Chapter 1278: Approaching All Spirits Hall
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Arid Triad, what an existence!
This was a matter he had planned for two eras, and he had exerted a subtle influence over Saint Defier and Dark Dawn to send them out of Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos. They entered a region that could be said to be Arid Triad's second Expanse Cosmos. He waited there in silence, and when the time was right, he used the gap as an entrance and moved into Harmonious Morus Alba. He also attempted to use this method to control three wings, so that the overlapping of the four wings… would arrive ahead of schedule!
'Even I was used by Arid Triad once. The Antecedental Spirit's disaster had appeared in Yin Death Vortex because he wanted to force me into Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos!
'My appearance caused Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos and Arid Triad to arrive at the same wavelength, causing Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos to appear!'
Su Ming's eyes sparkled brilliantly, and there was a fierceness in them. If his cooperation with Harmonious Morus Alba previously only began to form, then right then, Su Ming had completely agreed to cooperate with it.
There was an arrogance in his character!
This arrogance made him become ruthless towards all those who used him and manipulated his life. He made all those people pay. It was the case for Su Xuan Yi, for Di Tian… so why should Arid Triad's will be any different!
"The time for the overlap should have been around three thousand and seven hundred years, but now, it has become only five hundred years. I can only stall it for five hundred years. After that… the four wings will overlap, and the disaster will arrive."
Harmonious Morus Alba's will sighed softly. When its murmurs spread out, Su Ming sank into silence.
What caused him to fall silent was not the five hundred years. Instead, it was the original time for the disaster to descend. The time… was three thousand seven hundred something years.
In fact, Su Ming knew the precise time for it. It should be three thousand seven hundred and twenty years.
The voice of the Rune Spirit in Heavenly Spirit Incense seemed to repeat its words in his again.
"Three thousand seven hundred twenty years later, I will be lit again…"
A hint of determination appeared in Su Ming's face. When he lifted his head, he stared at the galaxy in the distance and said calmly, "I understand. I will help you in this."
"Thank you… Which True World's will do you want to Possess?"
"Which True World directly reflects Arid Triad's Emperor of Abyss?" A strange light shone in Su Ming's eyes when he spoke faintly.
"It is the True World you are currently in… True Sky Hill World."
"I want the will here!" Su Ming said resolutely and without hesitation.
At the moment he said those words, Harmonious Morus Alba's will immediately turned into a storm around him. It surrounded Su Ming and swept through the area with a loud bang. In the blink of an eye, it grew to be ten thousand lis wide before it disappeared without a trace. Only Su Ming's divine sense could sense that the storm had already swept through all of True Sky Hill World. Wherever it went, True Sky Hill World's original will would instantly disappear.
This only lasted for the span of a few breaths. When the storm Harmonious Morus Alba had turned into went past True Sky Hill World, not a single shred of will remained within it.
It turned into an empty space. It was like a body without a soul, and any other soul could occupy it. This was the help Harmonious Morus Alba provided Su Ming, allowing him to Possess a True World in an incredibly easy manner!
The moment True Sky Hill World was void of a will, Su Ming's will spread out and instantly fused into it. His will instantly increased in power exponentially, as if it had received a great supplement and external nourishment. In just the span of a few breaths, Su Ming's will spread through all of Sky Hill, and once he completely occupied it and turned it into his clone, he could clearly sense that the power of his will… had increased by five-tenths!
With three True Worlds' wills, Su Ming instantly rose to a higher state of being, making him feel like a god at that moment!
It didn't if his will, his cultivation base, or his Antecedental Spirit's will took control, they could each make him become a supreme entity. Su Ming's will had become incredibly strong at that moment. His level of cultivation was slightly weaker, but as long as he was successful in multiple spirit ascensions, he could make his will fuse with his cultivation base, and then he could have his Antecedental Spirit's will fuse with his will. In the end, he could make them his will's assistants. From then on… Su Ming would no longer be a cultivator, but an existence with his will as his main concern!
"Please keep to your promise, and I will do the same… I will give you the Butterfly Metamorphosis when you Possess Arid Triad… You only have five hundred years to prepare. During them, I can no longer help you, because I will be in deep sleep. With it, I will fight against Arid Triad so that I can hold it back for five hundred years… for you, and for myself.
"Take care… of yourself."
Harmonious Morus Alba's muffled voice slowly grew weaker. When the lingering echoes of the final four words spread out, Harmonious Morus Alba's will sank into deep sleep and disappeared into the universe. Its Expanse Cosmos, which had previously been frozen for all eternity, returned to normal during that moment.
No one knew that this period of time, which seemed to have only lasted for the blink of an eye, made Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos different from before. Sky Hill had already become one of Su Ming's clones.
