seem abstruse, but that was indeed what the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe saw and felt.

'What a tribe, Great Berserker Tribe! What a man, Great Elder of the Berserkers, a man who succeeded six times in spirit ascension! What a great plot of yours to predict the Berserker Day!'

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe sucked in a deep breath. Admiration appeared on his face. He could already tell that not only did Su Ming possess Great Berserker Tribe's race's enlightenment as well as Great Berserker Tribe's hope, he also had the entire Great Berserker Tribe's will gathered on him.

His spirit ascension was bound to be extraordinary… because he was not performing the spirit ascension alone. He had already fused with the Berserkers' kismet and everyone's will. All the Berserkers were protecting him… and performing the spirit ascension with him!

"If the heavens have eyes, then why do they never see that my world is plunged into eternal darkness? If the deities have souls, then why did they divide the sky and seas to the south and north? I kept my duty to the heavens, so why did they not let me see the darkness of night? I kept my duty to the deities, so why did they tear me into pieces and scatter my memories?" Su Ming mumbled.

The God of Berserkers' song echoed in the air, making it look like he could see the days of the past, the tens of millions of souls in the area, and the blood-red dragon in the sky. The Berserkers' will was gathered within it, and as it roared… it looked like it was Su Ming!

The number of souls in the area grew again. This time, they increased to nearly one hundred million. There was no end to them. All the Berserkers who had lived in the land in different periods of time felt as if their souls had returned to their homeland. When they appeared, they roared… to worship the God of Berserkers for whom they had been waiting for a long, long time!

This made the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe retreat again. His breathing quickened. When he moved back, he looked towards Su Ming. In his eyes, he no longer saw a single man… but the soul of the entire Great Berserker Tribe!

And Su Ming was that divine soul of Great Berserker Tribe. His appearance became a source for the tribe to boil over. It was as if the sleeping Berserkers, the Berserkers who had died in this land had woken up again!

"I cry tears of blood when I lift my head, so tell me, why should I cherish this life and not defy the world?! If the heavens don't have eyes, then I will step on it and watch myself seal the heavens! If the deities don't have souls, then I swear I will slaughter the deities and become the Emperor!

"The world's kismet is upon me, and I will surely kill Arid Triad with my own hands! My Berserkers' Soul has formed, and I will dye the Immortals' sky red with millions of their lives!

"The Berserker Obliteration is the song of my life, and when it ends, what can hold me back from making the Berserkers rise to power with this will alone?!"

Su Ming threw his head back and roared. With it, the one hundred million Berserkers' souls around him howled, and the blood dragon in the sky roared. The weather changed. As the world rumbled, the roars of the countless Berserkers and the roar of the blood dragon turned into one single voice.

"God of Berserkers!"

"God of Berserkers!!"

"God of Berserkers!!!"

"I am the God of Berserkers, and today, I will have my spirit ascend!!"

Su Ming swung his arm up. The blood dragon lifted its head, roared, and crashed against the sky. The sky distorted, and when it rumbled, a hall swiftly descended.

This was not the All Spirits Hall, but the first Spirit Descension Hall. As it appeared and the one hundred million Berserkers' souls roared, the golden light in the sky spread to one hundred thousand feet. Then, the true All Spirits Hall descended with a bang.

The golden hall was broken in parts, but had an ancient will. It was the legacy hall the Ancestral Spirits of Wei worked together to create in the past, and at that moment, it truly descended from the sky.

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe had been forced into the distance by the presence brought by Great Berserker Tribe rising to power. At that moment, he appeared to be slightly excited. In his eyes, Su Ming's spirit ascension had a much higher rate of success compared to the other people. He hoped Su Ming would succeed, for if even Su Ming, who had Great Berserker Tribe's soul gathered on him failed, then he did not know just who could successfully have their spirits ascend in this era.

Once the All Spirits Hall descended, the golden figures swiftly rushed out. If the one person at the very top was not included, then the two thousand-something figures were divided into nine horizontal rows that appeared like a tower in the sky. The ancient presence spreading out from the All Spirits Hall turned into a mighty pressure, and a resolute look appeared in Su Ming's eyes.

There were 881 golden figures at the bottom row. Waves of mighty pressure spread out from their bodies and enveloped the ground while they waited for Su Ming to make his choice.

He stared at them, and the resolve in his eyes grew stronger. He knew that if he made the wrong choice, he would die. He only had one chance.

He stared at the Ancestral Spirits in silence, his gaze sweeping across all of them. Eventually, he looked towards the figure above the other nine rows whose presence was clearly much stronger than that of the Ancestral Spirits in the other positions.

'The order towards this legacy… is a path of flesh and blood built in exchange for the lives of a great number of powerful warriors from each tribe… It's a path for their descendants to have an increasingly safer route to spirit ascension passed down to them by their ancestors after numerous tries.

'But the order…'

Determination shone in Su Ming's eyes. He jumped into the air from the Spirit Ascension Platform and turned into a long arc that charged towards the eight hundred-something figures at the bottom row.

He could only take a gamble. The only thing Su Ming knew was that he could not try the fifth hundred-something position since he had seen the ancestor of the Berserkers fail there during his spirit ascension. Clearly, if a race wanted to try and lay out this path of blood, they could not choose at will. They should have tried one by one in order. Because of it, Su Ming was certain by fifth-tenths that the previous five hundred-something positions of the Ancestral Spirits would also guarantee failure.

Yet if the Berserkers had started testing the order from the back, Su Ming's guess would be completely wrong, which was why… it would be the same as him not obtaining any sort of clue at all.

He charged forward in silence, and the instant he approached the last position, a glint shone in his eyes. When he swept his gaze across all the other positions, he gritted his teeth and instantly went towards one of them, but when he was about to close in, his feet suddenly came to a halt.

He did not continue onward, but moved back. When he was several thousands of feet away, he fixed his stare on the positions of the Ancestral Spirits beyond the All Spirits Hall. He had suddenly remembered something.

Su Ming's act of moving back caused a light crease to appear between the brows of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe. When he turned his gaze towards him, he saw that Su Ming seemed to be contemplating something.

"Senior, do you happen to know the highest amount of times a person had succeeded in spirit ascension within Great Berserker Tribe?" Su Ming suddenly asked. His voice echoed in all directions.

"Six times!" the old man's eyes immediately answered as his eyes sparkled.

Su Ming went silent then, but a brilliant light shone in his eyes. There was also a hint of nostalgia within it.

'Six times… six numbers… Elder told me six numbers in the past to help me climb up Wind Stream Mountain…

'32, 79, 248, 371, 563, 781…'

Su Ming's heart trembled. He lifted his head and stared at the All Spirits Hall. He cast his gaze at the 781st position at the bottom row. Then, he looked up row by row while comparing the numbers until his gaze fell on the third row from the top.

'Could it be…' Su Ming's eyes focused. He gritted his teeth, and without any hesitation, he charged… to the 781st position on the bottom row.

His speed was a reflection of the determination in his heart. Since he was taking a gamble anyway, he would rather take a bet on the seemingly ordinary set of numbers his elder had given him in the past.

With a bang, he drew close to the 781st position and touched that Ancestral Spirit. At that moment, the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe in the distance might have looked composed, but he was incredibly nervous in his heart.

A shocking roar accompanied by Su Ming's shout rang out in the sky!

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Chapter 1193: Berserker Body in Death Realm!

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"These numbers…" Su Ming mumbled.

When he came into contact with the 781st position, his heart trembled. He did not sense any danger. Instead, there was a warm feeling that surged into his body from that position. It filled him in the blink of an eye and fused into his soul.

'These numbers… are the order exchanged for with the blood and lives of the members of Great Berserker Tribe's blood. It is… the most precious knowledge of the entire tribe!' Su Ming's heart trembled. Many thoughts rose in his mind when he considered the set of numbers.

At that moment, all those not involved would not see Su Ming's body since he had already fused completely with the Ancestral Spirit in his chosen position. As the world roared, a powerful light erupted from All Spirits Hall. It covered the area and charged into Su Ming's body as if it wanted to make Su Ming's body go through a metamorphosis.

During it, a familiar feeling rose within Su Ming's body. It was… the feeling of a Berserker's Initiation! He would could not mistake it for anything.

At the same time, the one hundred million Berserkers' souls who had returned to the ground beneath him worshiped the sky. Their murmurs could not be heard clearly, but when their voices reached Su Ming's ears, a loud bang echoed in his head as if he had returned to the moment his elder performed the Berserker's Initiation for him when he was in Dark Mountain!

'It's the Berserker's Initiation! It's the Berserker's Initiation which allowed me to step foot in this place, to become the God of Berserkers… and to obtain the will of this land belonging to the Berserkers!

'It's also the Berserker's Initiation which gave me the possibility to have my spirit ascend right now!'

Su Ming's heart trembled as he sensed the presence of the Berserker's Initiation in his body. In fact, during that moment, he had a strong feeling that even if he had not chosen the 781st position but another one, he might have failed, but he would not be wiped off and turn into one of the insentient red figures.

The Berserker's Initiation in his body was more like a form of blessing and protection. It came from Great Berserker Tribe, and it was a legacy from the ancient Ancestral Spirits… and had a strange form of connection with the All Spirits Hall.

But what was more… it was a blessing from all lives!

When the presence of the Berserker's Initiation rose in Su Ming's body and he went through the metamorphosis while his spirit ascended, he suddenly came to a complete understanding. He could sense that there was not just one presence of the Berserker's Initiation about him… but thirty-seven!

'That's right. I once went through thirty-seven cycles of life and death in Yin Death Region, which means that I've received thirty-seven Berserker's Initiations… I… have at least thirty-seven chances to fail!'

When this understanding came to him, nostalgia rose within his eyes. He remembered his elder's kind gaze as he looked at him, the smell of the land where he lived as a child, the Berserker's sky, and everything in Dark Mountain.

'781, 563, 371, 248, 79, 32… These six numbers are the order for Berserkers' spirit ascension. They had only found six successive spirit ascensions before the disaster arrived. They did not have time to search for the seventh, eighth, and ninth numbers.

'But… the elder performed the Berserker's Initiation for me thirty-seven times. He gave me thirty-seven chances. Even if I tried all of the positions left one by one, it would be enough for me to find a path to successfully have my spirit ascend through the seventh, eighth, and ninth rows. Then… once I succeed in all nine spirit ascensions, I will turn into an Ancestral Spirit!'

Su Ming's heart trembled. He had now completely understood the numbers and the indescribable expectation and love his elder had for him.

'But he's by Su Xuan Yi's side… I understand now!'

If Su Ming still did not understand the schemes between the elder and Su Xuan Yi, he would not be Su Ming.

'The elder had long since chosen the Abyss Builders as the hope for Great Berserker Tribe to raise to power, because only the Abyss Builder's innate talents could allow the soul to withstand these many reincarnations!

'He created a path to guarantee my success in becoming an Ancestral Spirit…'

Su Ming threw his head back and roared. As his body fused with the Ancestral Spirit and went through a metamorphosis, he sensed himself becoming much more powerful.

It was a transformation of his physical body. While he was fusing with the Ancestral Spirit, the power of the Ancestral Spirit changed his body so that he could obtain a true Berserker's body.

Based on what the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe said, the strength of the Berserker's physical body was so great that they could fight against the Gods in Shu. In truth, even the Gods there could not compare to their physical body in certain aspects.

'If that's the case, then since this Ancestral Spirit is already transforming my physical body, I might as well make this transformation more complete. I will fill with even more madness!'

Determination appeared in Su Ming's expression. At the instant his body was changed, he lifted his right hand without hesitation and struck his storage bag.

As he was fusing with the Ancestral Spirit and his body was being transformed, he went to open his storage bag.

The old man in Heavenly Spirit Tribe saw from the distance, and his expression changed. He found that he had no idea what Su Ming wanted to do, but even if he did, he could not do anything to stop him at that moment. If there was any interference from the outside world causing any sort of instability on Su Ming's side, there was a high possibility that his spirit ascension would be affected, and this was something the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe could not accept.

At the instant Su Ming struck his storage bag with his right hand, the body of his clone that practiced the Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole appeared in front of him. A sleeping soul also appeared on Su Ming's right palm. It was the soul of the clone which had become independent due to the Heavenly Incense Rune.

At the instant the soul was extracted, madness burned in Su Ming's eyes. He had come to understand that he absolutely could not waste the serendipity provided to him by spirit ascension. He wanted to fuse with the Ancestral Spirits and transform his body according to his own will.

While holding the independent soul of his clone with his right hand, he struck the top of its head to send it straight into the clone's body. A red glare shone in Su Ming's eyes, and he executed his second Possession on on his clone!

In the past, when he brought out the clone and his soul, the fog would immediately change color, and numerous red figures would be attracted to him, but while he was going through his spirit ascension, not a single shade of red appeared under the golden light of the All Spirits Hall. Everything in the outside world was normal.

This was the first time Su Ming had attempted a second Possession. At that moment, as his spirit ascended, he swiftly split up a little of his soul and had it charge towards the clone. He was already incredibly used to this sort of Possession, and he had already completely broken the clone's soul. Even if it resisted, its power would not be enough for it to put up a fight for more than ten breaths before it was completely devoured by Su Ming.

In an instant, his soul occupied the clone's body, and once he turned him into his clone again, Su Ming did not have time to check whether any changes had occurred after he Possessed the clone a second time. Instead, he immediately sent a thought to his clone, telling him to fuse with his current body.

'If the power of spirit ascension wants to change my body, then let's make this transformation complete. I will have this clone of mine fuse with my current physical body and have it go through this transformation together with me… so that I can form a body that will possess extreme physical strength!'

Determination appeared on Su Ming's face. The power contained within the Ancestral Spirit descended on him with a bang and enveloped him once he merged his clone and the body of the black-robed man he had Possessed. He was wrapped up in the golden light formed by the strange power.

At the same time, pain which made him feel as if he was being torn apart instantly filled his body and soul, but it was nothing to Su Ming. Instead, he sensed the great changes in his body.

The first to change were his bones. They were instantly crushed and reduced to powder. Then, rays of golden light fused into them, turning into specks of golden light that formed the bones again. They were golden in color, and they were the foundation of a physical body filled with a powerful aura!

An incredibly thick presence that belonged to Berserkers spread out from them. They were Berserker Bones, bones that only true members of Great Berserker Tribe could obtain!

They were much stronger than the Berserker Bones from the Bone Sacrifice Realm. They had been lost in the passage of time and came from another powerful Realm that belonged to the Berserkers! They held a completely meaning compared to those so-called Berserker Bones Su Ming had obtained in the past while he was in the land of Berserkers.

When all of Su Ming's bones turned into Berserker Bones shining with bright golden light, he sensed his veins shattering. They then swiftly grew back from the Berserker Bones. In an instant, they covered Su Ming's entire body, and wherever they went, his flesh and blood would melt, and a presence which belonged to the Berserkers that was much stronger than before erupted with a bang.

Su Ming now possessed Berserker Veins, which were another Realm that surpassed Berserker Bones. It had also been submerged in the dust of time. Only at that moment when Su Ming went through his spirit ascension and the metamorphosis as well as the serendipity provided by the golden light did it return to the universe.

Su Ming threw his head back and roared. As he did so, the blood in his body surged up. It had originally turned black from drinking too much blood of the offering beasts.

At that instant, however, golden light erupted from his blood. It melted Su Ming's flesh and blood, but even while it was doing so, new skin and flesh grew to become a body that could support Su Ming's Berserker Bones, Berserker Veins, and Berserker Blood!

The body created after Su Ming fused his clone and the body of the black-robed man he had Possessed thoroughly transformed while he was enveloped by the golden light formed by the power of the Ancestral Spirits. Yet the next instant, a power he had never imagined erupted from him.

His body had become an extremely powerful Berserker Body that would never perish, had endless life force surrounding it, and looked like it had become one with the world. As long as all lives were not destroyed, it would not die!

It was Death Realm!!

A Berserker Body in Death Realm!

It could be said that this was the first true body in every literal sense that Su Ming had ever possessed over the thousands of years he had practiced cultivation. Its strength surpassed everything that he had ever had, and it was his first clone after he had reached perfection—a Berserker's body!

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Chapter 1194: It's Here

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The Berserker's body shone with golden light that spread through the area of one hundred thousand feet!

Golden bones, golden veins, golden flesh and blood, and a golden body were what formed the first body that reached perfection in Su Ming's life. It was the body which was the closest to his wish to have the entire universe at his beck and call.

It was a Berserker Body in Death Realm. It was the most powerful body which could use divine abilities with the power of the physical body, and they were strong enough to terrify powerful warriors in Death Realm. It could be said that from that moment onwards, Su Ming had become one of the most powerful warriors in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos.

And this was just one of Su Ming's clones midway through the spirit ascension. But Su Ming could already sense the terrifying power contained in that body of his. In fact, he had a strong feeling that if he clenched his fist and threw a punch… the sky would break!

Those in Death Realm were much stronger than those in Fate Realm. Once they moved past the state of having never ending life, the life force in their bodies would gather together until it reached a certain level, and some strange changes would happen then, allowing them to reach an imperishable state. Their bodies could not be destroyed, while they could wipe out other people's life force, which was why… this Realm were known to be Death Realm!

With an imperishable body, such people could bring the destruction of millions. They gathered together life force and turned it into a will of heaven that stood above all rules and laws. When they opened their eyes, they could make all lives tremble. When they closed their eyes, they could sense the presence of Arid Triad's will.

This was Death Realm. In the fourth era, this was the strongest Realm on the surface of Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos!

Only those who had moved into Death Realm within the four Great True Worlds could truly be considered to rulers of a region. Only then could they try to determine their own destiny.

Su Ming threw his head back and roared. Golden light surrounded him. The Berserker Body in Death Realm had the power of the clone that practiced the Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole and the body reformed when Su Ming Possessed the black-robed man. The mystery of the second Possession had also caused its potential to be nigh endless.

The clone that practiced Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole had originally possessed endless potential once it fused with the Ancient God. Even if Su Ming did not have all the other elements, such as the black-robed man's body and the mystery of the second Possession added into the mix, there was a very high possibility that he could have obtained the Berserker Body when he went through the spirit ascension.

The black-robed man Su Ming had Possessed in the past had been an existence who was slightly stronger than Sui Chen Zi. He was one of the Eight Paramount Daos in Saint Defier Expanse Cosmos, and he had a noble status. However, to successfully descend in Arid Triad, he had chosen to disperse his cultivation base so that he could reform his body in Arid Triad. If he'd had enough time, he could have regained the terrifying power he possessed in Saint Defier Expanse Cosmos while he was in Arid Triad.

That was why his body also had endless potential.

There was also the matter of the mystery regarding the second Possession. Su Ming might not have investigated it in detail, but based on what he could sense, he could clearly tell the differences.

This was why when all of the things were gathered and fused together along with the power of spirit ascension, the Berserker Body Su Ming formed possessed a potential that surpassed the bodies of all other Berserkers!

Death Realm was definitely not his limit. This was just the beginning!

The spirit ascension had not come to an end. The appearance of the Berserker Body was just a start. As the Berserker Body in Death Realm reached perfection, Su Ming threw his head back and roared again. The golden light around him shrank swiftly to stick to Su Ming's skin as if it would spread through the golden veins in his body once it fused into him.

Then, the thing that would experience a metamorphosis would be Su Ming's cultivation base!