In silence, Su Ming lifted his head and looked into the distance. When he took a step forward, he disappeared into space and reached the border connecting Sky Hill and Victory Colony. Then, he walked straight into True Victory Colony World.
Su Ming appeared in the palace belonging to the Child of Morus Alba in True Victory Colony World. He moved forward and did not run into any form of resistance. Even the guards standing beyond the palace immediately worshiped him respectfully once they saw him.
Su Ming walked into the palace and looked around. In silence, he lowered his head and looked at the floor beneath his feet. He lifted his right foot before he placed it down gently. His body immediately fused with the ground and appeared at the bottommost level of the palace, right where the other Yu Xuan slept.
As he stared at her sleeping form, Su Ming examined the face of the woman who was exactly the same as the one in his memories.
He was silent.
He could not take her away, because even his other self who had fused with him had not known of the secrets in Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos. He did not know that this Yu Xuan would have her body and soul destroyed once she was brought out.
Su Ming did not dare take the bet. In silence, he watched the sleeping woman. When he lifted his right hand and swung it, layers of huge seals appeared swiftly, filling the hall with Su Ming's will. When the protections in the place reached their peak, Su Ming cast a glance at the sleeping woman once more before turning around and leaving.
He wanted to go to Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos' All Spirits Hall!
This was Su Ming's final stop while in Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos. He did not want to know who was the third Child of Morus Alba nor did he need to know it. There was no use in knowing whether they were someone familiar to him or just a stranger.
Whichever was the case, it would be better if he did not ask, did not know, and did not see.
Once he understood all of this and no longer allowed it to bother him, Su Ming's heart became very calm, so calm that he felt as if he had returned to the carefree childhood years when he was in Dark Mountain. However, the calmness he experienced at that time was because he had yet to experience life and he was as blank as a sheet of paper.
Yet now, countless pictures had already appeared on the white sheet of paper. Too many vicissitudes of life had been written down, and it already had wrinkles of time, but due to the changes, Su Ming felt as if he had seen through all the splendor in the world and understood the real meaning behind it, and that was why he was calm.
He slowly walked through the galaxy. He moved through Victory Colony, walked past Sky Hill, and arrived in True Immortal Sect World.
He stared at the now empty wasteland that was True Immortal Sect World and walked calmly through it until… he came to the All Spirits Hall reflecting the All Spirits Hall in Arid Triad's True Morning Dao World.
Or rather, there was no All Spirits Hall in Immortal Sect, because the huge talisman was not there.
Su Ming stared at the empty galaxy and closed his eyes.
There was indeed no talisman here… but if Su Ming needed it, it would appear, because this was an Expanse Cosmos in the mirror, while Arid Triad was beyond the mirror, and if there could be two forms of the exact same life within and outside the mirror, there was no exception to the All Spirits Hall.
When he closed his eyes, Su Ming took a step forward. Then another step, and another. When he placed his foot down for the third step, his body contorted. He disappeared from the galaxy, and when he reappeared, he was already in a world he was familiar with.
White fog filled the entire world, and no end could be seen of it. He could not see into the distance, and he could not see any lives in the fog.
This was All Spirits Hall. Perhaps it was Arid Triad's All Spirits Hall, but it could also belong to Harmonious Morus Alba. Su Ming did not look into this too deeply. It did not matter to which side the hall belonged. As long as it existed, it was enough.
With a step forward, Su Ming turned into a long arc and flew forward in the direction he remembered. He did not seem to be fast, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.
As he charged forward, the fog underneath instantly started tumbling, as if Su Ming's arrival had caused some changes. In the blink of an eye, red fog was about to appear.
Red fog was the most terrifying sign in the world in All Spirits Hall. When Su Ming ran into this red fog in the past, he had to use his fastest speed to avoid it, or else his life would be in danger.
But right then…
The moment the red fog appeared, Su Ming let out a cold harrumph. He lifted his right hand and swung his arm downwards. With it, storms immediately raged. Booming sounds shook the sky and earth. The fog started tumbling backwards with loud rumbles. It looked like the storm was about to wipe it off.
The countless ferocious beasts in the blood-red fog instantly broke down and exploded. They became part of the blood fog, but they still could not stop the fog from dissipating.
At that moment, shrill roars traveled through the air. The sky distorted. A vast hall with an ancient and decaying air had one of its corners descend at the end of the sky. At the same time, a large number of lives who looked like spirits and who had dazed expressions on their faces came out from the hall to charge towards Su Ming.
Figures who were as thin as mummies, as tall as mountains, and who held long spears in their hands appeared. They raised the long spears in their hands, and waves of murderous aura filled the universe.
Almost in an instant, a large number of people who had failed their spirit ascension and turned into either spirits or other forms of physical entities charged towards Su Ming ferociously from all around him.