The golden light seemed like nutrients that all lives in the universe could absorb. It was an extremely gentle energy in the world that could change a living being's physical body and their cultivation base.

During the instant the golden light fused with him, Su Ming's cultivation base became much livelier. It swam through his veins, and when it filled his body, it ceaselessly absorbed the golden light. As it was continuously nourished, Su Ming could clearly sense his cultivation base slowly rising in power.

This increase was incredibly gentle. It did not seem like it was making him become superficially stronger, like the act of a farmer pulling shoots to accelerate the growth of his plants. Instead, this increase came to him in a form akin to an inheritance, causing countless epiphanies to appear in Su Ming's mind as his cultivation base increased in power.

Su Ming did not gain these epiphanies by himself. Instead, they came from the Ancestral Spirit with which he had fused. As the epiphanies entered his mind, Su Ming stopped breathing. No storms raged in his head. Instead, he sank into a relatively calm and relaxed state of mind.

As he experienced those epiphanies, Su Ming seemed to hear someone murmuring. The voice belonged to a man, and it sounded like it came from an unknown period of time along with the golden light. It fused into Su Ming's cultivation base.

His head slowly became clouded. Gradually, his mind scattered, and his thoughts turned into a picture with a crimson sky. Fire burned in it. Meteors charged to the ground in long arcs, and every single time one of them landed, the ground would tremble violently.

Earth shattered. Roars shook the sky and earth. Strange beasts several tens of thousands of feet big crawled out of the meteors, and they started ravaging the land with loud roars.

There was an indistinct figure on each of the ferocious beasts' heads. These figures were staring at the lives on the ground aloofly, and there was a merciless look in their eyes.

Further into the distance, mountains shattered to reveal a village they had surrounded. There was a little girl at that moment in the village. She was crouching down and weeping softly. All around her were corpses. Every single time the ground trembled, the little girl would shudder even more. She hugged her head and did not dare to move.

"Mother… Father…"

The little girl's voice sounded frail and powerless in the rumbling world. There were no longer any living beings around her. The sky burned as the meteors fell one after another. The huge ferocious beasts that walked out of them were not far from the little girl.

The ground rumbled, and a ferocious beast came out while roaring. Wherever it went, the mountains would crumble. Shattered stones shot out and scattered in every direction.

At that moment, a long blue arc suddenly appeared in the sky. With an extreme speed that made it look as if it was about to slice apart the air, it charged to the ground. Before it descended, the long blue arc flashed once, and immediately, a blue ripple swept through the area. Wherever it went, the ferocious beasts would let out shrill screams of pain, and their forms as well as their souls would be destroyed.

At the same time, the blue arc turned around and went to the little girl. In an instant, the man went over the little girl's head and closed in on the incoming, roaring beast behind her. With one sweep of his sleeves, the ferocious beast trembled. As it coughed up blood, its head flew higher into the air. Its huge body plunged to the ground with a bang, sending dust and dirt up. This alarmed the little girl so much that she seemed to have forgotten to cry. As she trembled, she stared at a young man in blue robes walking out from the dust fog.

The young man carried three great swords behind his back. There was a smile as warm as the sun on his face. At the center of his brows was a vertical red line. When he walked out of the dust fog, he came to stand next to the little girl. Then, he crouched down and handed her a small red flower that he had found in the dust fog a moment ago.

"Little girl, don't cry. I'll bring you away from this place."

The young man touched the little girl's head. When she instinctively took the little red flower, she was carried away by the young man who turned into a long arc that charged into the sky. He came to a stop while high above and swept his gaze across the land.

"I, Zhan Bai, third rank disciple of White Heron Compound, have come by the orders of my sect to destroy all of your rebellious Dao Beasts!"

The picture came to a pause, then shattered to pieces before disappearing from Su Ming's mind. At the same time, his cultivation base moved past Fate Realm with a bang and headed straight towards Life Realm!

Ceaseless life force existed in Su Ming's cultivation base. When it swam through his entire body, the power of Life Realm erupted from him… It was what Su Ming had been yearning for a long time!

Moving slightly past Fate Realm did not mean that Su Ming had reached great completion in Fate Realm. Instead, his cultivation base was simply covered by the golden light. He reached a temporary completion, and because of it, avoided directly reaching Life Realm. If Su Ming could reach great completion in Fate Realm on his own, his power would definitely raise by a considerable margin.

But at that moment, Su Ming could already sense just how strong he had become. The aura bursting out from him when his cultivation base swam in him caused the world to tremble and allowed Su Ming to sense a pinnacle of power he had never sensed before.

'I should be able to make it raise a little more…'

Su Ming's eyes sparkled a little. His cultivation base came to a swift halt, then at his will, it started moving in reverse. This action instantly filled Su Ming with intense pain. However, the golden light around him instantly gathered on him again. It fused with his cultivation base, which began to show signs of rising in power once more.

At the same time, the fragments formed after the picture in Su Ming's mind shattered came to a swift halt, and they too, started moving in reverse to regroup and form a new picture.

In that picture was another world. That sky was sinking with loud bangs as if it was about to crumble. The ground trembled. In fact, if Su Ming lifted his head, he could see that the galaxy beyond the sky was crumbling as well. He was seeing a picture of a galaxy being reduced to dust, a universe dying, and an entire cosmos suffering a disaster!

The ground sunk and formed pits. A sect had been established underground, but at that moment, it got buried. There were various figures in midair, and the power coming from each of them caused Su Ming's heart to tremble. The weakest in the group had power equivalent to those in Fate Realm, and the strongest gave Su Ming the feeling that they had completely surpassed the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe. It was a Realm Su Ming could not recognize.

The group looked like it wanted to leave their world, but when they flew up, their bodies roared as if an indescribable will had swept past them… completely wiping all of them out.

Su Ming's heart trembled violently. In fact, for the first time ever, a great wave of terror rose from the bottom of his heart. The will was so strong that it left Su Ming in disbelief. Its merciless act of wiping out lives held an aloofness that required no words. It was as if the entire universe and all the lives before this will had to be completely destroyed no matter what sort of level of cultivation they possessed. They were not allowed to leave any sort of mark in the world.

Standing at the peak of a crumbling mountain on the ground was an old man in a long robe. Kneeling behind him was a young man. There was grief in his eyes. He trembled while he stared at the sky around him. That young man was the person Su Ming had seen in the first picture—Zhan Bai.

"It's here…" The old man sighed softly. There was an ancient and complicated look on his face, along with helplessness and a reluctance to admit defeat.

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Chapter 1195: Transformation of the Soul

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"If I could have more time, then I could…" The old man shook his head.

He watched the will sweep past the world in front of him. The sky shattered, the ground was reduced to nothingness, revealing that the galaxy beyond the sky had also crumbled. The old man lifted his right hand and struck the young man behind him. The young man immediately fell backwards and was sucked into a huge vortex that appeared out of nowhere.

"MASTER!" The young man's cries were filled with pain and endless sorrow.

"Go. Use the method I left behind. All of you have three-tenths of a chance to escape from the disaster." The vortex behind the old man disappeared. A brilliant light shone in his eyes, and he took a step forward to walk towards the incoming will.

Boom!

The scene ended. There was a sharp stab of pain in Su Ming's head, but at the same time, his cultivation base moved from the initial stage of Life Realm to the middle stage of Life Realm. Soon after, golden light spread out from him. It moved away from his skin and left his cultivation base.

The continuation of his spirit ascension after his Berserker Body reached perfection was the raise in power of his cultivation base. At that moment, this came to an end as well.

Su Ming's body was drenched in sweat. The inheritance should not be painful, but Su Ming had made his cultivation base move in reverse, which was why he was in great pain, but all of this was worth it. Not only had he forcibly made his cultivation base reach the middle stage of Life Realm, he had also seen the disaster!

Su Ming did not know what the will in the disaster was, but its strength caused a boundless sense of danger rise swiftly in Su Ming's heart as it trembled.

He did not dare to think about whether the will in the disaster… would one day descend again and sweep through Arid Triad to kill all lives. At that moment though, Su Ming remembered the secret of the universe he had seen when he was in Heavenly Incense Rune!

It was death. It was destruction. It was the entire Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos reduced to emptiness, filled only with death.

He also understood that the Ancestral Spirit with which he had fused… was the young man named Zhan Bai. The so-called Ancestral Spirits were in truth just cultivators, but they came from a time much earlier than theirs. That era had been destroyed by a disaster. Those remaining built a new era, and they became… the Ancestral Spirits!

They were powerful, but they were just seeds sent out for the sake of passing down their legacy. The true powerful warriors of that era had long since died. Despite reaching an indescribable Realm, they still died in that disaster. Then, the power of that disaster…

Su Ming did not dare think about it. In silence, he welcomed the final stage of the spirit ascension, which was also the critical part of making a Successor Spirit become an Antecedental Spirit—transformation of the soul!

The first one was the transformation of the physical body, then came the transformation of the cultivation base, and the last… was the transformation of the soul!

With the transformation of the soul, one would open up the gates between the categories of life to break free from being a Successor Spirit and become an Antecedental Spirit!

More rays of golden light swiftly descended from the All Spirits Hall. It enveloped Su Ming and rushed into his body. They then swiftly fused with him and merged with his soul.

This made it so that Su Ming could no longer be seen clearly; he became indistinct. The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe in the distance might have remained outwardly calm, but he was paying close attention to the proceedings. He knew that Su Ming had already succeeded in half of his spirit ascension, but if any accidents occurred during the transformation of the soul, everything may still end in failure.

When the golden light fused with Su Ming's body when he reached the stage of the transformation of the soul, the old man enveloped the area with his divine sense. He refused to have anything from the outside world interfere with the process now. He would attack at full force against any power that came to interfere with Su Ming's transformation of the soul.

'You must succeed. You've already gone through half of it. The transformation of the soul during the spirit ascension might be the most difficult to get through and there have been plenty of people who failed during the transformation of the soul, but since you could obtain such a great power even though you are a member of the later generation, you must have gone through many hardships in your life. You must have a will that is inconceivable to a normal person!

'And you are also a seed of Great Berserker Tribe. You are Great Berserker Tribe's hope. Your will must have gone through countless trials. You… will definitely succeed!'

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe stared at Su Ming with expectation in his eyes. His gaze, though, soon went to search through the area and the sky with killing intent.

'If he fails, it will be the end. But if he succeeds, the Arid Beasts will appear. I can kill them in his place… but if the Arid Disaster comes… The Arid Disaster should not appear. After all, this is the first time this child has his spirit ascend. He should… not attract the Arid Disaster's attention. It should not… Even for me, the Arid Disaster only appeared during the seventh time I went through the spirit ascension…' The old man's expression was grim as he thought through everything.

While the old man was being nervous, the endless golden light turned into glowing spots that fused into Su Ming's soul. He sensed it swelling up and getting stronger at a frightening pace.

It was a comfortable feeling, as if he was being nourished. His soul was continuously getting stronger, as if his life was filled with vitality and getting stronger. In fact, some of the realizations he had while he was practicing his cultivation in the past were magnified endlessly at that instant, causing Su Ming to gain quite a lot of epiphanies.

However, when he reached the middle stage, the strengthening of his soul was no longer comfortable. It brought with it a terrifying feeling. His soul was continuously expanding, and it soon started to pain Su Ming. This sensation was followed by fear. If his soul continued expanding like this, he would definitely explode!

The destruction of his soul would be equivalent to his body and spirit being destroyed. This made Su Ming feel incredibly pressured, but his soul did not stop expanding. It was gradually growing larger, and the pressure grew to an indescribable level as the intense pain slowly became stronger.

Then, right after he the pain increased a lot more, his soul… split up with a bang.

Su Ming's soul did not fall apart, but split up. With intense pain, it did so to divide the power of the golden light, but immediately after, the two souls swelled up again before they split up once more.

During the first split, Su Ming's soul turned into two. During the second split, his soul turned into four, then it split the third time, then the fourth, and the fifth.

It went from four to eight, then to sixteen, and then to thirty-two parts!

The intense pain from the splitting of his soul was no longer anything to Su Ming because what he could not stand even more was the splitting of his mind. It was also splitting up along with his soul. It was divided into thirty-two portions, and it was as if each of them was one individual Su Ming.

This meant thirty-two Su Mings. If any other race experienced this sort of transformation of the soul, they would definitely find it hard to endure for a period of time. Fortunately, Su Ming was an Abyss Builder. One of his inborn abilities was Possession, which was why he could somewhat handle having his mind split into thirty-two parts and locate his origin soul among them.

'He split five times… that should be the end. Five splits, thirty-two souls… This child is from Great Abyss Tribe, so he should have no problems. He won't lose his origin soul, and neither will he have his mind wiped out when the thirty-two souls fuse and devour each other.

'Great Berserker Tribe, as I watch all of you now, I have to say, I am impressed by your choice. The act of choosing someone from Great Abyss Tribe is an incredibly bold choice.' The old man relaxed slightly in his heart, but the next moment, his eyes focused swiftly, and a grave look appeared in his eyes.

'He's… splitting for the sixth time?! Damn it, how could this be? Based on my experiences and memories, when our people go through the transformation of the soul during spirit ascension, only a few handful experience six splittings of the soul. Could this be related to Great Abyss Tribe? Six times… this child should still be able to somewhat bear through it. Let's hope he… This… This is!'

The old man opened his mouth and sucked in a sharp breath. Great shock and disbelief appeared on his face.

'Seven times!'

He personally saw the seventh split at that moment while Su Ming was enveloped by the golden light! This was something which had never happened before as far as he could remember. Even during his era, no one ever experienced seven splittings of their souls during the transformation of the soul in their spirit ascension, no matter to what race they belonged!

'Seven splits… How could this be?! Damn it, this child… That wisp of the foreigner's presence in the child's soul must be the reason!'

The old man had a gloomy expression which soon turned into anguish. He knew that the possibility of Su Ming succeeding in his spirit ascension had become exceedingly low.

"Whether or not you succeed will depend entirely on your luck now. Hah…" The old man sighed quietly.

At that moment, Su Ming was enduring inconceivable pain that came from his soul being split into 128 parts. His mind, too, had split into 128 parts. All of them were him, and it was precisely because of this that it was easy for a person to lose themselves in such a situation. They would forget which among all the many parts had belonged to them since the start.

And this was the first crucial part of the transformation of the soul. It was also known as losing one's way.

If Su Ming could not find his first soul and got lost among the one hundred something souls and minds, then what awaited him would be a terrifying destruction. He would forever be lost among his souls and could no longer regain his sense of self. Even if he succeeded in the end, the person who opened his eyes might be Su Ming, but he also might no longer be Su Ming.

At that moment, Su Ming was like a lone ship in a raging sea. He instinctively did not want the scattering of his mind to disrupt his heart. He wanted to keep on locking down on his first soul, but while he was trying to do so with great difficulty, his mind roared, and as the golden light continued fusing into him, his 128 souls… experienced the eighth split.

256 souls filled Su Ming's mind, causing his lock on his soul to tremble. It looked like he was already slightly uncertain as to which of the souls was his origin soul!

At that moment, Su Ming did not know that in a place so far away from where he was that it was already beyond Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos was Dark Dawn's camp. Within the ninth World among the 180 Expanse Cosmoses was a black galaxy, and in it was an altar encased in ice.

A middle-aged woman with long hair was sitting on it. There was a sacred, dark will about her. Her eyes had been closed before, but at that moment, she suddenly opened them.

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Chapter 1196: Sacred Lady

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When the middle-aged woman opened her eyes, she revealed a dash of blue in her pupils. Her face gradually changed during that instant as if she was forcefully removing time from her body. She no longer looked as a middle-aged woman, but like a young woman.

She had a calm expression. As if she did not feel the ice on the altar, she lifted her head and looked into the distance. The direction of her gaze was the entrance to the ninth Expanse Cosmos of Dark Dawn. Further down was where Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos was located.

In silence, she slowly lifted a pale hand to reveal a blue crystal on her palm. At that moment, there was a faint blue light shining on it. That light was incredibly beautiful. If anyone stared at it for a prolonged period of time, they would feel as if their hearts and souls had been sucked in, and they could not get out.

"This is the first time big sister's Sacred Soul Crystal… shone with such a light in over tens of thousands of years…" the woman mumbled softly. Her voice was incredibly cold.

"The light is pointing towards Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos, and the only thing that could make big sister's soul crystal have this sort of reaction in Arid Triad is the child she gave birth to. She could not forget it till she passed away."

The woman fell silent then. After a long while, a contemplative expression appeared on her aloof face. She swung her left arm at the layer of ice in front of her, and cracking sounds instantly echoed in the air. In just the span of a few breaths, the ice shattered and fell around her.

The next moment, ninety-eight shining planets appeared in the pitch-black galaxy. They seemed to be very far away from where the woman was, but it was precisely because they were far away that it could be seen that they formed a picture.

If there was a line connecting all the planets, they would form the image of a phoenix.

Right then, various figures walked out of thin air around the woman. There were many of them already, but more and more of them appeared, and after a moment, more than tens of thousands of them were in the area.

Their faces could not be seen clearly. It was as if they had fused with space itself, but the aura spreading out from their bodies made it feel as if they could freeze the galaxy in this Expanse Cosmos.

Once these people appeared, they bowed and worshiped the woman.

"Congratulations for your egression, Sacred Lady!"

The woman quietly stared at the tens of thousands of people around her and asked flatly, "What happened in Dark Dawn during the years I was in isolation?"

Swiftly one person stepped forward to share everything that had happened during the past years, including the gap in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos as well as the great war happening between Dark Dawn and Saint Defier over it.

After some time, the woman closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she took a step forward.

"Do not tell the outside world about my egression. Su Er, take my place and pretend that I am still in isolation. I will be going… to Arid Triad," the woman said flatly.

A woman from the crowd behind her immediately voiced her obedience. Her body gradually changed, and soon, she took the appearance of her Sacred Lady. She then went to the altar and sat down there. A layer of ice slowly appeared and sealed the place again.

In the world within the All Spirits Hall, Su Ming was bathed in golden light. His figure could not be seen clearly. In the distance, the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe had a gloomy expression on his face, and a look of pity appeared in his eyes.

At that moment, while Su Ming appeared the same, the 256 souls and 256 wills in his mind had already made it hard for him to accurately find where his first soul was.

This was what it meant to lose oneself. Even though Su Ming had not completely lost his way, if he stayed in this condition for a prolonged period of time or if any other changes occurred, he would definitely lose his origin soul.

At the instant it became difficult for Su Ming to lock down on his origin soul, his 256 souls suddenly jolted at the same time. The great power contained in the golden light filled all 256 souls, and they became much stronger than Su Ming's soul just moments ago.

At that moment, a bang rumbled loudly in his mind. The ninth split descended upon him.

256 souls shuddered and split up again to turn into 512 souls. Su Ming's mind also split up during that instant to turn into 512 parts from the previous 256.

This caused Su Ming, who already had a hard time locking down on his origin soul, to be completely unable to find his origin soul at that instant. He was lost. All of the souls he saw looked like his original soul, but all of them seemed to not be it as well.

When the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe saw this from the outside world, he let out a long sigh. He understood that Su Ming had already failed his spirit ascension. It was not that there was never anyone who had a comeback while they were lost and eventually succeeded, but most of them only had their souls split three or four times, which was why they would have hope in finding their origin souls while they were lost, but Su Ming's soul had split nine times. The level of difficulty was so high that it was practically impossible.

'His failure has nothing to do with him, but it's due to the presence of the foreign race in his soul. Oh well.'

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe shook his head with the look of pity and regret. He could already imagine how when the 512 souls became stronger due to the power contained in the golden light, they would start merging and devouring each other.

Only when a person was in control of their origin soul could they guide the fusion during that moment. When all of them become one whole entity… then a soul of an Ancestral Spirit who had fused with all the other souls would appear!

It was also during this moment that the physical body, cultivation base, and soul would go through a metamorphosis at the same time. Only with the soul of the Ancestral Spirit as the seed, the Berserker Body in Death Realm as the roots, and the cultivation base as the leaves could Su Ming truly take the step to change from a Successor Spirit to an Antecedental Spirit.

'It's a pity… but it doesn't necessarily mean that he failed either. It just means that his mind has been wiped out and replaced by another newly born mind. If that's the case, from a certain point of view, he is still himself, and there's still a possibility of me making a deal with him.'

A glint appeared in the old man's eyes before he sighed quietly. This was something no one could help Su Ming with. Even the old man could do nothing about it. He could only watch as Su Ming's face in the golden light filled with deep confusion.

Su Ming was lost. He was lost among the 512 minds and souls. He could not find his origin soul. When the 512 souls were made to gain completion due to the golden light, he could only watch in a daze… as they started devouring and fusing with each other.

A life-threatening sense of danger instantly rose in Su Ming's mind. He had a strong feeling that if he could not find his origin soul and it was devoured by the other souls, it would mean that he would die.

Perhaps the soul which would come on top in the end would also believe itself to be Su Ming, but it would just be like the independent will of the clone that practiced the Art of Swallowing Hollow Shadows Whole—that person would no longer be truly Su Ming.

The devouration and fusion of the souls had already started. The 512 souls collided against each other, and booming sounds continuously rose in Su Ming's head. As the souls devoured each other, the life-threatening sense of danger arose in all of Su Ming's souls, making it hard for him to differentiate which of them was his real one.

'What should I do?!'

Anxiety filled the minds of all 512 souls at that moment. It was as if all of them were real, but also as if all of them were fake.

When Su Ming saw that some of them had already been devoured during the fusion, he suddenly saw a hint of blue light appear in a soul that was being devoured by three souls at the same time.

The blue light was very faint, but at that moment, it was like a lighthouse in the dark in Su Ming's mind. He had no time to think. At the instant it shone, he sent his entire mind into the soul who was being devoured.

At the instant his mind fused with the soul, Su Ming's heart trembled. He had a strong feeling that this soul was his origin soul. It was his soul from before he was split into 512 parts.

He could not understand why he would have this sort of feeling. The urgency at that moment caused him to be unable to think about anything. He believed wholeheartedly that this was his original soul. Thus, he immediately started devouring and fusing with the souls around him.

Su Ming had long since become numb to the feeling of intense pain. When one of the five hundred something souls was devoured, the soul who devoured it would not be the only one who would become stronger. All the souls would become stronger.

Gradually, the number of souls in Su Ming's mind lessened. When there were only two hundred something left, each of the souls became much stronger than Su Ming's soul before he performed the spirit ascension.

As the fusion and devouration continued, there were a few times Su Ming was nearly wiped off, but since his mind was with the soul, it meant that Su Ming was fighting continuously against hundreds of Su Mings. This was an indescribable feeling, but to Su Ming, this was much more dangerous than the battle of Arts he experienced in the world outside.

Gradually, the souls became fewer: 128, 96, 64…

Su Ming did not know how much time had passed. He could not divide his attention to focus on anything else. He could only immerse himself in the devouration and fusion of his souls. When there were only ten souls remaining in his mind, including his own, Su Ming could clearly sense that his current soul had become so strong that it surpassed his previous soul by a lot. It was impossible to compare the two. They were already two completely different life forms.

Booming sounds echoed in Su Ming's mind when the remaining ten souls started a crazed devouration. There would only be one that would last till the end, and the one who was left would control the body. It would become the new Su Ming.

If the soul Su Ming chose was the one who lasted till the end and his origin soul, he would still be Su Ming, but if either of the two did not happen, his mind would be wiped out, and he would be replaced by another mind that would be born from the new soul.

As time trickled by, the number of souls in Su Ming's mind went from ten to eight, then to five. When there were only two left, one of them was Su Ming's, and he fought against the other one.

The two souls were infinitesimally close to becoming an Antecedental Spirit. Their presence and the ripples of power were enough to shake the hearts of all outsiders, but they still had to fuse into one. Only then could they truly transform from a Successor Spirit to an Antecedental Spirit!

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Chapter 1197: Antecedental Spirit and Arid Beasts

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The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe had no idea how much time had passed, but his pupils suddenly shrank, and a grave expression appeared on his face. This was because he saw the golden light around Su Ming grow dimmer. In the span of a few breaths, it disappeared completely.

Su Ming's eyes opened!

At the instant Su Ming he did so, the sky roared, and the ground trembled. A ripple filled with a powerful presence spread out from his body uncontrollably. Wherever it went, the sky would distort.

The fog in the area around him fell back at once, and a feeling of emptiness spread out from Su Ming's body.

At the same time, his eyes became incredibly bright as if stars were contained in them. He seemed different from before, and there was a spiritual air about him. When he stood there, it looked like the sky had to lower itself a little and the ground had to sink a little before him. His existence seemed to be able to make the world tremble.

Su Ming swept his gaze across the ground. When he met the gaze of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe, a brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes. The light in the old man's eyes also reached a piercing degree. Once the two of them exchanged a glance, they sensed that their presences were astonishingly similar.

They did not belong to cultivators, but Antecedental Spirits!

Both of them were nearly the same as the Predecessor of Dao Ocean and the Spirit of the Sand Earthlings. Su Ming felt like he had ascended to a higher plane of existence that was above all lives. It was as if he had taken a huge step forward from being a human to becoming an Antecedental Spirit!

He could change the laws in the world as he pleased. He could see the rules in the universe when he closed his eyes. In fact, Su Ming could even vaguely sense the will of Arid Triad existing in space. That feeling of having ascended to a higher plane of existence was indescribable. It was as if… he had escaped some shackles and become a life form that what he could previously only imagine.

If anyone compared Arid Triad's will to a giant fireball akin to a sun and each person to a glowing spot, then if the flames of Su Ming's life burned, he could destroy all lives. The flames of his life might not be able to compare to Arid Triad's will, but they were much stronger than of all lives.

It was especially so for his soul. Once he devoured all the souls split up from him, he had become so strong that if he sent his soul outwards, he could wipe out a person from existence with just one thought.

He could kill a cultivator with just his mind. Even if that cultivator was an Almighty, it would still be difficult for them to fight against Su Ming's will sweeping past them. There might be some Almighties who could fight against it, but it would intimidate them greatly.

It was as if he was a galaxy in this universe. He could even described as the will of heaven for a certain area. If he wanted a person dead, then they would die, because Su Ming's will could change laws, disturb rules, and crush space.

This was the power of Antecedental Spirits. It was a state of life Successor Spirits could never reach, no matter how hard they practiced cultivation.

This was a strength Su Ming had never possessed before. The feeling as if he had control over other people's lives and deaths made Su Ming sense the madness of existence when he opened his eyes. He sucked in a deep breath and slowly took a step forward.

With that one step, the world distorted. Booming sounds surged into the sky, and a huge vortex appeared. It spun with loud bangs. It seemed like there was an indistinct face in it, but if anyone looked closer, they would find it was just a vortex. Everything seemed to be just an illusion.

"You are…" A barely noticeable glint shone in the eyes of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe.

"Our deal is still ongoing," Su Ming said calmly.

He did not tell the old man directly whether he was still himself, but he knew that he was still himself. The soul with the blue light spreading out from it was indeed his origin soul. The blue light had guided Su Ming, providing him a way to find himself when he was lost.

In the beginning, Su Ming had not understand what the blue light was, but when he became an Antecedental Spirit, with his great soul and as a life form who could turn into the will of heaven, he understood that this was the power of his mother's race fusing into his soul. It was the power of the foreign race the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe had mentioned existing in him.

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe narrowed his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, a thought appeared in his mind. He raised his head to look at the vortex that had appeared in the sky. Su Ming lifted his head as well. He might be slightly slower than the old man, but he was only one breath slower.

'As expected, once he experienced nine splits and fused with all of them to become an Antecedental Spirit, he grew incredibly power. This is just his first success…'

While this thought might have entered the old man's mind, he did not have time to analyze it more. Roars came from the vortex in the sky, and right after, dozens of figures manifested from within it.

Those figures did not belong to beasts, but to humans!

They were clearly cultivators. All of them were dressed in different attire, but most of their clothes were damaged. They were cultivators with fierce and murderous looks, but on their faces was bewilderment.

Their presence was incredibly strange. There was an ancient air to them along with a powerful intent for destruction. In fact, there seemed to be a will about their bodies. It seemed to be asleep, and it was not strong. However, it somehow gave off a feeling like it could destroy the entire universe.

At the instant Su Ming saw the cultivators, his heart trembled. He recognized one of them as Zhan Bai's Master, the one he had seen in the picture from the inheritance of the Ancestral Spirit!

The sage-like old man who was originally dressed in long robes and had a head full of white hair was like a wild beast at that moment. When he opened his mouth, there was even saliva dripping down. Upon coming out from the vortex, he looked swiftly towards Su Ming with fierceness in his eyes.

When he looked over, Su Ming sensed his presence of an Antecedental Spirit became chaotic, as if the dozens of figures had an inborn ability to form some kind of restriction on his status as an Antecedental Spirit. Su Ming even had a feeling that his presence was some sort of supplement for them. They would close in on him to devour him without a care for the cost.

"Thirty-six Arid Beasts. Su Ming, I will help you hold them back. You've just become an Antecedental Spirit right now, so you need to stabilize your body, cultivation base, and your soul. This moment is critical for you, but your existence is the best food for these Arid Beasts.

"You must try to restrain your presence. Merge your cultivation base, body, and soul into one and stabilize your status as an Antecedental Spirit. I will buy time for you, but you must hurry!"

As the voice of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe echoed in the air, he took a step forward. With a swing of his arm, a ripple spread out until it enveloped the thirty-six figures. Once the old man prevented them from moving forward, a chilling glare appeared his eyes, and he fought against the thirty-six figures with loud booming sounds in the air.

A freezing glare appeared in Su Ming's eyes. Without any hesitation, he sat down. When he closed his eyes, he had his soul spread through his body and circulated his cultivation base, quickly fusing the three into one before stabilizing them, just as the old man had told him to do. He continuously retrieved the presence that had spread out from his body, intending to completely lock it in his body.

But his presence was too strong. Even the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe had given him a few attentive glances previously, so it was completely impossible for him to restrain the presence in a short period of time.

Just like that, two hours passed.

During those them, the old man from Heavenly Spirit executed his divine abilities and activated his cultivation base to fight against the Arid Beasts. The cultivators roared like wild beasts. They had no cultivation bases nor any divine abilities. All they relied on was some sort of instinct.

But they could not be wiped out of the plane of existence. Even if the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe had monstrous power, he could only watch helplessly as they manifested again after their bodies crumbled.

After two hours passed, roars came from the vortex once more. This time, hundreds of figures appeared.

The old man's expression became darker. He knew that at that moment, what Su Ming needed the most was time, and he had to be the one to buy it for him. With a cold harrumph, the old man formed a seal with his right hand and pointed at the sky. It instantly roared, and a horsetail whisk appeared next to the old man. When he swung it, illusory shadows appeared in the sky. As rumbling sounds rang out, the fight continued.

All of Su Ming's attention was placed on restraining his presence. By then, he had already managed to keep it to a boundary of only about ten thousand feet. Slowly, it turned to one thousand feet.

When it reached five hundred feet, the vortex in the sky rumbled again. This time, thousands of Arid Beasts appeared.

When they saw that Su Ming's presence was becoming lower due to him restraining it to the point that the five hundred feet had been reduced to one hundred feet, the thousands of Arid Beasts in the sky roared together before suddenly crumbling and turning into countless glowing spots. The old man's expression changed, and the glowing spots swiftly gathered together.

Then, like a long river, they shot through the old man's body and rushed towards Su Ming. When it closed in on him, it turned into a huge, ferocious face that opened its mouth to devour him.

The face was several hundreds of thousands of feet in height, making it look like the sky was sinking. It was also fast enough to instantly reach Su Ming's head. At the instant it opened its mouth wide and was about to devour him, Su Ming opened his eyes. All his presence had been completely restrained in his body.

He lifted his head and with an aloof gaze looked up at the face above him, which was as big as the sky itself. The face came to an abrupt halt at that instant. While being less than one hundred feet away from Su Ming, it stared at him, and Su Ming, too, stared at it.

This lasted for only a few breaths before the ferocious face suddenly smiled. It made the face appear even more ferocious, but the next second it disappeared. At the instant it vanished, a crimson bolt of lightning shot out from the center of its brows and shot up towards the vortex in the sky. Soon after, the vortex faded away among loud booms, and the sky gradually calmed down.

When the old man saw this scene, his expression instantly changed.

"Arid Disaster…"

"What is an Arid Disaster?"

None of Su Ming's emotions could be seen on his face. He slowly stood up and stared at the sky as it returned to normal while he asked this question calmly.

The old man was silent for a moment. A hint of pain appeared on his face when he began to speak slowly.

"Once you succeed in spirit ascension, most of the time, the things that appear are Arid Beasts. If you have help or if you can deal with them on your own, there will be no problems for you in the future, but sometimes, it is the Arid Disaster that appears, though it is very rare…

"The power of the Arid Disaster is strong enough to destroy all wills. I went through it once, and it is the reason why all my people died. Even I don't know how I lived through it, since halfway through it, I lost consciousness.

"When I woke up, the Arid Disaster was gone, but all my people were dead. I also found my hand buried in my grandson's chest…

"The Arid Disaster will not come immediately, but will descend on you within a year…"

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Chapter 1198: Created in Antiquity

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The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, he looked towards Su Ming, and a complicated expression appeared on his face, because he saw that there was the mark of a lightning bolt at the center of Su Ming's brows at that moment. Clearly, it had appeared without Su Ming's knowledge at some point of time.

"The mark of the lightning formed at the center of the Arid Beasts' brows symbolizes the Arid Disaster. It is the same mark you have at the center of your brows right now. This means that you are the next person who will go through the Arid Disaster."

Su Ming remained as calm as ever. He lifted his right hand and touched the center of his brows gently. The skin at that spot seemed to have been burned by some strange power, causing the mark of a lightning bolt to appear without him realizing that anything was off.

"It will descend at some point within a year, hmm?" Su Ming asked faintly after being silent for a moment.

If anyone looked at him then, they would only see that he seemed to have a spiritual air. They would not be able to tell that he had already escaped being a Successor Spirit and become one of the few remaining Antecedental Spirits in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos.

But once Su Ming released his presence, it would be strong enough to destroy the world. He had become powerful enough to turn into a galaxy's will of heaven.

"It will descend within a year. The Arid Disaster descended on the seventh day of the tenth month after the sign had appeared," the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe said in a low voice.

Su Ming smiled in a relaxed manner. His life was filled with hardships, and the dangers he ran into were countless. The Arid Disaster might be mysterious, but since it was bound to come, being alarmed would be of no help. Facing it with calm composure and wisdom was Su Ming's choice.

"Thank you for protecting me just now, senior. I will not forget the deal we made. But for now, I'm afraid you will need to wait a little longer. When I became an Antecedental Spirit, I suddenly understood plenty of things I had never puzzled out completely. I will need to use this power to refine some of my divine abilities," Su Ming said while staring at the old man.

"That is what you should be doing. Once you become an Antecedental Spirit, the world will fuse with you. It is the moment when you are the closest to Arid Triad's will. Get a good sense of this feeling. During my time, there were quite a few shocking divine abilities and ultimate techniques that were created while we were in that condition." The old man nodded.

Su Ming sat down and closed his eyes. At that moment after the Arid Beasts left and the vortex disappeared, the two thousand something golden figures and the All Spirits Hall above Su Ming slowly turned into illusions as well. After a moment, the Spirit Descension Hall, too, disappeared from the sky to wait for the next time someone summoned it.

Su Ming slowed down his thoughts and recalled the sensation he had when he became an Antecedental Spirit. Gradually, he made this feeling fill his heart. In about an hour, he immersed himself in it while also remaining alert of his surroundings.

Several hours later, when Su Ming's mind had been immersed in the feeling of him becoming an Antecedental Spirit, his mind became clear.

It was a relative state of relaxation where his consciousness left his body to drift around him so that he could gain an understanding of the universe. In this state, two images appeared in Su Ming's mind without his realization. One was Dark Mountain, and the other was him while in the land of Berserkers. In that image, he threw his head back and roarer as countless Berserkers beneath him worshiped him while crying out to him as their God.

This image remained in Su Ming's mind for a long time before it gradually faded away. When his line of vision became clear again, Su Ming felt as if he had returned to the ninth summit. He sat outside his cave with a drawing board before him. He had his right hand lifted and was drawing something. Su Ming knew that this was his first style from the God of Berserkers Transformation—Berserker Obliteration.

"The direction of my epiphany… is the God of Berserkers Transformation," Su Ming mumbled. At the instant his words echoed in his heart, the image in his mind disappeared. When his mind became empty again, Su Ming opened his eyes.

He was still sitting in the world connecting the Sun Sinking Talisman to the All Spirits Hall. He was still sitting on the towering Spirit Ascension Platform in Great Berserker Tribe, but all around him were distortions in the originally ruined Great Berserker Tribe. They made it seem as if the sky and the earth were in disorder, and also as if time was changing.

At that moment, brilliant light shone in the eyes of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe. He moved back slightly and stared at the entire ruin of Great Berserker Tribe. It was filled with distortions as if a world from another period of time was overlapping somehow with the place at that moment.

It was similar to what he had felt previously. The time of the past… had come over because of Su Ming's appearance and because he had become an Antecedental Spirit.

As the two times overlapped with each other, figures gradually appeared in the distortions, and they all belonged to members of Great Berserker Tribe. Some of them charged through the sky, and some of them were meditating in the area. There were also quite a few children playing in the tribe.

The place seemed to have returned to the past through the distortions, allowing Su Ming to see the people of Great Berserker Tribe who had lived there in ancient past and observe their lives.

Smoke curled in the air, and there were hunting teams going out in groups. Buildings made of stone that had various heights were located all over the tribe. Spirit Ascension Platforms could be found standing tall all around.

There were countless floating stones in the sky. Huge birds Su Ming had never seen before circled above him, occasionally letting out loud and clear screeches. They fed swiftly on the pieces of flesh the Berserkers threw on the ground for them.

The sound of bustling people, laughter born from playing, and the breathing of Berserkers exercising their breathing not too far away filled Su Ming's mind at that instant. He stared at the area and saw that most of the Spirit Ascension Platforms in Great Berserker Tribe were occupied by people meditating on them.

"The creation of Great Berserker Tribe lies within your will!"

When an ancient voice rang from behind Su Ming, the Berserkers meditating on the Spirit Ascension Platforms around the area immediately opened their eyes. They looked at Su Ming, and their eyes filled with reverence and zealousness.

Su Ming turned his head around and saw a person sitting behind him. It was an ancient-looking old man with graying hair.

He was dressed in white robes and looked forward as if his gaze could see right through Su Ming.