Su Ming's expression remained calm. He stared at the strange life forms who had forced him to flee and would have killed him if he had not run into an old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe before. His expression was calm, but a fierce look appeared in his eyes. With a swing of his arm, he said calmly, "Get lost!"
The world roared. With just two words, it sounded as if thunder that was a million times stronger than normal roared in the sky. Its mighty pressure swept through the land, causing the dazed and ferocious spirits as well as the spear-wielding mummies to shudder, and the forms and spirits of quite a number of them were instantly destroyed while the world rumbled.
The entire world instantly filled with a dead silence after the thunderous rumble… In the next breath, great terror appeared on the faces of all the spirits and mummies. Then, without any hesitation, just like how they had reacted when the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe showed up, they instantly fell back and dispersed.
Chapter 1279: The Sovereign of Dawn Descends
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
'If this is the other All Spirits Hall… then would there be another Tian Bai here as well?'
Su Ming stared at the terrified, shocked, and fleeing spirits and mummies in the sky. With a calm expression, he turned his head and looked into the distance.
A contemplative expression appeared on his face. Su Ming took a step forward before he instantly vanished. When he appeared, he was already standing in a place far away. There was a mountain where he stood.
Su Ming was familiar with it. It was precisely the mountain in which the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe had been located. However… when Su Ming swept his divine sense across the area, he did not detect even a single hint of familiarity.
'Perhaps there is indeed another Tian Bai… but it's rather unlikely that he is still here.'
Su Ming shook his head. Arid Triad and Harmonious Morus Alba might have two versions of the same lives, but even if they were the same lives, they lived different lives.
It was obvious from the other Su Ming, who was a Child of Morus Alba.
With a shake of his head, Su Ming turned into a long arc that left into the distant sky. When he appeared at the ruins of Great Berserker Tribe, which was the place where he had went through his first spirit ascension, Su Ming moved onto the towering Spirit Ascension Platform. He swung his arm and sat down cross-legged.
The wind was very strong, and it was especially so when on the towering Spirit Ascension Platform. He could even hear the wind moaning in his ears.
Su Ming's long hair moved in the air. His robes fluttered with loud whooshing of the wind. A brilliant light shone in his eyes, and he lifted his head and stared at the sky with a hint of resolve and determination.
"Spirit ascension!"
As brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes, his voice traveled through the entire world. At the moment he spoke, the power of the Berserkers immediately erupted with a bang from his body. It turned into ripples that spread in all directions.
Based on the path of spirit ascension he had experienced before, Su Ming activated the presence for the All Spirits Hall to descend on his own. The world rumbled, and the sky distorted as if it was about to be torn apart. A huge hall descended with a bang. It was golden and radiating with a piercing light that caused the entire world to tremble.
A broken hall filled with the living spirits who failed in their spirit ascension could also be seen nearby; it was the Spirit Descension Hall! However, compared to the huge golden hall, the difference in size between the two halls was incredibly huge. They were like a child and a huge man standing side by side.
When the golden hall shone with a golden light that reached one hundred thousand feet to envelop the world, Su Ming saw a familiar sign standing tall in front of the hall. Two words were carved on it.
All Spirits!
Su Ming's pupils shrank slightly. A hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his lips. Only one Spirit Descension Hall appeared, which meant that Su Ming's assumption was correct. This All Spirits Hall was indeed not the All Spirits Hall he had went to in the past, but the one that existed in Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos.
The number of times a person had his spirit ascend would cause a different number of Spirit Descension Halls to appear. The All Spirits Hall was not counted. Right then, there was only one Spirit Descension Hall, which meant… that Su Ming could have his spirit go through the first ascension one more time!
At that moment, as the light from the hall shone at a brilliant degree, thousands of Ancestral Spirits instantly appeared!
There were ten rows of them. There were men and women, and all of them were dressed in ancient, simple robes as they levitated beyond the golden hall.
The person right at the top shone with a golden light that spread one hundred thousand feet. He was filled with a suffocating, mighty pressure. Beneath him were three people, and beneath them were eight, then seventeen, then thirty-nine, then eighty-six, and at the end there were eight hundred and eighty one people.
Two thousand six hundred and three positions of Ancestral Spirits!
Su Ming sat on the Spirit Ascension Platform with brightly sparkling eyes as his gaze moved towards the 781st Ancestral Spirit at the lowest row.
Su Ming had already inherited this Ancestral Spirit when he was in Arid Triad's All Spirits Hall. But right then, he was going to inherit it again. Confidence appeared on his face, and he slowly stood up.
"Today… I will have my spirit ascend until I reach my limits in this place."
As Su Ming mumbled to himself, he swiftly flew to the 781st position on the bottom row and instantly drew close to it.