Su Ming quietly took a few steps back and sat down beside the old man. He had already come to understand that he was watching a scene which had happened an unknown number of years ago.

He stared at the area and at the old man, then began listening in silence.

"Your will is the thoughts of your mind. Creation is the beginning of bringing something into existence. Turn your thoughts into your will, and turn your will into your creations. Then turn your creations into nothingness. This… is the strongest Art of Great Berserker Tribe. You have the will of Eternal Creation, and hence you have the right to practice cultivation on the Spirit Creation Platform, and you also have the right to understand Great Berserker Tribe's Eternal Creation Art.

"This Art is divided into five states. Ten Creations, Hundred Creations, Endless Creations, Eternal Creations, and Created in Antiquity. Over the years we have passed this legacy in Great Berserker Tribe, no one could execute Created in Antiquity. Our limit is Eternal Creations.

"You must understand that the strength of this Art… is as brilliant as the sun. It is one of the reasons why the other races fear us," the old Berserker said languidly. When his voice echoed in the air, the Berserkers on the Spirit Ascension Platforms immediately became spirited, and longing appeared on their faces.

Only had a glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes, however. He had caught a phrase from the old man's words that was unusual.

'Spirit Offering Platforms? Are those Spirit Ascension Platforms?' Su Ming's eyes sparkled, but the old man's subsequent words cleared his confusion.

"This Art is passed down through our legacy. One part of it is contained in our blood, and the other is personally given to us as an inheritance by Great Berserker Tribe's Ancestral Spirits when we worship the heavens!"

When the old man's words echoed in all directions, a thought appeared in Su Ming's heart.

'The world I'm seeing now is a world before the disaster descended. It's the era before the Ancestral Spirits died!' Su Ming immediately lifted his head and looked at the sky.

Its blue shade was as clear as water. White clouds drifted around, causing all those who saw it to feel calm. This sort of sky was one Su Ming could rarely find in the outside world.

"Now, worship the sky and summon the Ancestral Spirits to descend among us!" The old man stood up and swung his arm. Then, he wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed to the sky.

All the people on the platforms in the area stood up and worshiped the sky. A thought appeared in Su Ming's mind, and he stood up as well to bow to the sky. There was a brilliant light in his eyes as he stared above.

Layers of ripples suddenly appeared in the blue sky. Immediately after, as they spread out, they formed a huge face. It sank from the sky, and when it descended, Great Berserker Tribe instantly fell into silence. All the people stared at the sky. Besides respect, there was also sincerity and gratitude on their faces. Not a hint of fear could be found anywhere.

When most of the face had descended, its eyes sparkled, and two pillars of light shot out from them. When they landed on the ground, they became piercingly bright. The bodies of two people slowly manifested from the pillars of light.

They were dressed in long robes, and judging by their looks, they appeared to be in their middle ages. There were no awe-inspiring expressions on their faces, but smiles like the gentle breeze of spring while they stared at the members of Great Berserker Tribe on the ground.

The two people were a man and a woman, and the man asked softly, "My fellow tribesmen, what is your request?"

There was no air of supremacy or arrogance in his words, but genuine emotion. He did not treat the people in Great Berserker Tribe as ants, but as his tribesmen, just as he said.

The woman by his side reacted in the same way. With a glow akin to motherly love in her eyes, she looked at all the people in Great Berserker Tribe. When she looked at the children, her expression brightened with deepest love.

"Ancestral Spirits who protect Great Berserker Tribe, please allow us to inherit the Created in Antiquity Art so that these people can obtain the epiphany and fight for the tribe!" The old man in white robes bowed deeply.

"Created in Antiquity is the strongest divine ability of our race. You have the blood of our race in your bodies, and you were created by us so that our race would grow through the generations. Because of it… this Art will never come to an end. Created in Antiquity…"

The male Ancestral Spirit spoke softly, then raised his right hand to swing it at the ground. Immediately, some glittering sparks spilled out. Each one was a runic symbol, and they landed at the center of the brows of each of the Berserkers on the platforms.

One of them drifted towards Su Ming as well.

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Chapter 1199: My Creation

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Su Ming's eyes sparkled. He allowed the runic symbol to approach him and fuse into the center of his brows. At the instant it disappeared into his forehead, Su Ming's mind and soul jolted. His cultivation base instantly started circulating based on a particular trajectory, and only calmed down after a long while. When it did, he saw that the man and the woman in the sky had returned to the huge face and vanished into the air.

"Gain an epiphany from the runic symbol's power, understand your thoughts, and turn them into your will, then with your will, produce your own creations!" The old man in white swept his gaze across the area. Once he spoke in a flat tone, he sat down and remained still.

The people meditating on the platforms in the area immersed themselves in a state of enlightenment.

Su Ming sat in the area as well and closed his eyes to understand what the old man had said so that he could learn Great Berserker Tribe's strongest Art—Created in Antiquity.

"My thoughts are the God of Berserkers' beliefs…" Su Ming murmured. This was when his very first belief appeared. At the moment he became the God of Berserkers, he had already determined his beliefs towards the Berserkers.

At the instant Su Ming affirmed the belief in his heart, he saw time begin to flow. The sun, moon, and stars moved, and some of the people on the platforms left and were replaced by new ones.

He also saw that someone seemed to have mastered the power of Created in Antiquity. A piercing light blasted out from them, but the time kept on passing. The elderly in the tribe died, those in their middle-ages became old, and children grew into young adults. An unknown number of years passed like that. Generations of Berserkers lived and had their offspring. The people on the platforms, too, changed, batch by batch.

As for the old man in white, he reached the end of his life and passed away. Others took his place one after another… and the Ancestral Spirits in the sky appeared time and again to pass down the Created in Antiquity Art.

As this continued, Su Ming noticed that the smiles on the faces of the Ancestral Spirits when they descended slowly disappeared, replaced by sullen looks and panic in their hearts. Their descent was no longer as frequent as in the past as well.

Even so, Su Ming could not count how many times he had inherited the Created in Antiquity Art. Then, one day, he saw the Ancestral Spirits in the sky vanish. He then saw that the growth of Great Berserker Tribe was no longer as swift as before. One day, the sky rumbled, and in the mid of all that ruckus, the sky collapsed…

While it was being torn apart, many Ancestral Spirits watched the ground, Great Berserker Tribe, the other tribes, and all the other races they had created. Su Ming, too, watched them.

Their expressions were gloomy. With a reluctance to leave, they created a huge hall to pass down their legacy in their place. Then, their bodies slowly vanished. Their presence… gradually turned into nothingness, and a red bolt of lightning descended. With just one glance, Su Ming could tell that it was nearly the exact same as the lightning bolt at the center of the brows of the face formed by the Arid Beasts.

The lightning bolt charged towards the hall created by the Ancestral Spirits, and booming sounds surged into the sky. The hall might not have collapsed, but it suffered a heavy blow from which it could not recover…

Su Ming bore witness to all of it.

He saw the races waging war against each other during the era after the death of the Ancestral Spirits. During the war, Su Ming saw the people from Great Berserker Tribe die one after another. He saw them turn the old Spirit Offering Platform to the Spirit Ascension Platform so they could perform the spirit ascension. He watched the Berserkers attempting to search for the order in the All Spirits Hall and witnessed far too many deaths.

He saw the children in the tribe forget how to play and smile in that happy and innocent manner of the past. He also watched the people in the tribe gradually dwindle in number…

"My will is the will to make the Berserkers rise to power."

When he saw all of that, Su Ming mumbled to himself on the Spirit Ascension Platform. The words he spoke were his will. It had always existed within him, but at that moment, it became an incredibly firm resolve.

Su Ming closed his eyes. When he opened them again, quite a lot of time seemed to have passed again. Great Berserker Tribe looked like it was about to turn into an empty wasteland, but a person had come to sit on his platform at some unknown point in time.

It was an old man dressed in long robes. Before him was the spine of a ferocious beast. He stared at the sky with an unfocused gaze. In his right hand he held a stone piece, and he was scraping it against the spine. Cracking sounds came from it.

The sound echoed in the air, causing all those who heard it to feel sharp stabs of pain in their hearts, but at that moment, Su Ming only felt his heart tremble violently. He stared at the old man, and his vision became slightly blurry. The old man was blind. His appearance was the exact same as that of the blind xun maker Su Ming had seen in the land of Berserkers, but when he stared at him again, he looked exactly as his elder!

This scene caused Su Ming to remember… the Berserker's Realm Mountain about which the elder had talked to him.

Su Ming sensed a powerful ripple from the old man. It signified his level of cultivation, and it was strong enough to even make Su Ming apprehensive.

His pupils contracted. It was not because of the connection this old man had with his elder or the blind old man in the land of Berserkers, but because he could sense the presence of an Antecedental Spirit on him.

Su Ming saw a broken smile appear on the old man's face. When he lifted his left hand, he patted the Spirit Ascension Platform, and it immediately trembled. The entire ground also trembled. At the instant the sky trembled as well, the entire world changed.

The bright sky turned into dusk, and snow fell from the sky. The entire ground became unfamiliar. Even the Spirit Ascension Platform turned into towering altars. Under them were hundreds of thousands of Berserkers dressed in black robes. All of them were kneeling quietly.

Su Ming could even see a huge palace in the distance…

At the instant he noticed it, his body shuddered slightly. He was familiar with all of this. It was… the Great Yu Palace he had seen when he was in the land of Berserkers!!

"Kala, kala…"

The sound echoed in the area. It drifted in the snow and wind, lingering for a long time and refusing to leave. Yet the blizzard grew stronger. Snow was swept up by the wind, and it surrounded the area.

"Is there still hope? Is there?" an ancient voice asked indignantly in the blizzard. There was a hint of grief in it along with a cry filled with the reluctance to admit defeat. That voice had tumbled out of the mouth of the old man next to Su Ming.

The blizzard wailed as if in answer to the old man's question. At the same time, it caused his voice to be fragmented before it was drowned out by the snow.

"If there's still hope then where is it? If there is no hope then why do you let me see it?!" The old man looked as if he had sunken into a state of madness, and he sounded hysterical. As his roars echoed in all nine heavens, Su Ming stared in a daze and did not say a single word.

The snow began to fall harder.

"If you've let me seen it then there must be hope, but where is it?!"

"Today is the day the Emperor returns, the day the gates to the Three Lands open, the day the blizzard arrives, and the day all was created. I will predict the Berserker Day once again!"

When the old man lifted his left hand and formed a seal, Su Ming saw the blizzard instantly gather before him and turn into a dragon that roared at the heavens before it charged at the sky.

But the moment the dragon of snow and wind rushed above, it seemed to crash into an invisible barrier. It was as if a will had descended on it, and the dragon collapsed.

The old man threw his head back and roared. He bit down on the tip of his tongue and coughed up a mouthful of blood. At the same time, the hundreds of thousands of Berserkers under the altar bit the tips of their tongues while kneeling so that their blood would charge to the sky together with the old man's blood.

Once it fused with the crumbling blizzard dragon, it turned into a blood dragon that looked like it was drenched in blood. It bore the weight of the roars and thoughts of the hundreds of thousands of Berserkers and rushed at the sky again.

Booming sounds reverberated through the air. The blood dragon broke the invisible barrier and went even higher, but at that moment, its body suddenly froze…

At that moment, it looked like it saw the universe beyond the barrier and a picture contained within that place.

There was only one object in that picture… It was a butterfly, a butterfly flying beyond the universe…

Boom!

The blood dragon's body collapsed while it cried out shrilly. It fell apart as blood-red snow that fell down from the sky. During that instant, however, the dragon let out a sound completely different from its roars!

"Death…"

When the voice echoed in the air, Su Ming's heart trembled. Blood trickled down corner of the old man's lips, and he mumbled that one word.

"Death…"

He placed the stone piece he held in his right hand on the thirteenth vertebrae of the beast's spine and left it there.

"You cannot see the world that I see… You… cannot see… Hope…" the old man mumbled in anguish. With the stone piece in his right hand, he started scraping against the beast bone, making cracking sounds once more.

There was a desolate air about him. It fused with his voice, and a grief-filled loneliness as well as a bleak air surrounded him.

"Hope… is not here, but in the future…" the old man murmured.

Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the world had already changed. An unknown number of years had passed since what he had seen last.

The world roared at that moment, and fog filled the entire area. Forlorn cries made by people before they died filled the area. Su Ming stared at the land being reduced to a wasteland under a disaster. Gradually, when the area returned to dead silence, Su Ming stood up quietly. He looked around and found himself before countless souls.

They seemed to have been staring at him quietly since the time Su Ming chose to gain his epiphany, since the ancient world appeared before his eyes, and even since he had begun performing his spirit ascension. They seemed to have been there from the very start, but only at that moment had Su Ming seen them.

The souls were countless. Their numbers went past a hundred million, and they were all people from Great Berserker Tribe. The might have died, but they appeared because of Su Ming, existing only due to him. They witnessed him gaining his epiphany and watched as he became an Antecedental Spirit…

Su Ming stared at them quietly. After a long while, he murmured to them in a slightly hoarse voice.

"My creation will be to rebuild Great Berserker Tribe so that all of your souls will find rest! This is my creation, the creation of the God of Berserkers!"

When he finished speaking, all the souls in the area bowed to him.

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Chapter 1200: Su Ming's Intelligence

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At the instant these souls bowed to him, Su Ming lifted his right hand and stared at it. After a period of silence, he slowly drew a line in front of himself.

He drew it slowly. and it looked like ordinary trail. The spot where he started was the Dark Mountain located in the land of Berserkers from his memories; the path in the middle went through the hardships he experienced throughout his life; and the end held the old man on the altar who had appeared in his mind when he muttered those words.

That path was Su Ming's whole life. It could also be said that it was the life of the current era's God of Berserkers.

"With the God of Berserkers' thoughts, I will turn it into the will to make the Berserkers rise to power, and I will create a new version of Berserkers. This… will be my very own Created in Antiquity!"

At the instant Su Ming spoke after he finished drawing, the hundred million souls in the area shuddered. When all of them lifted their heads, they turned into a gust of cold wind that howled as it charged towards Su Ming from all directions. The souls fused into the path Su Ming had drawn in front of himself so that the illusory path would become real.

It turned into a seemingly simple line, but contained within it were more than a hundred million souls which belonged to people from Great Berserker Tribe. It also contained the years that slipped by Great Berserker Tribe which acted as the intersection point between the ancient past and the present.

"This will be the first style of my God of Berserkers Transformation that will reach perfection. My Berserker Obliteration might not have reached the level of Created in Antiquity, but it can reach the majesty of Eternal Creation," Su Ming mumbled.

He swiftly brought his right hand down, and the world immediately roared. The sky distorted. At the instant an incredibly terrifying presence appeared, Su Ming clenched his right hand into a fist and gathered all of the power in it.

He could sense that once he executed the perfected first style of his God of Berserkers Transformation at full strength, he could change the universe in which he stood into an ancient era. The power of Eternal Creation would gather together the souls of more than one hundred million Berserkers from Great Berserker Tribe, and they would attack together to bring forth the greatest divine ability of Great Berserker Tribe.

'Turning the universe into that belonging to Great Berserker Tribe… Time will overlap to turn the present into ancient times. One hundred million souls will then gather on him. Eternal Creation…'

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe in the distance witnessed the entire process. He might not have been able to see the world Su Ming saw, but after his spirit had ascended eight times, he could guess what was going on based on just a few clues.

At that moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and a grave look appeared in his eyes when he looked at Su Ming.

Eternal Creation was a divine ability which made the old man slightly apprehensive. Even though it could not be of a threat to him, if Su Ming could have his spirit successfully ascend two or three times in the future, its strength would allow the youth to stand proudly at the top of the universe.

'If he can have his spirit ascend five times and obtain that greatest serendipity of the fifth ascension, there is a high possibility that he will become the strongest person in the current era, as long as the others are not Ancestral Spirits!' The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe cast Su Ming a deep glance.

Su Ming lowered his head to stare at his right hand. In silence, he slowly unfurled his hand, and a fierce glare appeared in his eyes.

'The name of the second style of my God of Berserkers Transformation was given by my second senior brother. It was known as Phantom Flash. It was an Art I often cast to travel at extreme speeds, but as my power increased, the speed provided by the second style gradually lost its usefulness…

'Right now, with the perfection of my first style, the second style will also reach completion.'

Su Ming formed a seal with his right hand and pointed at the air. A strange thing happened then. Countless afterimages appeared behind his palm, and they did not disappear. All of them remained as if Su Ming had multiple right hands.

'The figures moving back from the ancient past to the current world will no longer be limited to shifts, and neither will they be limited by the changes in dimensions. Instead, they will be able to move through time. Due to their indistinct figures, their bizarreness, and the difficulty of restricting them with Runes and seals… is why they will be known as Phantom Flash!'

Su Ming took a step forward, and in an instant, his body disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already hundreds of feet away. This action seemed quite normal, like something a slightly more powerful cultivator would be able to do with a shift, but Su Ming had not shifted, and neither had he used an extreme speed to move.

Instead, during that instant, he had used his power of an Antecedental Spirit. With his will as his driving force and the epiphany of turning the universe into the Great Berserkers, he moved as if he was moving through time. This was time moving. It was a divine ability of a higher level compared to a normal shift or warp.

The trajectory of a normal warp or shift could be detected, but Su Ming's Phantom Flash lived up to its name. It could come and go without a trace.

With Phantom Flash, Su Ming could leave as he pleased even if he ran into people who were stronger than him.

"With this Art, I can be faster than others when it comes to casting divine abilities," Su Ming whispered softly to himself, then slowly closed his eyes.

He had just perfected the first two styles, but there was no way he would stop. He wanted to create the third style for the God of Berserkers Transformation, an even stronger divine ability.

"The name for the third style… will be the God of Berserkers Transformation!"

At those words, Su Ming's eyes flew open. When he raised his right hand, a hint of dark light appeared clearly in his eyes.

A large number of souls immediately appeared around his right hand. Fifteen million of them surrounded his right hand, and each of them were Progenitors from Great Berserker Tribe. As they screamed soundlessly, they instantly seeped into Su Ming's right hand due to his will of a God of Berserkers.

Intense pain that made him feel as if he was being torn apart shot through his body, and his right hand swelled up. The feeling of great power then surged into his mind.

Su Ming lifted his left hand, and another fifteen million Berserker souls appeared. They fused into his arm, and in great pain, Su Ming jumped into the air. When he was airborne, he threw his head back and roared. Thirty million Berserker souls then appeared around his feet. Each of them had sincerity, zealousness, respect, and hope in their hearts as they seeped into Su Ming's feet.

Then, the air around him distorted. As he became indistinct, forty million souls manifested to charge at Su Ming's body. They fused into him, and the instant his body bore the weight of more than one hundred million souls, it transformed with a loud bang that surged into the heavens.

Su Ming's body became more than hundreds of feet tall, and it looked like a hill standing in the sky. It was filled with an indescribably terrifying power and the presence of an Antecedental Spirit. Once it fused with his Berserker Body, it caused the world to tremble and the weather to change, and Su Ming let out another roar at the sky.

That roar seemed to replace the rules in the universe and seemed to have turned into the will of heaven. Su Ming's power swiftly increased exponentially once he cast the God of Berserkers Transformation. His level of cultivation surpassed Death Realm and reached a state far above even if he had yet to reach Avanicaya Realm.

Yet he could not use God of Berserkers Transformation for long. Su Ming was a little fuzzy about the details, so he lowered his head and cast a glance at the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe in the distance.

The old man saw the current Su Ming as well, and his eyes sparkled. When he met Su Ming's gaze, he saw the fighting spirit in Su Ming's eyes. A faint smile appeared on his lips, and he nodded. He lifted his right foot and took a step into the air. The world immediately roared. Su Ming swiftly moved and executed Phantom Flash while under the effect of the God of Berserkers Transformation.

Once Phantom Flash was activated, he appeared out of nowhere in front of the old man without a single sound and without any ripples stirring up due to his movements, in a manner similar to shifting but was at the same time not. He lifted his fist and punched forward.

The old man's gaze focused. He straightened his right hand, formed a seal, and pointed at Su Ming's fist. A loud boom tore through the air, and a huge crack in the air ripped the space between the two men. The old man froze for a moment, but he did not retreat. A joyful look appeared on his face.

"As expected of the Great Berserkers of Wei, whose physical bodies can fight against Shu's Gods!"

Su Ming took six consecutive steps back before he lifted his head. When he rushed forward again, he was so quick that he instantly reached the old man with Phantom Flash.

The two people fought in the sky. When about seven breaths passed, the loudest rumble yet rang out.

Su Ming was forced back. He then lifted his right hand and swiftly drew a line at the old man. With it, the sky distorted to turn into the sky of the ancient past. The ground shattered to turn into the land that belonged to the Berserkers. Countless Berserker souls left Su Ming's body to fuse into the line, and it turned into… Eternal Creation.

The old man's eyes immediately shrank, and his heart trembled. At that moment, he actually sensed danger from Su Ming's Eternal Creation Art while the youth was under the effects of the God of Berserkers Transformation.

That feeling of danger might have been just a tiny spark, but he was a person who had succeeded eight times in spirit ascension, so he was similar to a peerless warrior in Avacaniya Realm. He might not have used his full strength against Su Ming just then, but if he could sense a hint of danger, it was enough to tell him just how powerful Su Ming had become.

He saw the slash created by Su Ming's Eternal Creation charging at him. Not only did it contain more than one hundred million Berserker souls, it also pulled the world to him, as if the slash had turned into a black hole that could devour everything.

It was especially dangerous because it contained Su Ming's will. It was the will of an Antecedental Spirit with a power equivalent to the will of heaven. When it descended, it instantly charged towards the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe.

A glint appeared in the old man's eyes. But just when he was about to take action, his expression suddenly changed. He had seen Eternal Creation Art being executed before and faced more powerful versions of it, but Su Ming's version was slightly strange. It gave the old man a feeling that the world in which he stood had turned into a still picture and that the incoming slash was a line drawn on that picture. It was also one that could completely destroy the whole picture.

When he saw that Su Ming's Berserker Obliteration was about to land, the old man closed his eyes before opening them the next instant. When he did so, both his eyes had three pupils in them.

He lifted his right hand and pointed casually before himself, sending a force to crash against Su Ming's Berserker Obliteration. Booming sounds surged into the sky, and dust filled the area. The old man stood in his place without moving as he stared at Su Ming who was walking out languidly from the fog and who had returned to normal from his God of Berserkers Transformation.

When Su Ming walked out of the fog, he looked at the old man and spoke flatly with a calm expression on his face. "As I thought, you have indeed provided me with extra care when those Arid Beasts appeared, senior. That is why the Arid Beasts turned into the Arid Disaster in the end."

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Chapter 1201: The Ancient Heavenly Spirit Tribe

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"With your power, you might not have even brought five-tenths of your true strength, even now. With that great power, while you might not have been able to completely kill those Arid Beasts due to their strangeness, but with a flick of your finger, you could have easily made them dissipate for a while," Su Ming said languidly after walking out. His expression was calm. Not a hint of anger could be seen in it.

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe cast Su Ming a glance, then the extra pupils in his eyes disappeared. He returned to normal and smiled slightly.

"The people of Great Abyss Tribe are skilled in scheming. This is something about them that is different from Great Berserker Tribe's straightforward and bold attitude. With the fact that I didn't attack at full force as a clue, you guessed that I intentionally led the Arid Disaster to you. This temperament of yours fits with those from Great Abyss Tribe."

The old man's words were calm and unhurried. It was as if he was completely unbothered by Su Ming's words.

"Since you like guessing, then why don't we play another game? If you're certain that I intentionally made you receive the Arid Disaster, then tell me, what benefit does it bring me?" The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe spoke languidly and looked at Su Ming with the ghost of a smile.

"Do treat it as me just being crude and rash. It doesn't matter whether it does or does not bring you benefits. The matter is already done. There is no meaning to it. I still have to thank you for helping me just now," Su Ming said faintly. His gaze landed on the old man, and he wrapped his fist in his palm to thank him.

"I can now go and fulfill my end of the deal with you."

Su Ming did attempt a second ascension. He might know the order of the six spirit ascensions, but his body had already reached its limit. If he tried another spirit ascension, only his soul would increase in power, and it would become very difficult for him to improve in all other aspects.

He needed some time to stabilize his first spirit ascension. Only then could he continue. Besides, Su Ming had another thought that had been echoing constantly in his head.

'Since I possess the presence of Great Berserker Tribe, Great Abyss Tribe, and Dark Dawn, then I wonder if I can have my spirit ascend on a Great Abyss Tribe's Spirit Ascension Platform as well. I wonder, is possible for the souls of Dark Dawn to have their spirits ascend too? This is something I'll need to think carefully about.'

Su Ming lifted his head to stare at the sky. The world was still shrouded in fog, but he had a feeling that if he wanted to leave, he just needed to take a step into the air, and he would be able to leave the world in All Spirits Hall.

This was because he was already an Antecedental Spirit. He had obtained his serendipity in All Spirits Hall, and he had become an existence which could come and go as he pleased in this place. To him, be it the red figures or the mummies with bone spears in their hands, none of them would be able to pose a threat to him.

He did not leave immediately, however, since he wanted to fulfill his end of the promise and complete the deal. As for the Arid Disaster, there was no need for him to talk any further.

It did not matter even if the old man gave him a promise, since the Arid Disaster would descend no matter what. Su Ming was also certain of his own judgment, which was why he did not bother wasting his breath and saying everything on his mind.

In this brutal world, it was crucial for a person to be wary of others. This was a truth Su Ming had learned after experiencing far too many things.

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe cast Su Ming a deep glance. He was slightly stunned by the youth's unwillingness to continue guessing. Then, he sighed in his heart.

"I do indeed want to use you, but you are Great Berserker Tribe's seed, and you have also become an Antecedental Spirit like me. You just need to know that I will not harm you.

"With my power, I can make it so that you can stay for around two days when you return to the ancient past. During them, search for the reason why I lost my consciousness when I went through the Arid Disaster and why I slaughtered my people.

"Even if you can't find it, share everything you learn truthfully and in detail when you return. And you must remember one thing, I might be exceedingly powerful, but sending you back to the ancient past isn't a small feat. You cannot get too far away from Heavenly Spirit Tribe, so you mustn't go to Great Berserker Tribe, Great Abyss Tribe, or any other tribe!

"Otherwise, I will lose a large amount of my cultivation base, and I will not be able to let you stay in the past for two days. In fact, the instant you leave for the other tribes, there is a high possibility that I will die from the inability to bear the burden of the backlash, and if I die…

"You will also be lost forever in the ancient past. Remember this well. Also, the method which you will use to return to the past will be one in which your soul will fuse into one of my people's bodies. Thus, you will exist in the ancient world!

"Do not do anything while you are there. If you do anything out of line, you will change history, and Arid Triad's will will instantly notice it. The history will return to its original path, and both of us will be wiped out. Do not tell what happened in the future to the past me either, or else the results will be like I just described.

"You need to remember that you are just a pair of eyes. All that I'm asking of you is to observe."

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe stared at Su Ming with a solemn expression. When he saw Su Ming nod, he sucked in a deep breath of air. He then sat down and lifted his right hand to strike the center of his brows. With it, eight pupils appeared in each of his eyes, making him look incredibly strange. A mighty pressure and presence that caused Su Ming's heart to tremble instantly came from the old man's body.

Soon after it spread out, it shrank, and several complicated and difficult to understand syllables tumbled out of the old man's mouth. He lifted his left hand and slashed the air in front of him. Immediately after, the air rumbled. A crack that was not too big swiftly appeared in the air. There were countless vortices within it, and when they spun around, moaning sounds could be heard.

When he stared at the crack, Su Ming felt as if he saw the sun, moon, stars, the universe, the galaxy, and the process of something beginning and coming to an end. This was due to the swift flow of time.

Just tearing apart the seemingly normal gap caused the old man's face to turn slightly pale. He swiftly lifted his head to look at Su Ming.

"Now, have your soul enter!"

A focused look appeared on Su Ming's face, and he no longer hesitated. This was his deal with the old man. Forget the moral principles, the old man's strength alone was something Su Ming could not fight against. He had to step into the gap.

However, this did not mean that Su Ming was not wary. A glint appeared in his eyes, and he decided to be resolute. He did not have his soul leave his body and enter the ancient past, as the old man had asked of him. Instead, he took a step forward and had his body move into the crack. Immediately, he was swept inside by a huge force and disappeared without a trace.

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe remained silent. He did not stop Su Ming, but instead shook his head and closed his eyes to maintain the crack while he waited for the two days to end.

When Su Ming stepped into the crack, he felt a huge force sweep up his body. The sun, moon, and stars charged about around him. The rise and fall of the universe moved about before his eyes. He saw the four Great True Worlds in the universe as time moved in reverse. They became smaller right before Su Ming's eyes until they turned into five glowing dots.

They were becoming smaller and smaller. In the end, two of the glowing spots fused together to turn into four glowing dots, and then, they turned into a brilliant, blinding light.

There were not just four of these lights. Another five appeared beside them, and a total of nine glowing spots moved in a circle in the universe. When they brightened up, Su Ming saw nine huge True Worlds.

He saw a lone ship traveling among them. It left into the distance, and as it did, the nine huge True Worlds formed by the glowing spots became smaller. When they fused together, they gathered into a ball of light.

And it wasn't alone! There were two equally huge balls of light near it.

'The four glowing spots that appeared in the beginning showed the birth of the four Great True Worlds. The fifth glowing spot appeared because one of the four of True Worlds separated from one of those spots. The connection between the Emperor of Abyss' True World and the Fifth True World could be used to explain this.

'The nine glowing spots that appeared later are the nine Great True Worlds from the previous era. That was the time of Sui Chen Zi, and the lone ship leaving into the distance… clearly belonged to the Old Man Extermination!

'In a period of time long before the nine glowing spots, they had formed one ball of light, and if my guess is correct… that ball of light… is the missing Wei!

'The other two balls of light are clearly Wu and Shu!'

As all of it dawned on Su Ming because of the old man's divine ability, he gained more epiphanies in regards to his inborn ability to reverse time that came from the Great Abyss Tribe, and he felt faint signs of a breakthrough.

Su Ming had no idea how much time had passed when he sensed a huge suction force catch him and drag him towards the ball of light formed by the nine glowing spots. When he approached it, a loud bang rang out in his mind.

With his consciousness still clear, he shut his eyes. The next moment, he smelled the fragrance of grass in the air. His ears filled with the joyful laughter of playing children along with all the sounds of a tribe in the morning.

Su Ming opened his eyes and saw a blue sky, gentle sunlight, a huge tribe, and all the people within it.

He was in the ancient past.

"Han Di, what are you doing here? Everyone's looking for you," someone said in a gentle voice behind Su Ming and patted his head.

Su Ming turned his head around and found himself looking at a young man who was staring at him with a smile.

"Let's go, you clumsy idiot." The young man pulled up Su Ming, then walked forward. "Today is a great day. Before the elder has his spirit ascend, he will speak of the will of the Arid Dao to all the people in the tribe. Don't be naughty now. You have to listen carefully," the young man said while rubbing Su Ming's head with a smile.

Su Ming stared at the young man blankly. In silence, he lowered his head to look at his own body and found a teenager's body.

He was dragged by the young man to a huge field. At the center of it was a tall platform. At that moment, there was an old man sitting on it. He had a kindly look on his face and was staring at his people in the area.

There were thousands of them. Most of them were teenagers, and all of them were staring at the old man with idolization on their faces. They were waiting for him to speak of the Arid Dao.

"Han Di's here. Where did you run off to again?"

The old man directed his gaze at the approaching duo when the young man dragged Su Ming over. When he saw Su Ming, his smile filled with even more kindness.

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Chapter 1202: The Truth

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Su Ming stared at the old man. He was familiar with him, since he was the lonely old man who had sent him to the Heavenly Spirit Tribe in this place. At that moment, the kindly look on his face was vastly different from the gloomy expression he had in Su Ming's memories.

He understood that he had come to the day before the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe went through his eighth spirit ascension. After that, all the people in Heavenly Spirit Tribe went through a disaster.

Because of it, all those who lived in the tribe would turn into wraiths. They would be killed by their own elder.

In silence, Su Ming lowered his head under the gaze and question of the old man from the ancient past, then chose a spot to sit.

The old man smiled and shook his head. He did not continue questioning Su Ming. Instead, he looked at all the children around him, and the kindly look on his face grew more pronounced. He knew that the people before him was the tribe's future.

"Arid Dao is where the will of heaven resides. It is the root of all manner of beings. For example, all of you are members of Heavenly Spirit Tribe, but in truth, you are also part of Arid Dao.

"The will of Arid Dao is that all of us can become Arid Dao, but not all of us can become Arid Dao. This is its real intent. It is rather complicated, but you do not need to truly understand it. You just need to remember this in your heart. In the future, perhaps one of you will be able to understand just what exactly is Arid Dao," the old man said slowly. With this sort of method, he passed down the inheritance of his tribe.

Su Ming stared at the old man. He could tell with just one glance that the current old man was much weaker than his future self. But even though there was a difference between them, he was still an Antecedental Spirit, and one who had succeeded seven times in the spirit ascension. However, right then, there was joy on his face instead of the loneliness and grief hiding under that apathetic look of his future self.

Time passed, and night fell soon. The old man's lecture about Arid Dao gradually came to an end as well. During the night, torches were lit in the tribe. Under their light, the land was illuminated in such a manner that light and darkness intersected within it.

Su Ming sat in a corner of the tribe. He stared at the stars in the sky and the torches in the tribe. His expression was one of contemplation.

'The one who killed the members of the tribe is clearly the old man. He knows this. The important detail is that when he lost consciousness, he was going through the Arid Disaster…

'He wanted me to come here to tell him in detail about what I saw when I got back. He must have obtained some answers himself, but isn't too certain about them, which is why he wants me to take a look. He wants certainty.

'Just what… is the Arid Disaster? How can it make a person lose consciousness?'

Su Ming had a very thorough idea of why he had been sent over. At that moment, he stared at the starry sky and quietly waited for time to pass.

There was wind at night, causing the torches to let out sizzling sounds. During the night, no one in the tribe went to rest. When midnight drew close, all the members of the tribe went to the center of their land.

There were nearly one hundred thousand people under the huge Spirit Ascension Platform. All of them lifted their heads to stare at it in the dark and watch their elder who was about to go through his eighth spirit ascension.

Su Ming watched quietly from the crowd. He only had two days in the ancient past, and one day had already passed. He knew that the accident… would occur on the second day.

His eyes shone, but he could not see the old man on the Spirit Ascension Platform clearly. He could only see an indistinct silhouette.

Time trickled by, and gradually midnight arrived. Su Ming frowned at that moment. As an Antecedental Spirit, even when he returned to the ancient past, he could sense his own presence, but he could not sense the All Spirits Hall.

A hint of hesitation appeared in Su Ming's eyes. At that moment, a roar suddenly came from the dark Spirit Ascension Platform. Immediately after, zealousness appeared on the face of all the people in Heavenly Spirit Tribe h, and they roared together.

"Heavenly Spirit!"

"Heavenly Spirit!"

Their voices reverberated through the air, fusing together with the old man's roar on the Spirit Ascension Platform. This turned into a loud bang that shook the sky and earth. Bright light instantly appeared in the dark sky, and eight Spirit Descension Halls manifested. When they surrounded the area, the people on the ground let out even more excited cheers. The world roared, and a huge palace slowly appeared.

Su Ming was familiar with its appearance. It was the All Spirits Hall.

When he saw this, the frown between Su Ming's eyebrows slowly disappeared. He stared at the All Spirits Hall and the two thousand something golden figures which appeared one after another. The darkness in the area was chased out, giving way to the light from the All Spirits Hall.

The members of Heavenly Spirit Tribe beside Su Ming stopped cheering. They grew agitated and nervous as they stared at the old man, who stood up at that moment, on the Spirit Ascension Platform. Due to the area surrounded by the light, his face could be seen by his people beneath the platform.

There was confidence on the old man's face, like he knew the order of the eighth spirit ascension. At that moment, he turned into a long arc that charged to a position in the eighth row from the bottom.

Su Ming watched this scene with full attention. He could sense that the old man would definitely succeed in the spirit ascension. Then, the Arid Disaster would descend. The accident would occur at that time, which was why while Su Ming was paying full attention to the matter, he still instinctively cast a glance at the 781st position in the bottommost row. That was the position he had fused with earlier.

When he cast his gaze over, Su Ming's pupils suddenly shrank, and a look of confusion appeared on his face. There was a sense of unfamiliarity about the Ancestral Spirit at the 781st position in the bottommost row. It was as if… it was not the one with which Su Ming had fused.

Even if a long period of time had passed, since Su Ming had fused with an Ancestral Spirit, there would be a thread connecting them. Based on Su Ming's understanding, even time would not be able to destroy that thread between them. Yet at that moment, the Ancestral Spirit in the same position gave Su Ming an unfamiliar feeling…

The instant he noticed it was when the old man approached the Ancestral Spirit in the eighth row from the bottom. A thought instantly arose in Su Ming's head.

'Something's off!!'

His heart trembled, and the feeling that something was off became even stronger. Unless his understanding was wrong and he would be unfamiliar with the Ancestral Spirit with which he had fused if he was in the ancient past… then there was only one answer, an answer that cast Su Ming into disbelief.

'Could it be that the All Spirits Hall that appeared here… is fake?!'

Su Ming could not believe this guess, but the old man had already went to fuse with the Ancestral Spirit in the eighth row from the bottom. During the fusion, golden light covered the area of a hundred thousand feet around him, and he let out a low shout.

All of this looked incredibly real, so Su Ming could not help but be uncertain of his own guesses and conclusions.

The cheers echoed in the air again. All the members of Heavenly Spirit Tribe erupted in joy when they saw their elder clearly succeeding.

Amid the cheers, Su Ming became even more uncertain of his own guess, but that uncertainty only lasted for three more breaths. At that moment, his pupils shrank, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

The golden light in the sky reached one hundred thousand feet, but Su Ming could see pain and shock on the old man's face. It looked like he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but was unable to do so. This scene was soon noticed by all the powerful warriors in the tribe.

At the same time, a loud bang shot up in the sky, and the eight Spirit Descension Halls shook. They turned into eight huge faces full of ferociousness that released a strange cry from their mouths. The seven huge faces made Su Ming's heart tremble since he was familiar with them. They were formed from the Arid Beasts he had seen before!

Soon after, the huge All Spirits Hall shook as well. It turned crimson red, and the entire building changed into a huge red bolt of lightning that charged at the old man with a bang.