Su Ming touched the Ancestral Spirit, and loud booms surged into the sky. Su Ming jolted. A brilliant light appeared in his eyes. His body shuddered slightly, but his expression remained the same and did not change.
His aura increased swiftly during that moment. The feeling of becoming powerful instantly rose in his body. As he fused with the Ancestral Spirit and absorbed it, an astonishing pressure erupted from him.
The feeling that he was becoming increasingly stronger without stop made Su Ming throw his head back and roar. As he did so, not only did the strength of his physical body increase exponentially, the strength of his soul, his state of being, and his cultivation base also rose until he completely surpassed his previous power and stepped into a new Realm.
Su Ming could not tell what Realm it was, but he could sense that as he grew stronger, the 781st Ancestral Spirit was rapidly disappearing before his eyes.
It was not an illusory disappearance. He was… truly disappearing. It felt like if Su Ming had the Ancestral Spirit fuse with him completely, then from that moment onwards, one of the Ancestral Spirits would be eternally gone from the All Spirits Hall.
From then onwards, no one else could merge with it. This was something that had never happened before since ancient times. Su Ming was completely inheriting and absorbing the legacy of the Ancestral Spirit.
Several hours passed. When the 781st Ancestral Spirit completely disappeared, a powerful presence that was difficult to put to words erupted from Su Ming's body. It was so strong that it caused everything in the area around Su Ming to distort. If he wanted to destroy the world, he could instantly make it crumble.
Because of that strength, Su Ming felt that even if he had to fight against the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe, he could do so confidently. He had experienced a complete first spirit ascension, and it was equivalent to having his spirit ascend twice in an incomplete manner!
But if that was all, Su Ming could not fight against someone from Avacaniya Realm, much less fight against the old man from Heavenly Spirit Realm… However, Su Ming had the wills of three True Worlds with him. His will was so strong that it could support him in doing everything.
And what could… those in Avacaniya Realm even do to him?!
Spirit ascension was in itself a shortcut, a legacy that was similar to cheating. It turned the powerful warriors of the previous aeon into the cause, and those who received the inheritance were their effect. The legacy created a karmic path that created lives who were incredibly powerful!
This was a legacy. It was also another form of resistance and struggle against the destruction when the disaster descended from the cultivators of the previous aeon. They fought back against heaven, unwilling to admit defeat. Perhaps their method was not as effective as those of the cultivator who became Arid Triad… but this was also a form of resistance, a form of madness.
Since they could not avoid being destroyed, then it would better… that they turned themselves into a legacy so that their descendants, the people of the next aeon, could obtain the power required to struggle and fight back through a shortcut!
This was the reason why the All Spirits Hall was created!
Perhaps… All Spirits Hall seemed to have been created by the Ancestral Spirits of the previous aeon, who were cultivators who survived the disaster of the previous aeon, but Su Ming, who had learned of the secrets of Harmonious Morus Alba and Arid Triad, had his own thoughts about it.
It was likely that the Ancestral Spirits had used a special method to survive through the disaster, but there was also a possibility that they had completely fused with their self from Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos.
This was a guess. Su Ming did not know the precise answer, since it was difficult for anyone to know the secrets hidden in the passage of time.
But Su Ming obtained a verification for his other guess, which was that the All Spirits Hall was not created by the cultivators of the Ancestral Spirits' era. Instead… it was already created a long, long time ago, aeons before the era of the Ancestral Spirits.
The two thousand something Ancestral Spirits in All Spirits Hall were a gathering of all the most powerful warriors from countless aeons. They might have already died, but their power had been passed down through the aeons, accumulating for an endless amount of time so that they could give a chance for their descendants… to rush out of all of this.
This was a strong feeling Su Ming obtained in his head after he completely fused with the 781st Ancestral Spirit. A brilliant light shone in his eyes. With one move and without any hesitation, he chose… to have his spirit ascend a second time!!
563!
The 563rd position in the second to last row was Su Ming's choice. He instantly touched the Ancestral Spirit there.
It was an old man with an ancient face. At the instant Su Ming's body touched his, a shocking presence erupted from the position where the Ancestral Spirit that was the old man stood.
"Second spirit ascension." Determination appeared on Su Ming's face, and he sucked in a deep breath!
…..
While Su Ming was in the All Spirits Hall in Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos to go through his second spirit ascension, the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier gathered at the huge gap in True Morning Dao World.
They surrounded the area and formed a huge Rune to make the gap tear further. It grew bigger, and the cultivators could constantly descend from it.
This was Saint Defier and Dark Dawn's core in Arid Triad. As long as they could defend this place, they could have a continuous stream of cultivators appear in Arid Triad.