But things did not end when the red bolt of lightning hit him. It then split into nearly one hundred thousand portions that descended on the ground. They seeped into the center of everyone's brows, causing all the people to tremble. They threw their heads back and let out a shrill roar.

Su Ming was no exception. Once the bolt of lightning seeped into him, his body shuddered. He could sense a violent energy enter him, but it did not throw his mind into disorder. Instead, he felt as if his body had been Possessed. He could no longer control it.

Soon after, Su Ming saw all the members of the tribe raise from the ground. Their eyes were bloodshot, and with madness in the, all one hundred thousand charged at the old man in the sky.

There were quite a lot of children among the figures, but at that moment, they also had ferocious expressions. With bloodshot eyes, they let out cries like those of wild beasts.

When the one hundred thousand people rushed out, a vast power that was greater than their levels of cultivation erupted from them. They were like one hundred thousand wild beasts who had lost their rationality. They instantly rushed to the old man, and judging by their looks, they wanted to devour him alive.

Countless human faces appeared on the bodies of the one hundred thousand tribe members. They had ferocious expressions and were absorbing the tribe members' flesh, blood, and soul, causing them to wither swiftly. With the blood-red light from their eyes, it looked like there was another life about to be born in their bodies.

This scene caused Su Ming's heart to tremble violently. His body was undergoing the same thing as the others, but he did not pay any attention to this. Instead, he stared at the sky.

The old man opened his eyes and stared at his people with grief on his face.

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Chapter 1203: Return to True Morning Dao World

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The old man simply allowed his tribe members to pounce on him and tear at him like wild beasts. They bit down chunks of his flesh and swallowed it, which made the presences that seemed like they were about to be born to become stronger. In fact, excitement even appeared on their faces.

Tears fell from the old man's eyes. He lowered his head and hugged his body. The child biting down on him was a young boy who had naively asked him a few questions during the day, yet now…

The old man threw his head back and let out a roar of extreme grief. His body trembled. A hint of crazed despair and indescribable hate appeared in his eyes. He lifted his right hand and struck the center of his brows swiftly. With it, his gaze immediately became unfocused. His mind scattered due to his power of an Antecedental Spirit, which meant that only instinct remained in his body.

He did this because he could not kill his people while he retained his mind.

When only instinct remained, a dazed look appeared in his eyes. He seized the boy's neck with his right hand, and with it, he turned around and charged towards the tribe members pouncing on him.

A bloody slaughter began at that moment. With the pain of having lost control of their bodies but not their minds, the members of Heavenly Spirit Tribe watched their elder destroy their souls.

As the tribe members died, as the old man's robes gradually turned crimson, as blood filled the ground, and as a thick stench of blood filled the air, the red bolt of lightning in the sky and the eight huge faces watched with aloof expressions. But the slaughter did not last for long.

Su Ming was not the last to die, but even though his body no longer breathed, his soul remained in the body. His eyes after remained open, and he could still see all that happened.

When the old man killed the last tribe member, he shuddered as if he had just woken up. While holding the corpse, he threw his head back and roared at the sky. His tortured cries echoed in the air, and soon, the eight huge faces in the sky vanished. The red bolt of lightning then vanished without a trace as well.

Su Ming vision became indistinct at that instant, and everything before him turned into a huge vortex. It swiftly extracted his soul from the dead body, and in an instant, he was swept away.

When Su Ming's vision cleared up, he felt dizzy, as if the sky and earth had been turned upside down. Everything seemed to have been turned over its head. It did not matter whether it was time, dimensions, or the entire world, everything had turned into a chaotic mess. A huge hand shot out and grabbed his back then. It clutched him tightly, then with a fierce yank, he was forcefully dragged out from the vortex.

The world instantly cleared up when Su Ming's body was pulled out of the crack by the old man. The feeling of his soul returning to his physical body and his mind still moving between the ancient past and the present caused Su Ming to take a few steps back with a pale face. When he sat down, he immediately mediated to stabilize his mind.

When he opened his eyes after a long while, a wave of dizziness washed over him again, but that level of discomfort was something he could bear. It did not matter that red filled his eyes and blood trickled out of his ears. When he lifted his head, he saw the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe staring at him intently.

"What did you see?" the old man asked the moment he saw Su Ming open his eyes.

His expression might have seemed only slightly grave, but in truth, he was incredibly interested in what had happened. He had been waiting for this day for a long time. Over the countless years, he had always wanted to send someone to observe the past to find out what had happened and why everything had ended up the way it did when he woke up.

He could not remember much of the things that had happened during that time. It was as if those memories had been forcefully cut off from him. He did not know who did it, but he longed to know all the answers.

He had tried to make a deal several times before Su Ming, but every single person that came failed their spirit ascension, preventing him from achieving his goal.

Su Ming's arrival, thus, finally allowed him to do it, and it filled him with hope.

It was especially so when Su Ming had even returned from the ancient past. Upon seeing him, the old man longed dearly to know the answer.

Su Ming cast the old man a complicated gaze. He was silent for a moment before he spoke in a low whisper. "Han Di…"

At the instant he said that name, the old man shuddered slightly. A powerful light shone in his eyes.

"I remember this name. He was one of the younger members of Heavenly Spirit Tribe. You…"

Su Ming sucked in a deep breath and stared at the old man while starting his recounting. "My body did not enter the ancient past. When my soul was swept inside, it fused into the body of the teenager called Han Di, and I watched you give a lecture about the will of Arid Dao…

"When you finished your lecture about Arid Dao…

"The All Spirits Hall appeared… you fused with the Ancestral Spirit in the eighth row from the bottom…

"A red bolt of lightning… huge faces formed by gigantic Arid Beasts… lightning descended… one hundred thousand tribe members went mad…"

With a calm tone, Su Ming shared everything he had seen in the ancient past without hiding anything. The old man in front of him shuddered while listening quietly. Pain and nostalgia aroe in his eyes, as if he was forming the memories he had cut off based on Su Ming's words, which resulted in them being connected together to form his past once more.

When Su Ming spoke of lightning creeping into the one hundred thousand tribe members, making all of them charge at the old man, the old man quietly lifted his head to stare at the sky. Tears fell from his eyes. At that moment, he was no longer a powerful cultivator who had successfully had his spirit ascend eight times. Instead, he had become a pitiful old man who had lost his tribe members and family.

"They became part of the Arid Disaster when it descended. I… attacked and killed them, because if they did not die, then when their bodies withered, they would give birth to Arid Beasts…" the old man mumbled under his breath when Su Ming finished speaking. There was grief in his voice, along with great sorrow.

"They had already lost their minds. They were no longer themselves… so I killed them. Before I attacked, I scattered my own mind. I intentionally made myself forget all that happened at that time." The old man's murmurs gradually turned into loud laughter. It was full of grief and madness, along with indescribable grief and despair.

"It's as I expected. It's almost identical to the version of the truth I came up with from my deductions over the years. It's as I expected, or else why would I have had to go through the eighth spirit ascension again ? I knew that this had happened since a long time ago!"

The old man had nearly descended into pure madness. As he mumbled under his breath, Su Ming sighed in his heart.

He did not tell the old man that the tribe members he killed had not lost their minds, but could see and understand that the elder they respected killed all of them.

"It's just as I expected. This is the answer I wanted verified after searching for it for so many years. The Arid Disaster took the form of the All Spirits Hall and lured me into performing the spirit ascension. It planted the Arid Shadow on me and changed my will. What ingenious Arid Disaster!"

The old man threw his head back and laughed in a voice full of madness. When tears streamed down his cheeks, Su Ming understood that the old man had clearly understood everything over the years.

He only needed to verify his own conclusion. He might have already had the answer, but he had wanted to verify it, because he did not want to believe it.

Yet what Su Ming said when he returned completely crushed the last hint of doubt in the old man's heart, proving to him that the answer had always been in his own heart.

As Su Ming stared at the old man, he suddenly understood why the old man had intentionally brought the Arid Disaster on Su Ming. It was because… he wanted to take revenge. He was a person who wanted to challenge the Arid Disaster for his people.

"I will leave this place with you. When your Arid Disaster descends, I will help you fight against it!"

The old man swung his arm and hid away the madness in his eyes. With a hint of resolution and determination, he stared at Su Ming.

The world roared, and a huge vortex appeared in the world in the All Spirits Hall as the old man's words echoed in the air. The vortex spun with loud rumbles. Su Ming could tell that there was a runic symbol in it which he recognized at first glance. It was the Sun Sinking Talisman.

However, Su Ming only saw the back of the runic symbol. Clearly, the front of it faced True Morning Dao World.

If he stepped into the vortex and moved through the runic symbol, he would return to True Morning Dao World from the world in the All Spirits Hall!

Su Ming swept his gaze past the vortex and stared at the old man.

"Senior, why do you do this? You have already successfully had your spirit ascend eight times. With just one more time, you can become an Ancestral Spirit. This is…"

"This is a mental block. Even if I successfully have my spirit ascend nine times, I will not become Wei's Ancestral Spirit, but a spirit belonging to the Arid Disaster. You have not had your spirit ascend many times yet, so you will understand it in the future.

"Whether I end up living or dying because of it, I won't be able to advance until I break this mental block! This is also why I intentionally brought the Arid Disaster on your head."

The old man was silent for a moment before he shook his head and said slowly, "This is unfair to you, but my assistance when fending against the Arid Disaster is an experience you will find incredibly difficult to encounter elsewhere. It will be incredibly helpful to you in the future."

"Let's go. This will be the first time I leave this place in many years!"

The old man cast Su Ming a glance. Su Ming was silent for a moment, then chose to not say a word. Instead, he charged at the vortex in the sky. In an instant, he stepped into it and went towards the Sun Sinking Talisman.

He entered it swiftly and felt as if he had broken through the surface of water. When everything before his eyes became clear, he saw the familiar galaxy of true Morning Dao World!

Moments later, the space beside him distorted. For the first time, the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe who had never walked out of the world in the All Spirits Hall since the ancient past stepped into the outside world.

"So this is your era? The power of the world is thin, and the will of all lives has degenerated. It is also filled with the presence of Great Abyss Tribe's will to make the Abyss grow."

The old man cast a glance at his surroundings before looking at the galaxy in the distance. "There is a war going on over in that direction."

A glint shone in Su Ming's eyes, and he looked in the direction the old man was looking. A cold, fierce glare instantly appeared in his eyes, and a ruthless, murderous look showed up on his face.

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Chapter 1204: Six Years

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During the six years since Su Ming had disappeared, True Morning Dao World's Ninth Summit gradually came to have a new name. It was not given by the cultivators of the Ninth Summit, but were coined by the other two forces of power in True Morning Dao World- the Ninth Sect!

This was the Ninth Summit's name known to the others. It meant an existence with a huge force of nearly one million cultivators within True Morning Dao World. During the six years, this sect located next to a Relocation spot leading to Morning Dao Sect had continued expanding its territory to become more and more awe-inspiring.

Nine mountains that towered into the heavens were the most striking buildings in the Ninth Summit. They were like swords that stood tall in the universe. Even when someone looked at them from a distance, they could sense a murderous air surrounding them. Each one was filled with a sharp presence that made people unable to stare straight at them.

That mighty pressure surrounded the whole area. It turned into white ripples that spread outwards, creating a circular area of one hundred thousand lis which was a forbidden zone for the whirlwind in space.

The cultivators of the Ninth Summit practically idolized the nine mountains. The Great Sect Master known as the malicious fiend was a mysterious person who isolated himself yearlong in the fourth summit. He was also the Ninth Summit's strongest person.

The headless Great Sect Master in the first summit was in charge of handling punishments in the Ninth Sect, and he had monstrous power. His murderous aura was incredibly threatening, and it filled the first summit, where he resided, with a powerful murderous aura at all times.

Compared to the two of them, Hu Zi was the most popular Sect Elder. His simple and honest appearance, his straightforward personality, and his act of leading a large number of cultivators to go to war in the last few years had turned him into a well-known figure. Wherever he went in the Ninth Summit, a large crowd would follow behind him. His surroundings were always very lively.

The one who suffered the most then was Su Ming's second senior brother. Since the Ecang clone and eldest senior brother did not care about being Sect Masters, he had no choice but to accept the status of the Sect Master. During the six years, he could not live freely. He had to think about his actions and his words while he was before other people. It made him feel as if he was bound, but gradually, he grew to like his status as a Sect Master, but only slightly.

Originally, the Ninth Sect's expansion should have continued, but a few years back, they had fought against New Dao Sect, a force of power that had arisen in the northernmost part of True Morning Dao World. That battle caused the Ninth Sect's expansion to stop, and the sect known as New Dao Sect was also contained in a certain area. They could not expand their territory as well.

If anyone traced the origins of this sect, they would find that they were one of the armies of cultivators sent by Morning Dao Sect to fight against the Immortals' Union. However, due to a stroke of luck, their army was survived mostly intact during the disaster. Because of that, they became one of the three forces of power in the True Morning Dao World.

The Sect Master introduced himself as Dao Zong, and he had great power. Needless to say, this was the person who had fought against Su Ming's Ecang clone, which had resulted in both of them being heavily injured.

This was a telling sign of Dao Zong's power. After all, the strength of Su Ming's Ecang clone was definitely nothing ordinary. At the very least, the power of those in Life Realm was required to defeat it, and this Life Realm was not based on the standards of Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos towards levels of cultivation. It had to be based on the levels of cultivation similar to those from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier.

If the cultivators were from Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos, then if they wanted to defeat Su Ming's Ecang clone or even injure him badly, they had to be in Death Realm!

It was also because of that great battle that the Ninth Sect and New Dao Sect began to regard each other with extreme hostility. There might not have been many large-scale battles between them, but there were countless small-scale ones, and they occurred practically every day where their territories touched.

Compared to New Dao Sect, there was an even larger sect in the southernmost part, beyond the whirlwind formed by the gap in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos. If anyone treated the gap in True Morning Dao World as a border, then one side of the border would belong to the Ninth Summit and New Dao Sect, and the other side would be South Union, a sect formed by the remnants of the Immortals' Union!

Since there was no other force of power that could stand up against the South Union on that side, this sect could develop so quickly that it could even be said that they were invincible. They swept through half of True Morning Dao World, causing their accumulated strength to surpass that of the Ninth Summit and New Dao Sect.

However, due to the existence of the whirlwind, South Union hesitated to cross over to the other side, even though it had been regarding the other part of True Morning Dao World with covetous eyes. Thus in time, a fragile balance had formed between the three forces of power in True Morning Dao World.

However, this balance only lasted for a year and six months before it was broken by New Dao Sect suddenly growing in power.

The six months after that had been full of arduous struggle and resistance for the Ninth Summit. After the balance was broken, the cultivators from New Dao Sect had launched a frenzied attack against it.

The Ninth Summit originally did not bother itself with the frenzied attack, since the power between the two sects was almost the same regardless of whether it was their powerhouses or their disciples. If they truly fought against each other, there would be no true winner. In the end, both sides would just be horribly injured.

Yet during the first month of the six months long battle, three cultivators dressed in yellow robes appeared in New Dao Sect. A chilling presence spread out from the, and the bloodthirst in their eyes was incredibly thick. When the three of them attacked once the power balance was brokken, the first powerful warrior from the Ninth Summit to be heavily injured was Su Ming's eldest senior brother!

It was an incredibly devastating fight. Su Ming's eldest senior brother was severely wounded and nearly died. Only when the Ecang clone attacked and killed one of the yellow-robed people that he could save his eldest senior brother.

That battle had caused New Dao Sect's invasion to become even more frenzied. This was because even though Su Ming's Ecang clone killed one of the yellow-robed people, three more soon appeared in the battlefield.

There were a total of five yellow-robed people. Each of them possessed power not weaker than those truly in Fate Realm.

In just one month, the Ninth Summit's territory shrank by a large margin. Then, during the second month, Su Ming's Ecang clone stopped isolating himself and immersed himself war. With the cultivators from the Ninth Summit, he fought back against New Dao Sect based on his second senior brother's plans.

When that battle reached its third month, the Ecang clone was forced to fight against Dao Zong and the five yellow-robed people one day. During that battle, the Ecang clone, who had been wounded to begin with, was heavily injured once more. However, three of the yellow-robed people died under his hands, and even Dao Zong was heavily wounded, but the price for that was the Ecang clone nearly dying.

He might have fled the battle alive, but when he returned to the Ninth Summit, his body turned into a huge tree that was on the verge of shattering.

Yet the war was still raging. New Dao Sect might have lost three of their yellow-robed people, but a month later, when the war entered its fourth month, more yellow-robed people appeared among their cultivators. They had the same level of cultivation, but the increase in their numbers meant that they now had eight of yellow-robed people.

The final battle for the Ninth Summit was launched at that time. Under the lead of more than a dozen powerful warriors from New Dao Sect, hundreds of thousands of cultivators rushed towards the Ninth Summit with the resolution to not stop until one of the sects was dead!

But that was not all. What caused Su Ming's second senior brother to look worn and haggard was a piece of information brought to him by the spies he had sent into the whirlwind to the south when New Dao Sect attacked them en masse. Their news left him silent.

There was a large amount of faint ripples in the whirlwind, and they could only mean one thing—South Union had launched their invasion from the other side of the whirlwind!

This was the first time South Union took action. However, since they had not done anything during the past few years, it was clear that this time, they would definitely strike like a clap of thunder. Fortunately, based on the ripples, they would still need a few months to cross the whirlwind.

If it were the usual times, the Ninth Summit would perhaps be able to make preparations, but at that moment, they had to stand up against New Dao Sect's frenzied attacks and could not spare any resources or man power to a new enemy.

It was also because of this that Hu Zi gave up on trying to crack open the Rune. Based on his judgment, he would need at least another year before he could reactivate it, but a year was an amount of time that the Ninth Summit simply did not possess.

Based on the situation of the war, even if they managed to drag out their battle against New Dao Sect, they would just end up with all their disciples dead. If that wasn't enough, his senior brothers would definitely die as well. Yet more importantly, it was simply impossible for him to have a year's worth of time. Two or three months later, when South Union arrived, everything would end.

Once Hu Zi stopped researching the Rune, he immediately used his talents in Runes to protect the Ninth Summit as if he had gone mad. Once he continuously perfected and made the Runes he placed earlier stronger, he personally fused into the Runes and turned into a Rune Spirit to hold back the hundreds of thousands of cultivators and the dozens of powerful warriors from New Dao Sect for a month and two weeks.

However, this was his limit. When a loud bang shot into space and all the Runes around the Ninth Summit crumbled, Hu Zi coughed up a mouthful of blood. When he staggered backwards, he grabbed his eldest senior brother's battleaxe. His eyes were bloodshot. Even though the destruction of the Runes had injured his soul, he had to fight.

Lying behind him was his heavily wounded eldest senior brother as well as the only clone his youngest junior brother had left behind after he went missing. The clone could not die, since Su Ming might be able to use him as a beacon to find them when he eventually returned. If it could really serve such a purpose, then once the clone died, Hu Zi was afraid that his youngest junior brother would not be able to find his home.

A large number of cultivators from the Ninth Summit had died during the six months of war. By then, there were less than two hundred thousand of them left. They surrounded the Ninth Summit and stared silently at the cultivators from New Dao Sect charging towards them once the Runes in the distance had crumbled. Above them, second senior brother sighed softly.

"The Ninth Sect… will be destroyed today!"

When a cold and sinister voice spoke among the incoming cultivators, several piercing whistles shot into space. A middle-aged man dressed in a purple robe took large strides towards Su Ming's second senior brother. Behind him were eight yellow-robed cultivators. All of them had different appearances, but the cold presence about them as well as the aloof, merciless, and bloodthirsty look in their eyes were identical to one another.

"Destroy our sect? Dream on!" Hu Zi roared.

He lifted his eldest senior brother's battleaxe and rushed out. Behind him, his eldest senior brother moved. His aura was weak and filled with fatigue, but he still charged forward. Second senior brother tore off his robe of a Sect Master, and his face distorted as if there were ferocious faces of Phantoms overlapping on it.

His body filled with the ghastly aura of a Phantom. With a step forward, the fellow brothers turned into three long arcs that charged against the incoming purple-robed man from New Dao Sect.

At that moment, now a tree, Su Ming's Ecang clone swiftly opened its eyes on the trunk. A cold and fierce glare shone in them; it held ruthless and murderousness. It was as if… the clone's body had become different at that moment. The presence of an Antecedental Spirit could be faintly felt around it!

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Chapter 1205: The Antecedental Spirit's Will

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"You're just asking for death! Forget the lot of you, even that strongest malicious fiend of yours will not be my opponent!"

The purple-robed man's lips curled into a cold sneer. While taking a step forward, he lifted his right hand, then pointed forward. Immediately, three incense sticks manifested, and when they were lit up, they charged towards Su Ming's senior brothers.

The eight yellow-robed people cackled, and greed appeared on their faces. With one move, they turned into eight yellow lights that charged towards the two hundred thousand cultivators beneath them. It was as if those cultivators were the best supplements to these people.

When the incense sticks formed by the purple-robed man's divine ability closed in on Su Ming's senior brothers and the three of them cast their divine abilities in preparation for a fight to the death, the tree which was Su Ming's Ecang clone suddenly twisted violently and disappeared. When it reappeared, it was right in front of his senior brothers, using its body to fend against the power of the three incense sticks.

A loud bang shot into the air. Su Ming's Ecang clone shuddered, then swept up his senior brothers to flee thousands of feet away. When the purple-robed man moved towards them with a cold sneer and the senior brothers had their auras erupt from their bodies, the Ecang clone suddenly spoke.

"I'm back."

These simple words immediately caused Su Ming's eldest senior brother to shiver. His second senior brother swiftly turned to look at the Ecang clone, while Hu Zi was stunned. Soon though, excitement appeared on his face.

The Ecang clone looked at the three of them, and when he saw that they seemed to need an affirmation, he repeated his words. "I'm back."

When he spoke, he did not even bother casting a glance at the purple-robed man charging towards him. He simply lifted his right hand and seized the space above him. With it, the heavens shuddered. A ripple immediately spread out and charged towards the incoming purple-robed man.

The man smiled coldly. He did not stop but chose to crash into the ripple. It instantly dissipated as if it could not injure him in the slightest.

"Mere child's play. Today, the Ninth Sect will be destroyed, and all of you will return to ashes. Once I destroy South Union, True Morning Dao World will only have New Dao Sect within it."

The purple-robed man rushed forward, but when he was about to close in on the Ecang clone, a calm voice reverberated through space.

"What my clone cast was not mere child's play, but a way for me to get a detailed description of where he is."

The moment the words echoed in the galaxy, the purple-robed man jolted and came to a swift halt. When he lifted his head, he saw two figures walking out of the space above him, at the spot from which the ripple had spread out previously.

One of the figures was a young man and the other an old one. The old man had an apathetic and aloof look on his face. As for the young man, he had a cold and fierce glare in his eyes. While speaking, he walked to his Ecang clone.

When Su Ming looked at his senior brothers, he saw Hu Zi's excitement, second senior brother's smile, and eldest senior brother's relief. Remorse filled his heart then.

"I'm late…" Su Ming said softly.

He lifted his right hand and swung it at his eldest senior brother. Immediately, a gentle power surged into his body. As cracking sounds reverberated through space, eldest senior brother jolted. All his injuries were instantly healed, and an even purer power swiftly erupted from him.

Hu Zi, too, had that same gentle power fuse into his body. When he threw his head and roared, the injuries he had sustained when the Runes broke down were completely healed. On top of that, his soul was also slightly stronger than before.

As for the Ecang clone, when Su Ming cast his gaze on him, the Ecang clone immediately moved towards him. His body overlapped with Su Ming's, and they fused together.

This scene immediately caused the purple-robed man's expression to change. He instinctively took a few steps back, and a grave look that had never showed up on his face before appeared in his eyes. Even the eight yellow-robed cultivators returned to his side in an instant. The bloodthirst in their eyes turned into wariness when they looked at Su Ming.

Compared to them, the remaining cultivators in the Ninth Sect reacted differently. They hearts trembled when they saw the stranger and heard his words. Su Ming had an incredibly unfamiliar face to them, but they saw the malicious fiend fuse with him and heard him mention that he was just a clone!

"Sir, who are you?!" the purple-robed man asked with a dark tone, but the instant he opened his mouth to speak, Su Ming turned his head around and cast him a flat glance.

That one glance alone was enough for a loud rumble to echo in the man's mind. Su Ming's gaze was like a pair of sharp blades that instantly pierced through the man's eyes and stabbed his mind. The man shuddered from it. He coughed up a large mouthful of blood and immediately retreated.

His heart was filled with shock and disbelief. He was a cultivator in Death Realm, but even with his level of cultivation, his heart and mind had been damaged with just one glance. To explain that, there could only be one possible explanation— the newcomer's power surpassed Death Realm!

When he moved back, the purple-robed man remembered Su Ming mentioning that the malicious fiend was just a clone, and his heart sank. In the beginning, he did not believe in it, but at that moment, there was no way he could not believe it. When he thought about how the person who had fought against him during the past few years and whom he treated as his equal was just a clone, he could no longer quell the fear and shock in his heart. Those emotions took over his mind.

Su Ming watched the purple-robed man, whose expression had changed drastically to stark pale, retreat. He did not chase after him, but instead said, "If the heavens desire your death, then you must die."

At the instant he said that, the galaxy began to tremble in a manner as if it had been separated from True Morning Dao World. It no longer belonged to it, but had turned into a world of Su Ming's will.

As an Antecedental Spirit, Su Ming was the will of heaven in this place. His words were spoken slowly, but when they landed in the people's ears, they turned into a thunderous roar in their hearts. His will was so awe-inspiring that no one could fight against it.

His will was the embodiment of the galaxy and the universe's center of attention, and Su Ming's gaze was how all of these had happened. His words were the will of heaven that could replace the thoughts of the universe!

The purple-robed man let out a shrill scream of pain. With a shudder, he noticed that his body was disappearing and his soul was rapidly disintegrating. At that moment, no matter what level of cultivation he possessed or how he circulated his cultivation base, he could not save his body nor soul. Fear the likes of which he had never felt before rose in his heart endlessly, but there was nothing he could do to fight back.

"Just what level of cultivation do you possess?!"

A shrill roar tumbled out of the purple-robed man's mouth in a wretched manner. His body was already semi-transparent, and there was not much left of his soul. When he shouted out those words, everything marking his existence looked like it had been wiped off, and he ceased to exist under the will of heaven in this galaxy.

Yet the purple-robed man's voice still echoed in space. Besides it, there was nothing else. The two hundred thousand cultivators from the Ninth Summit were shuddering, but their gazes when they looked at Su Ming were filled with zealousness and reverence. Together, all of them immediately kneeled down in worship.

Su Ming's eldest senior brother was stunned. In his memories, Su Ming was strong, but he was definitely not strong enough to kill a person in Death Realm with just one sentence, one gaze, and one thought. This… was something not even a Sublime Paragon could do, but everything that he sensed felt so incredibly real that it left him in a state of not daring to believe what he saw.

Su Ming's second senior brother was breathing rapidly. He looked at everything before him with a dumbfounded expression, then cast his gaze at the spot where the purple-robed man had disappeared before beginning mumble under his breath,

"Just now, the galaxy here was made to change. I had the impression that youngest senior brother's presence existed everywhere in this galaxy…"

Hu Zi scratched his head in the honest and simple-minded fashion of his. He did not think too much into it. At that moment, he only stared at Su Ming in excitement. The stronger Su Ming was, the happier Hu Zi would be.

Compared to the crowd of the Ninth Summit, the hundreds of thousands of cultivators who had come charging in after they broke the Rune withdrew in their shock. The scene just then had been too bizarre, so they could not believe what they had seen. Their Sect Master, an old monster in Death Realm… had been wiped out from existence without much trouble.

While the hundreds of thousands of cultivators from New Dao Sect were in shock and fear, great wariness appeared in the eight yellow-robed people's faces. They slowly retreated while staring at Su Ming with disbelief in their eyes.

"An Antecedental Spirit's will! This is an Antecedental Spirit's will!" the eight of them exclaimed almost at the same time.

Both their tones and expressions were all exactly the same. At the instant their voices matched, all eight of them turned around without hesitation, intending to flee in desperation.

Su Ming's will of an Antecedental Spirit had completely shocked and intimidated them. At the same time, it also caused them to sense great fear. It was precisely because they knew of the presence of the Antecedental Spirits that their fear was also laced with despair.

"Damn it, damn it… Didn't they say that there were only a few Antecedental Spirits in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos, so why did I run into one?! That's an Antecedental Spirit, for heaven's sake!!"

All eight yellow-robed cultivators fled as if they had gone mad. Upon noticing it, Su Ming cast his gaze on them and let out a cold harrumph.

When it rang in the air, it caused the hearsts of the eight cultivators to tremble. They instantly started bleeding from their ears, eyes, nose, and mouth, and their bodies came to a swift halt. With a loud bang, they collapsed.

When their bodies were reduced to a bloody mess, a loud buzz shot into space. A large number of locusts flew out from each of the cultivator's collapsed body.

Those locusts gathered together in the middle of the loud buzzing to turn into a huge figure formed by locusts. The mighty pressure spreading out from it was great, but even so, the man did not dare to turn his head around. He only fled in a panic.

"So it's you."

When Su Ming said that in a faint voice, he lifted his right hand and unfurled his fist. A ball appeared on his palm. It shuddered before shattering to turn into a swarm of locusts. With a loud buzzing noise, they flew out.

In the distance, the figure formed by the locusts paused for a moment before returning to its fleeing. However, Su Ming's will in the universe swept towards him, and the figure formed by the locusts let out a shrill scream.

"Senior, please spare me! I'm willing to surrender, please spare me!"

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Chapter 1206: Black Crystal

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The figure formed by the locusts screamed shrilly and quickly chose to give up on fleeing. Su Ming's will of an Antecedental Spirit had replaced the universe's will. It was a power not even the figure could fight against. This was a suppression formed by beings who belonged to different categories of life forms. Su Ming was already an existence which no one could fight against unless their levels of cultivation far surpassed his.

With a shudder, the figure made of locusts quickly bowed to Su Ming. His pleas for mercy also echoed in space. In his mind, as long as he did not die on that day, he would have a chance to flee later on. As long as Su Ming did not kill him, he would definitely have hope in the future.

More importantly though, he only possessed three-tenths of his strength at that moment. The remaining seven-tenths were part of his clones, and they were in the other True Worlds. So as long as he did not die, then even if he had to temporarily submit to Su Ming, he would have a chance to fight back once his original body recovered to an extent that he could gather together again!

But if his current body was destroyed, then even if his original body recovered in the future, it would be impossible for him to regain his full power. To him, this was the greatest blow he could suffer.

When the figure pleaded for mercy, Su Ming cast him a cold glance with a calm expression. When he did, the figure immediately felt his heart thump against his chest. He felt as if all his thoughts were exposed before Su Ming's eyes. Everything about him seemed to have been laid bare.

This feeling made the figure's heart shudder. He quickly put on a smile, but just when he was about to speak…

"What benefits do I gain for sparing you?" Su Ming asked faintly.

When he said those words, the figure immediately felt his spirits lift. As long as he did not die on that day, he could pay whatever price was necessary for him to survive.

"I can split myself into several portions and help you fight in battles…"

While saying that, the figure saw impatience appear on Su Ming's face. His heart immediately shuddered, and he gritted his teeth. He lifted his right hand and swung it forward. Immediately, a black crystal appeared on his hand.

"This is a treasure whose name I do not know. I obtained it by pure coincidence, so I do not know of its effects. Senior, you have monstrous power. As an Antecedental Spirit, you should know what this is. I wish to use this item… to exchange for your kindness in sparing me."

When the figure finished speaking, his expression immediately changed. His right hand was made to unfurl by an unseen force in space, and the black crystal flew out without his control. It turned into a long arc that charged towards Su Ming.

He lifted his right hand and caught the black crystal. When he swept his gaze across it, a hint of uncertainty rose in his heart. The black crystal appeared unfamiliar, but there was a hint of something that was familiar to Su Ming lying within it. It was as if he had seen it somewhere before.

He put away the black crystal without batting an eyelid, then looked at the figure again and shook his head.

"Still not enough."

The figure was not alarmed, but delighted. Su Ming did not say that he was displeased, but neither did he say that he wanted to kill him. Instead, he said it was not enough, which meant that there was hope. Yet even though it gave him hope, the act of shaking the head caused the figure's heart to clench in pain.

He gritted his teeth again and lifted his right hand to swing it before himself once more. Immediately, a brownish yellow item resembling a medicinal core appeared on his palm. When it appeared, a nice fragrance immediately spread out from it, causing all those who smelled it to feel revitalized.

"This is… a treasure I snatched from a powerful enemy after I killed him. Senior, this is my gift to you. I hope you will like it…"

The figure endured a great pain in his heart for having to part with this particular treasure, but he still pushed the brownish-yellow medicinal core forward. When it floated in front of Su Ming, he swept his gaze past it.

"This should be a Demonic Core. This figure of yours also has a Demonic Core, right?" Su Ming asked flatly.

When he said that, the figure's expression swiftly changed. He did not expect that Su Ming would be able to recognize the object. It was indeed a Demonic Core, and it was something he had retrieved after he killed a powerful enemy of his in Dark Dawn before he descended into Arid Triad. Even among Antecedental Spirits few would be able to recognize it.

"Senior, I've never heard of the thing you just mentioned. Is this a Demonic Core? What is a Demonic Core?"

The figure forced himself to laugh while he instinctively took a few steps back, but at that moment, Su Ming lifted his head. A chilling intent appeared at the corners of his lips, and he took a swift step forward.

"You said you wouldn't kill me!"

Panic appeared on the figure's face. As he screamed shrilly, he moved back swiftly. Yet no matter how fast he was, he was still slower than Su Ming. At the instant Su Ming took a step forward, he appeared right in front of the figure, and without stopping, he rammed himself against it.

A bang shot up into the air, for the figure simply could not dodge. His body instantly fell apart when Su Ming knocked into him, and he turned into many locusts. At that moment, as if Su Ming had shot through the body, he moved past it, and then, a brown Demonic Core appeared in his left hand!

A shrill roar came from the locusts that had appeared once the figure fell apart, but none of them dared approach to Su Ming. Instead, with a bang, they fled in all directions. However, the locusts which belonged to Su Ming and which he had summoned earlier let out a similarly piercing sound at that moment and rushed towards the locusts to fight against them.

If Su Ming was not by their side, the locusts belonging to him would definitely not be an opponent for the original ones. Yet at that moment, Su Ming was by their side. The galaxy in the area had been replaced by him, and its will had turned into the will of an Antecedental Spirit. Because of it, it was impossible for the locusts belonging to him to lose.

They ripped into the escaping locusts and devoured them brutally. The entire process lasted for only about ten breaths before the locusts formed by the figure were completely destroyed. The ones belonging to Su Ming were incredibly energized at that moment. Each of them had devoured quite a number of their own kind, and they had become stronger.

When they surrounded Su Ming, they cast covetous glances at the brown Demonic Core in his hand, but they did not dare to get any closer to it. They could only let out longing shrieks around him.

Su Ming swept his gaze across the brown Demonic Core in his hand, then sent his great divine sense along with his will of an Antecedental Spirit at it. Once he destroyed all forms of sentience within it, he threw it forward, and the locusts around him instantly rushed over with a buzz. They surrounded the Demonic Core and turned into a small ball that was not the same size as it had been when Su Ming had summoned them.

Once he finished doing all of this, Su Ming turned his head to look towards the hundreds of thousands of cultivators from New Dao Sect as well as the dozens of shuddering Almighties standing in front of them.

When Su Ming looked over, all the cultivators from New Dao Sect who met his gaze felt a storm rise up in their hearts, and booming sounds roared ceaselessly in their minds, causing their minds to tremble endlessly.

Everything had happened too quickly. The turn of events also cast them into disbelief. They were originally the invaders and Ninth Summit was supposed to be destroyed, but in the blink of an eye, the moment this person whose presence was akin to that of a nightmare appeared out of the blue… everything changed.

If the fact that just one glance and one cold harrumph was enough for him to instantly kill their Sect Master was difficult for them to accept, then the collapse of the eight yellow-robed cultivators' bodies that turned into a figure made of locusts who ceaselessly begged for mercy until he was destroyed when Su Ming took a step forward as well as the buzzing from the locusts that covered the entire sky… All of these brought an indescribable fear to the cultivators from New Dao Sect, and they trembled.

At that moment, when Su Ming looked towards them, a small part of the hundreds of thousands of cultivators immediately knelt down in worship. Their act soon triggered all the people around them as well. In the blink of an eye, the hundreds of thousands of cultivators knelt down, illustrating Su Ming's might and great presence.

The latter turned into a mighty pressure that made the dozens of Almighties standing in front of the hundreds of thousands of cultivators to quietly lower their heads. They chose to kneel down and submit to Su Ming too.

From the start to the end, Su Ming had not said a single word to them. When they knelt to him, he turned to his senior brothers. Second senior brother smiled softly and walked forward.

"I will handle this, youngest junior brother. Things have yet to come to an end. Besides us, there is another force of power in True Morning Dao World. They call themselves South Union, and they are on the other side of the whirlwind. Several months ago, we noticed that they were moving in our direction through the whirlwind."

"South Union…" Su Ming nodded, then smiled at his second senior brother.

"That's right, it's that South Union or whatever it is they're called. Youngest junior brother, I'll destroy them with you, how does that sound?" Hu Zi smiled in the honest manner of his, then patted his chest with banging sounds.

"Hu Zi, concentrate on cracking the Rune. You do not need to follow him," eldest senior brother said in a slightly imposing voice. Hu Zi immediately pulled a long face, but he did not dare retort. He could only sigh and look at Su Ming.

"Youngest junior brother, do handle the matter concerning South Union. Once you are done… since you have this sort of power, perhaps we should… return to Yin Death Region!"

Eldest senior brother slowly tightened his grip on the battleaxe. A great murderous aura seeped out of his body before it gathered together to turn into determination. This was the first time he mentioned returning to Yin Death Region. He had never done it before because he believed that even if the four of them worked together, they would not be able to fight back… but it was different now.

Su Ming nodded. He wrapped his fist in his palm to bow to his eldest senior brother before casting a glance at his second senior brother, who was smiling at him. Then, he charged into the distance.

Behind him, the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe followed with an apathetic expression. He had been present since the start, but what made Su Ming think was how he had been unable to see the old man's image in the others' eyes even at the moment he left.

It was as if he did not exist.

"They cannot see me," the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe said faintly, as if he had guessed Su Ming's puzzlement.