Yet during that moment, no cultivators descended from Arid Triad's gap, which was a rare sight to be seen. All the cultivators from Dark Dawn in the area knelt with zealous expressions. As for the cultivators from Saint Defier, they had dark looks on their faces but were not saying a single word.
Time trickled by. After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a loud, world-shaking bang suddenly traveled through all of True Morning Dao World. Once that sound appeared, a sea of white bones descended from the gap with loud bangs.
In the sea of white bones was a middle-aged man in black robes. With a cold and indifferent face, he walked out of the gap and descended in Arid Triad.
At the instant he came down, True Morning Dao World trembled. Even True Sacred Yin World, the Emperor of Abyss' True World, and the Fourth True World shuddered at the instant this person appeared, as if they could not handle the faintly discernible, heinous mighty pressure spreading out from his body.
"Greetings, Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei!"
The voices of all the cultivators from Dark Dawn instantly shot into space like thunder. They were like waves filled with great respect and fanaticism. His appearance was the same as the arrival of a sovereign to all the cultivators in Dark Dawn's camp!
Chapter 1280: Spirit Ascension Again!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Su Ming lifted his head and roared towards the sky while next to the All Spirits Hall within Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos. His roars were filled with a shocking presence that spoke of their owner suffering intense pain that was difficult to describe.
As the voice echoed, Su Ming's cultivation base erupted again. This time, the sky instantly distorter, and the world looked like it could no longer bear the pressure and was about to crumble. However, it only looked to be so. It did not truly crumble for real.
However, this scene was enough to show off Su Ming's cultivation base. The power of his soul and his state of being increased at a maddening pace, as if he was going through a metamorphosis when he went through his second spirit ascension.
If Su Ming did not include the wills of the three True Worlds, then with this explosive increase, his current self would be… infinitesimally close to Avacaniya Realm!
Three spirit ascensions, and he could stand on equal footing with those in Avacaniya Realm!
Even though Su Ming was going through his spirit ascension in the second to last row, it was more accurate to say that he was already going through his third spirit ascension!
Su Ming could clearly sense his own strength, which was increasing at an indescribable, maddening speed. If anyone saw this increase in power, they would definitely be shocked.
Cracks soon came from Su Ming's body. Fresh black blood flowed out from his body, and Su Ming's presence became stronger.
The Ancestral Spirit he fused with gradually became darker, as if all that which it wanted to pass down as an inheritance had fused into Su Ming's body to become a part that could not be separated from his state of being.
During that moment, scenes that were not part of his memories appeared in Su Ming's head. They were the old man's memories, and they spoke… of a time that did not belong to the previous aeon, but was three aeons before Su Ming's!
Back then, the old man was the ruler of a cultivation country. There were no sects in there, and all the cultivators in the country were one. In the end, the old man reached Avacaniya Realm, and he was so strong that he was one of the most powerful in his aeon.
The memories stopped when the disaster descended…
Su Ming had no idea how much time passed. When his mind cleared, he saw the position where the old Ancestral Spirit had stood now empty, and a very prominent ancient look appeared in Su Ming's eyes, as if he had lived through another life.
The cracks on his body had already disappeared. The strength of his physical body had already reached a state where his ring could no longer injure him. His soul and his cultivation base could already affect those in Avacaniya Realm.
If he added his most powerful and fiercest weapon—his will—he could suppress those in Avanicaya Realm, and it would not be difficult.
But all of this… was still not Su Ming's limit. He lifted his head. At the instant the position of the old Ancestral Spirit disappeared, his gaze landed on the 371st position at the third row from the last.
It was a young man with a pale face, who looked rather sickly. His eyes were closed, and among the hundreds of Ancestral Spirits at the third row from the last, he did not seem eye-catching, but when Su Ming cast his gaze on him, he felt as if his soul was being summoned.
"Third spirit ascension!"
Feeling his own great cultivation base, Su Ming lifted his foot and instantly moved to the 371st position at the third row from the last for his third spirit ascension in this place.
When he went through his first spirit ascension, he had not been worthy enough, which was why he had to stop once he went through it. He could not continue in one go, but it was different now. Su Ming possessed the right to have his spirit ascend five times. That was why he was going to ascend continuously until he reached his limit.
He moved and instantly came into contact with the 371st position at the third row. In an instant, Su Ming's entire body, soul, cultivation base, and everything about him shuddered violently. Waves of jumbled up thoughts surged into his mind. At the same time, a sharp pain as if he was about to crumble spread through his body.
Under the attack of all the thoughts, Su Ming felt as if his soul was about to shatter to pieces. His cultivation base, too, became chaotic, as if this spirit ascension was going to be different.
Su Ming had been prepared for this beforehand. The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe had mentioned that three spirit ascensions was equivalent to reaching Avacaniya Realm. Since that was the case, it was obvious that the third spirit ascension would be incredibly difficult. Similarly, the effect it would have on him would be incredibly great as well.
It might be difficult, but Su Ming was confident that he could completely absorb the legacy, because he was not using the foundation of someone who had gone through two spirit ascensions to challenge the third spirit ascension, but was performing the third stage of the spirit ascension after having his spirit ascend a total of three times from both Expanse Cosmoses!
That was why when the pain in his body caused Su Ming's expression to distort slightly, he managed to resist it. Red appeared in his eyes. As his body shuddered, it continued becoming stronger at an even faster pace than before.
As the pain spread through him, he also become more confident, because he was becoming stronger. Su Ming simply allowed time to pass, and with every ounce of his power, he absorbed all the legacies from this position, be it from his soul or his cultivation base. The tests he went through, the splitting of his soul and subsequent fusion, and everything else made Su Ming feel as if a period so long that it felt like ten thousand years had passed, but in truth, it had only been six hours.
After six hours, the Ancestral Spirit in front of Su Ming became so faded away that it looked like it was transparent. When it completely fused with Su Ming, he sucked in a deep breath and slowly lowered his head to stare at his right hand, which he gradually tightened into a fist.
He stared at it, and a hint of a smile appeared on his lips. There was a ghastly, cold chill to it, and great confidence showed up on Su Ming's face.
"So Avacaniya is a form of splitting up and being created. I was separated into countless parts, and each part could be turned into a complete version of myself. Which means… when I throw this punch, my fist will be split into countless portions before they are remade to form one single part. It might seem like one single punch, but in truth… I wonder if an average cultivator in Avacaniya Realm will be able… to withstand this punch."
As Su Ming mumbled, fighting spirit appeared in his eyes. It was a pity that he did not have an opponent around him, or else he would have tested just how strong his fist was!
"The strength of my physical body works in the same principle. I can instantly divide into countless parts and instantly regroup. I can even be said to be… imperishable!
"My cultivation base is also the same. As long as I have a single hint of it left, I can instantly become whole. In this Realm, I can create the sky, the earth, mountains, and rivers. I can make multiple galaxies manifest. As expected… of Avacaniya Realm."
As Su Ming mumbled to himself, he lifted his head and looked at the fourth row from the last. Once he swept his gaze across it, his eyes locked on the 248th position.
There stood a middle-aged man dressed in a long black robe. Waves of chilling aura spread out from him. Almost every single Ancestral Spirit in this row exuded a powerful, mighty pressure, and if anyone took a closer look, they would find that the mighty pressure from each of them surpassed those in Avacaniya Realm!
"Fourth spirit ascension!"
Brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes. He moved without hesitation, instantly going to the endless golden light to appear right next to the fourth row, and with another move, he approached the 248th position.
The remnants of Great Berserker Tribe had left behind six numbers. During their repeated tests, they had proved the numbers' accuracy. There might only be six of them, but even if there was only six, it was enough for Su Ming to avoid plenty of dangers and walk the correct path.
It was incredibly rare for the tribes in the second generation to be able to determine the first six numbers like Great Berserker Tribe had done, and even pass it down without error.
Su Ming stared at the Ancestral Spirit in front of him. As he observed the black robed middle-aged man, he lifted his right hand, and without any hesitation, he pushed his palm against the center of the Ancestral Spirit's brow. At the moment his palm came into contact with the middle-aged man, Su Ming felt his entire body instantly become cold. The next instant… a large amount of cold air appeared on his skin, and Su Ming turned into a block of ice, and even the Ancestral Spirit was frozen in it.
Time passed. Two hours later, Su Ming was still in the ice block, not moving, but more chilling aura seemed to be seeping out of his body, causing another layer of ice to appear around him.
However, the difference was that the first layer of ice belonged to the Ancestral Spirit, and the second layer to Su Ming.
Slowly, the Ancestral Spirit became faint, semi-transparent as the legacy contained in it was being rapidly absorbed by Su Ming.
He also absorbed the Ancestral Spirit's remaining memories. They were from an aeon that was even further away from Su Ming's time and revealed the middle-aged man���s brilliant life.
The memories of his life contained everything about him—his love, hate, regret, wildness, and arrogance. Su Ming obtained all his memories until the disaster of that aeon arrived. The man had then lifted his head and looked at the universe, and as he laughed with madness, he chose to obey the ancient legacy, to turn everything about himself into a figure of an Ancestral Spirit standing in a position in All Spirits Hall. He would not let himself die for nothing. He would use his death so a descendant in an unknown aeon could have a chance to succeed!
"If anyone will succeed, destroy Arid Triad so that our sacrifices won't be in vain!"
Su Ming's heart trembled. The ice block around him instantly shattered. Once it was replaced by the ice made by the freezing air coming from Su Ming's body, it gradually melted, and the middle-aged man's position beside Su Ming had already become empty.