When Su Ming took a step forward, he was already close to the spot beyond the whirlwind where the gap of Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos was. Once he sat down there, he asked in a languid manner, "Senior, you mentioned that the will to make the Abyss grow is quite abundant in this World. What did you mean by that?"

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Chapter 1207: Kindness of Helping him Succeed

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"Great Abyss Tribe has three great talents: the ability to control time, Possess, and open the World of the Abyss Gate. The will to make the Abyss grow is the foundation to form the World of the Abyss Gate.

"Someone must have activated the Abyssal World Art some years ago, which is why the power of the world in this World is becoming increasingly thinner. It is being slowly transformed.

"Because of it, all the people who died in this World will turn into the Aura of Abyss and become a part of this World's nutrients," the old man said faintly.

When Su Ming heard these words, a barely noticeable glint shone in his eyes.

"Is there a way to neutralize the Art?" he asked while looking at the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe.

"The person who cast this Art only has ordinary power. He isn't at the level of an Antecedental Spirit, but he seems to have inherited a kismet due to his bloodline. He should be a very important person in Great Abyss Tribe.

"But this person's Art is slightly different from the ones I have seen before. I might not understand Great Abyss Tribe's divine abilities and am unable to break them, but changing them is still possible for me."

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe cast a glance at his surroundings, then lifted his right hand to seize space. A wisp of green smoke suddenly appeared on his palm and surrounded it. There were hundreds of distorted faces manifesting in it, and they were all letting out shrill, soundless roars.

( NovelFull ) "Senior, could you help me kill this person?" Su Ming suddenly asked.

"I will help you fight the Arid Disaster. In regards to other matters, I will choose whether I want to help you or not, but do not mention anything about killing," the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe said calmly.

Su Ming was silent for a moment before he spoke again. "What if someone comes to create trouble for me?"

"Before you run into your Arid Disaster, no one from either Arid Triad, Dark Dawn, or Saint Defier can harm even a single strand of your hair."

The old man turned his head around and looked at the green smoke on his hand. His words were calm, but his tone indicated that he looked down on the entire world. It was an absolute sort of confidence.

With a success in eight spirit ascensions, he could be said to be the strongest cultivator in all of Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos. While there might be people with the same level of cultivation as his in Dark Dawn or Saint Defier, they would still not offend Tian Bai without a very good reason.

"Thank you, senior. I wonder how you will change the will to make the Abyss grow in this World." Su Ming stood up and bowed deeply to the old man.

"How do you want to change it?" The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe cast Su Ming a glance.

"Could you make it so that the will to make the Abyss grow is shifted on me so that I can make my own Abyss Gate stronger?" A light signifying ambition appeared in Su Ming's eyes when he calmly said those words.

"Possession of another form. As expected of someone from Great Abyss Tribe. Even if you grew up among those from Great Berserker Tribe, the inherent nature of yours to snatch and steal from others is a quality of your soul that cannot be wiped away.

"But oh well, since you asked, what wrong is there for me to help you?"

The old man stood up, lifted his right hand, and swung it before him. Immediately after, a loud bang rang out in the galaxy, stirring up endless echoes. The whirlwind in the area disintegrated before gathering back to turn into a gust of violent wind that swept outwards. It was as if the galaxy had turned into an ocean, and huge waves were surging into the skies.

With Su Ming and the old man as the center, numerous green wisps appeared in True Morning Dao World. They rampaged in the galaxy, and as the violent gust of wind swept through, countless distorted faces appeared among the green wisps.

Those faces were like vengeful spirits. They were the souls of all the people who had died in True Morning Dao World over the course of tens of thousands of years. Their souls let out soundless howls while distorting. At the instant they circled through the entire True Morning Dao World, the old man beside Su Ming lifted his left hand and pointed at Su Ming.

"With my will, I declare that this World belongs to this child!"

At the instant the old man said those words in a flat voice, invisible ripples spread through every single area within the True Morning Dao World. They were not the old man's cultivation base, but his will of an Antecedental Spirit enveloping the True World.

During that instant… he replaced the will of True Morning Dao World, making himself the will of heaven governing True Morning Dao World. The flames of life dimmed slightly in all living beings in True Morning Dao World…

When the old man lifted his right hand and pointed at Su Ming, the original will within the will to make the Abyss grow in True Morning Dao World was wiped off, and Su Ming's will was forcefully Branded on it.

This sort of thing was already at the level of changing the entire universe. It was something… no other cultivator besides the old man in the entire Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos could do.

Endless roars rose in Su Ming's mind at that instant. He could clearly sense True Morning Dao World's presence in his mind, as if it was in his head.

He could also sense the endless Aura of Abyss from the True World. It was indistinct, but it was everywhere. In fact, Su Ming had a strong feeling that with just one thought, he could absorb all of it into the Abyss Gate in his body.

He saw the Ninth Summit, where his senior brothers were. He saw practically every cultivator in the Ninth Summit, and he also saw New Dao Sect further into the distance, whose existence had already been wiped off.

In fact, Su Ming even saw a hundred something Relocation spots in True Morning Dao World. In each of them was a mark to enter Morning Dao Sect.

He saw Flame Fiends' Progenitor and Zhu You Cai meditating on a planet as well as some of his acquaintances from the War Chamber. He also saw cultivators residing in some rather remote corners of True Morning Dao World.

Su Ming even saw an army of cultivators numbering nearly five hundred thousand in the whirlwind right beyond the gap of Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos. They were sitting on huge logs which were charging forward towards the Ninth Summit.

Su Ming swept his divine sense past those cultivators. When he was about to avert his attention from them, his divine sense suddenly came to a halt and landed on a woman standing at the head of one of the giant logs.

She was dressed in purple robes, and there was a mark of a scorpion at the center of her brows. At that moment, she was gazing ahead with a provocative look. There was a purple scorpion on her shoulder, and it had its tail upright to rub it against the woman's face.

Behind the woman was a young man with a smug look on his face, but every single time he looked towards the woman, he would become very cautious and would act obsequiously towards her without end.

The moment Su Ming saw the woman and the young man, his heart trembled. Needless to say, the woman was Xu Hui, and the man was De Shun, the person who had appeared on his lotus platform when Su Ming was taking the Dynasts' test to advertise his own items.

With the speed at which they traveled, they would rush out of the whirlwind around Arid Triad's gap and appear before Su Ming in less than half a month.

After a moment, Su Ming sent his divine sense sweeping past the area again. This time, he looked towards the region which belonged to South Union and which was located beyond the whirlwind under Arid Triad's gap. When he swept past that area, he saw… Yin Death Region!

However, right when Su Ming's divine sense approached Yin Death Region, he sensed a powerful repulsive force in there. Its power was so strong that it felt like Yin Death Region was an entity on its own. It did not fit into True Morning Dao World and did not seem to belong to it.

When the unknown force rejected him, Su Ming had his divine sense gather in a nearby area, then swiftly charged in. With the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe around, Su Ming had to seize the opportunity to take action. Otherwise, once the old man went seeking revenge against the Arid Disaster, he would definitely leave Su Ming's side, regardless of whether he lived or died in the end. This meant that Su Ming had to seize the chance while he was around and use it.

At the instant his divine sense touched Yin Death Region, a loud bang rang out. Su Ming then borrowed the old man's will of an Antecedental Spirit and fused it with his own will of an Antecedental Spirit to rush into Yin Death Vortex even as it rejected him.

Right when he rushed in, Su Ming spread out his divine sense, intending to fuse into every dimension within it, but when two-tenths of his divine sense fused with Yin Death Vortex, his mind suddenly trembled. He felt that Yin Death Vortex had not appeared out of the blue, but had been created for some unknown reason.

That reason lay in the depths of the vortex, but Su Ming could not send his divine sense too deep inside. Once two-tenths of his divine sense fused with the vortex, Su Ming saw a scene of a world in crimson, and it shocked him.

His divine sense and his will of an Antecedental Spirit suffered a violent hit from a repulsive force so great that it was terrifying. He fell back and was forced out of Yin Death Region.

'That presence is… Di Tian!'

Su Ming's heart trembled. Once his will left Yin Death Vortex, he immediately went back in without any hesitation, but when he passed by Arid Triad's gap, his divine sense came to a halt and charged towards Arid Triad's gap. When a huge tear at the end of the universe came into his view, he also saw a glimpse of a huge war with more than a hundred million participants fighting right beyond the gap!

It was the war between Saint Defier and Dark Dawn, and it seemed like it was already near its end…

Su Ming retrieved his divine sense and returned from the area near Arid Triad's gap, but when he passed by one of the hundred something Relocation spots beyond Morning Dao Sect, he heard a faint and exhausted voice in his head.

"Who might this old friend be?" Naturally, that voice belonged to the Predecessor of Dao Ocean!

Su Ming did not send out his divine sense. He swiftly retrieved it, and once his divine sense returned to his body, he opened his eyes swiftly.

"Thank you for helping me, senior!"

Su Ming looked at the old man before him, then wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed deeply towards him. That action held an unprecedented sincerity from Su Ming, along with extreme gratitude.

He had realized that the old man's actions were not as simple as him transferring the will to make the Abyss grow in the World onto his body. In reality, he had shifted all of Dao Chen's will onto Su Ming. Even though this was what Su Ming had planned to do, the difficulty level would have been incredibly high if he had really decided to go through with it, and he would have also required an extremely long time to do it.

Yet now… with the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe forcefully transferring and changing the will to make the Abyss grow with his own will of an Antecedental Spirit, he had replaced True Morning Dao World's will with that of Su Ming. He had given him a great push forward and cut away the time required for Su Ming to do it himself. This made Su Ming's chances of success increase from their initial, meager state to ones which held absolute certainty.

What Su Ming needed was a sufficient amount of fate from the outside world to gather on him so he could turn it into his own laws of fate, and then, with his will of an Antecedental Spirit… he would Possess True Morning Dao World!

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Chapter 1208: The Sacred Vessel, Barren Cauldron

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe cast Su Ming a glance, but he did not speak. Instead, he sat down by his side and closed his eyes.

Su Ming might have seemed as composed as ever, but in truth, a storm was raging in his heart at that moment. It was not due to Xu Hui, and neither was it because he had snatched the will to make the Abyss grow contained in True Morning Dao World. Instead… it was because he had sensed the presence that belonged to Di Tian in Yin Death Region!

Di Tian had clearly died. Su Ming had seen it with his own eyes. He personally saw the enmity between Su Xuan Yi and Di Tian coming to an end when the gap was torn in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos all those years ago.

But Su Ming was certain that what he sensed just then was true. It was a presence that came from a certain dimension within Yin Death Region. That presence belonged to Di Tian, and it was much stronger than what he had sensed when Su Ming had last seen Di Tian.

'A clone. The Di Tian who died was just a clone!' A barely noticeable glint shone in Su Ming's eyes as he immediately found an explanation.

'Su Xuan Yi thought he won, but in truth, the victor between him and Di Tian still hasn't been decided. The one who died was only Di Tian's clone, so it's clear that Di Tian was just conducting a test. If he succeeded, it would be good for him, while if he failed, he would not lose anything.

'In the meantime however he hid himself in the dark so he could deal a fatal strike to Su Xuan Yi at a critical moment! What a man, Di Tian!'

Killing intent shone in Su Ming's eyes. It did not matter whether it was Su Xuan Yi or Di Tian, Su Ming harbored no good feelings for either of them. Di Tian was a person Su Ming had wanted to kill since a long time ago, and the enmity he harbored was so strong that there could no longer even be any talk about the reason for it.

As for Su Xuan Yi, his repeated use of Su Ming had eventually caused Su Ming to be bitterly disappointed in him, and at the same time, great aversion had arisen in his heart. In time, that feeling had slowly turned into murderous intent.

'To them, Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos is just a playground for a game. They do not care about Saint Defier and Dark Dawn descending, and neither do they care about the gap in Arid Triad. But if they do not even care about this… then what each of them care about must certainly be terrifying!

'I can guess what Su Xuan Yi is aiming for. He's definitely doing this for Abyss Builders, but what… is Di Tian's goal? Where does his confidence that his plans won't fail once Dark Dawn and Saint Defier descend come from?'

Su Ming's eyes sparkled. He could not guess the answer, but he had a speculation that it was definitely connected to Yin Death Region.

When he thought of this, Su Ming suddenly remembered the vague feeling he had when his divine sense rushed into Yin Death Region. That feeling as if Yin Death Region had not appeared out of the blue but had been born from some changes in its depths made Su Ming think that it had a great connection to Di Tian's confidence.

'Just why… is he so confident? Yin Death Region is somewhat connected to Dark Dawn, or else the will in there would not have made me head to the fifth ocean in Divine Essence Star Ocean all those years ago so that I could activate that Relocation Rune similar to the one Saint Defier has in the territory of the Immortals' Union.

'Could it be that Di Tian's confidence comes from Dark Dawn? But this doesn't explain much. After all, Di Tian is the leader of the Immortals' Union, and the Immortals' Union is connected to Saint Defier.

'If that's the case, then Di Tian has secret ties to both Dark Dawn and Saint Defier… What exactly is his goal and where does his confidence come from?'

Su Ming was silent. He could not understand it, but his instincts told him that Di Tian's confidence was largely connected to the strange power that formed the vortex in the depths of Yin Death Region.

With that thought, Su Ming forced down the storm that had come to life in his heart once he learned that Di Tian was still alive. When he lifted his right hand, a black crystal appeared on his palm.

The crystal had been given to him by the figure made of locusts from Dark Dawn's camp when he was pleading for mercy. At that time, Su Ming sensed a hint of familiarity from that black crystal. When he scrutinized it closely, he found that the feeling was still around, even though it was faint.

Su Ming's eyes sparkled brilliantly. His divine sense spread out swiftly and fused into the crystal. The familiar feeling immediately became stronger, but no matter how Su Ming investigated the crystal with his divine sense, he found that it was empty inside. The familiar feeling had come to him in an incredibly baffling manner, and he could not find the cause for it.

After a long while, Su Ming retrieved his divine sense and frowned. His gaze landed on the crystal, and a contemplative expression appeared on his face. After a moment, he narrowed his eyes. He remembered why he found the crystal familiar.

'The Seed of Life Extermination!' Su Ming's heart trembled at that thought. The familiar feeling was due to the Seed of Life Extermination!

"While you are in your God of Berserkers Transformation, try to drop some blood on the crystal."

The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe had opened his eyes at some unknown point in time. He was also staring at the black crystal in Su Ming's hand with a grave expression on his face.

A thought appeared in Su Ming's mind. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them after a moment, he was surrounded by souls. They increased in number, and in the blink of an eye, they could no longer be counted. They formed a vast vortex that spun around him, and the one hundred million Berserker souls in it let out soundless roars before charging into his body to fuse with him.

Countless souls fused into Su Ming's arms, legs, and body, creating a huge body of around one hundred feet. The next moment, Su Ming's cultivation base erupted with a bang. An astonishing presence swelled up swiftly from his body, and Su Ming slashed across his index finger with his right thumb without any hesitation. Immediately, a drop of golden blood fell down and landed on the black crystal.

It immediately let out cracking sounds. When it began to crack, the familiar feeling started to change. Su Ming did not know the cause for it; he only felt a hint of unfamiliarity appeared in that familiar sensation. Both feelings intersected with each other and formed a feeling that he could not put into words.

It was as if he was staring at a person whom he knew very well. Su Ming could remember his name and all that, but certain things suddenly changed in front of him. Some features were taken away and some new ones added, which left him in a daze.

"This is indeed a Spirit Refinement Stone! But it isn't complete. It needs two others to make a whole!" the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe said slowly while staring at the black crystal in Su Ming's hand.

"Spirit Refinement Stone is a rare spirit stone from the Ancestral Spirit era. There was only one use for it back in the day—to create the Sacred Vessels of each tribe!

"The more Spirit Refinement Stones were used, the stronger the Sacred Vessels would be. That includes the ring on your finger. It was also created from Spirit Refinement Stones, but less than one hundred were put into it," the old man from Heavenly Spirit Realm explained.

"Why did I previously sense a familiar feeling from this item?"

Su Ming's God of Berserkers Transformation disappeared. When his body returned to normal, he looked at the old man.

"I do not know why you would have a sense of familiarity, but I do know of the three curious aspects of these Spirit Refinement Stones. Perhaps when you understand them, you will have your answer.

"These stones are sentient. Their sentience is the reason why they are used to create the Sacred Vessels of each tribe. If they are given enough time, they might even take life. The life born from that sentience can be remolded. If you know how to use them, you can change them to take the form of what you need.

"The stones might seem like single units, but in truth, during the era of the Ancestral Spirits, all the Spirit Refinement Stones had a strange connection. It's like they are a singular whole. If you a drop of your blood falls on it, you can sense all the other Spirit Refinement Stones with your blood on them.

"This means that you can find the tribe where your blood lies and their Sacred Vessel through a complete Spirit Refinement Stone. It does not matter where the Sacred Vessel is or whether it has shattered, you will be able to find it through this method.

"That is why this is the best item to create a tribe's Sacred Vessel, since it has the characteristic of allowing a legacy to be passed down.

"The second trait is that when you touch a Spirit Refinement Stone, you will have a familiar feeling when you touch another one" The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe cast Su Ming a glance, then at the Spirit Refinement Stone in his hand.

Su Ming was silent. While he stared at the black crystal in his hand, a strange light appeared in his eyes.

The old man's words echoed in his head. Once he linked his words to the familiar feeling from earlier, Su Ming immediately understood that the black stone fragment, the so-called Seed of Life Extermination that had previously resided in his soul, was a Spirit Refinement Stone!

That was why the Spirit Refinement Stone had that faint feeling of familiarity at the start. It came from the Seed of Life Extermination Su Ming hadowned in the past!

Once he had a drop of blood fall on the stone, the unfamiliarity in that familiar feeling was due to Su Ming's blood on the stone. It was not the blood of an Abyss Builder, but the blood of Su Ming's Berserker Body. It was the blood of a Berserker!

A myriad of thoughts ran through Su Ming's head, and a version of truth based on his deductions gradually formed.

An unknown number of years ago, in the age of Successor Spirits, which was the era after the disaster fell on the Antecedental Spirits, an ancient ship descended from space. The old man on the ship represented Dark Dawn's camp, and he brought a Spirit Refinement Stone with him. Perhaps it was unintentional, or maybe it was, but he found a few other fragments.

Those fragments fused with the Spirit Refinement Stone, making it change. Perhaps that transformation had always been supposed to happen, but what mattered was that those fragments were used to serve as nutrients for Seeds of Life Extermination.

Those fragments came from a Sacred Vessel. Perhaps there were many more of them and the old man had just gathered some of them…

But that Sacred Vessel belonged to Great Berserker Tribe, and it was known as the Barren Cauldron…

The Seeds of Life Extermination were now part of the Barren Cauldron while the other fragments were buried in some unknown corner of the universe… Only those who possessed the blood of Berserkers and have been baptized by the ancient Great Berserker Tribe, or rather, only those with the blood of Great Berserker Tribe's Antecedental Spirits could use the Spirit Refinement Stones to locate their tribe's Sacred Vessel.

"Great Berserker Tribe's Sacred Vessel is a cauldron. Among the tribes in Wei, this item was ranked first along with Great Abyss Tribe's Nine Swords and Heavenly Spirit Tribe's Mountain Lake."

There was a nostalgic look on Tian Bai's face when he said that.

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