Su Ming was silent. He now had quite a number of memories in his mind. After a long while, a fierce look appeared in his eyes. He slowly nodded, as if he was making a promise to a senior. After a long while, he looked up, straight towards the fifth row of Ancestral Spirits.
"I should be able to perform my fifth spirit ascension!"
…..
When the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei of Dark Dawn descended in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos, the sea of white bones filled the galaxy. Countless cultivators from Dark Dawn worshiped him. The cultivators of Saint Defier lowered their heads in silence.
At that moment, the black-robed Sovereign of Dawn spoke with a ghastly and aloof voice from the sea of white bones.
"I have descended. Based on our promise, the cultivators of Saint Defier have to listen to my commands. During the first five hundred years, you will obey all of my orders!
"My first order… is to completely occupy True Morning Dao World. Destroy that weak Ninth Sect! I will permit the Spirit Paragon to attack and crush the Ninth Summit!"
Chapter 1281: Leaving Harmonious Morus Alba
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The fifth spirit ascension. The fifth row. The 79th position. At the instant Su Ming touched it and fused with it, his aura filled the entire world in an unprecedented manner.
The ground trembled, and the fog tumbled. Five Spirit Descension Halls descended around Su Ming. The All Spirits were still before him, shining brightly compared to the dull Spirit Descension Halls.
Su Ming fused with the Ancestral Spirit. Several hours later, when the Ancestral Spirit in front of him disappeared from his position in the fifth row, an astonishing, mighty pressure erupted from Su Ming's body. It was so strong that it instantly caused all the Ancestral Spirits beneath the fifth row to lower their heads together.
The All Spirits Hall in the sky became dimmer, and the Spirit Descension Halls became barely discernible, as if they could not withstand the great pressure from Su Ming.
His strength was unprecedented. At that moment, he might seem to have only had his spirit ascend five times, but in truth, he had already ascended six times! In fact, when Su Ming returned to Arid Triad and went to All Spirits Hall there… he would have his spirit ascend ten times!
He would then be an existence who surpassed the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe. In fact, if Su Ming, with his current power, gathered his will and cultivation base together, then he would have reached… a state at which he could stand on equal grounds with the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe. In fact, in some sense, Su Ming had already surpassed the old man.
Su Ming's expression was calm. He closed his eyes in midair and did not choose to continue having his spirit ascend, because he could feel that he had reached a state of fullness again. He knew that this was his limit as of then. If he went through his sixth spirit ascension, it would be impossible for him to succeed.
If he wanted to succeed again, he needed to return to Arid Triad and turn the Emperor of Abyss' True World into his own will. With the wills of four True Worlds gathered on his person, Su Ming would have the confidence to go through his sixth and seventh spirit ascensions.
After a long while, Su Ming opened his eyes. There was a sparkle of life in his gaze. All his aura was kept in his body, which made him appear a mortal, but when he stood there, he looked as if the entire world served as a background for him.
In truth, this would not be the only place where this would happen. At that moment, no matter where Su Ming was, the world where he was located would bow down and worship him.
His state of being had already surpassed that of a True World, and he was only second to Arid Triad and Harmonious Morus Alba. Perhaps… there had been quite a number of cultivators who were stronger than Su Ming during the various eras in the passage of time… but besides Arid Triad, there was no other person who could reach Su Ming's state of being during the countless years the universe had existed. In this aspect, Su Ming was already near the peak.
It would be difficult for him to find an opponent unless he ran into old monsters who had hidden themselves incredibly well in Saint Defier and Dark Dawn. Only they might be able to fight against Su Ming. Besides those select few people, only the powerful warriors of the previous eras who could only wake up one hundred years before the disaster could catch Su Ming's attention.
Those people had lived for far too long, and their power had accumulated to an incredibly terrifying degree. They were existences who could not be destroyed by the disaster, so only they had the right to be regarded with importance by Su Ming.
After all, Su Ming was now the same as them. They were complete and imperishable even in the face of disaster, but Su Ming did not want to be an existence gasping for the last breaths of his life. He did not want everything by his side to be destroyed, and did not want to roar at the skies while he held a corpse in his arms, just like what the secrets of the universe had showed him. What he wanted was to change all of that.
In silence, Su Ming swung his arm, and the golden light in the sky disappeared. The All Spirits Hall vanished, and the world returned to normal. Su Ming took a step forward with a calm expression. He disappeared from the world, and when he reappeared, he had already returned to True Immortal Sect World.
"It's time for me to leave this place and return to True Morning Dao World."
Su Ming lifted his head to look at the direction of Bright Yang Vortex, and when he muttered these words to himself faintly, he took a step forward.
With one step, the True World started rotating in reverse. Since True Immortal Sect World belonged to Su Ming, as long as Su Ming sent his will outwards to any spot in this True World, he would be able to reach the place he wanted in an instant.
He stared at the continuously rotating Bright Yang Vortex before turning into a long arc. He entered the vortex and disappeared without a trace.
Su Ming was so quick while moving through the vortex that he surpassed his previous speed by several times. It could be said that before he entered Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos, while Su Ming was strong, his strength was still limited, but at that moment, he had surpassed his previous self numerous times, regardless of whether it was in terms of his will or his cultivation base. The difference between his current self and past self was like the sky and earth.
If the previous Su Ming ran into a cultivator in Avacaniya Realm, he could fight against them, albeit with great difficulty, but right then… those in Avacaniya Realm were nothing to him.
Only if they were people who had already gained incredibly high attainments in Avacaniya Realm would they be able to make Su Ming slightly serious. An average cultivator in Avacaniya Realm… Well, Su Ming might not have tested it out, but he wondered how many breaths it would take to kill them.
Su Ming kept on charging through the vortex, which did not have any sort of suction force. It did not matter whether it came from above or if it was the mighty pressure from below, for all of them were extremely weak before Su Ming. He did not even need to touch them with his own body. He only needed to have his will spread out from him, and all of it would immediately be crushed and broken down.
In just a few breaths, Su Ming had already closed in on the spot where he had initially stood against the Antecedental Spirit's disaster. At the instant he passed by the place, he came to a swift stop. He examined the area quietly, and a gloomy look gradually appeared on his face.
He could sense a faint wave of aura of death. It did not belong to the world in the vortex, but to someone Su Ming was familiar with… the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe.
"He failed…"
Su Ming sighed softly. In truth, once he learned of the truth about Arid Triad, he already knew that even if the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe wanted to take revenge on the Arid Disaster, it would be impossible for him to succeed.
As he shook his head, Su Ming turned to leave, but his expression suddenly changed. He lifted his right hand and seized the air towards the vortices on his right. With it, the sky in the vortex that hung over 3000th world instantly turned dark. It was covered by Su Ming's palm, which now hung above an ocean world. Once the sky turned into Su Ming's palm, he swiftly seized what was below.
As the ocean shuddered, it instantly broke down to reveal a drop of blood within it. When Su Ming caught it and was about to pull his hand back, a red bolt of lightning swiftly charged down at his palm.
This was the Antecedental Spirit's disaster. At the moment the red bolt of lightning approached him, Su Ming raised his right index finger and flicked it away. With a loud bang, the lightning bolt crumbled.
Su Ming's right hand was completely unharmed. When he pulled his arm back from the 3000th world, the drop of blood was completely unharmed while it lay in his palm. Su Ming could sense the mark of life belonging to the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe.
With the drop of blood around, the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe would not have truly died. If he fused with his other self in Harmonious Morus Alba Expanse Cosmos, there might be a chance for him to be resurrected.
Su Ming closed his fingers and put away the drop of blood before he turned into a long arc that charged towards Yin Death Vortex. He rushed forward, drawing closer to the exit. Swiftly, he got closer and closer to Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos and True Morning Dao World.
Chapter 1282: You Have to Fight For Your Own Life
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Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos, True Morning Dao World!
At that moment, around the land originally belonging to Morning Dao World that was used for the Ninth Summit were countless cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn. They had surrounded the one hundred something cores of the Runes hidden in space.
Right at the center of those cultivators was a distortion in space that was about one hundred thousand feet wide. Mountains, rivers, land, and floating continents could be vaguely seen there. That was… where the Ninth Summit was located.
That distortion of one hundred thousand feet wide was a gap the cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn were going to forcibly tear open. Once it was created, the cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn could instantly tear through space like a swarm of bees… and step into the dimension where Morning Dao Sect was originally located and where Ninth Summit currently was.
As space distorted, from the distance, it looked as if the incredibly fragile spot had countless lightning sparks swimming in it.
This sort of attack had lasted for a very long time, but during the past three days, due to the appearance of nine faceless men in white robes, the attacks reached their climax.
The nine people dressed in white robes had incredibly bizarre faces. There was nothing on them. They had no eyes and no other features. They were just like white jade slips.
The nine gave off the feeling as if they did not have any sort of cultivation base and were just like mortals, but the mighty pressure spreading out from them was incredibly shocking. By the way the cultivators around them glanced at them, anyone with eyes could see the respect they had for those nine people.
The nine were dressed in white robes, but there were slight differences in their robes. Five of them had the mark of the moon, and the other four the mark of the sun.
They stood next to the edge of the distorted area. They did not use any sort of divine abilities, but if anyone took a closer look, they would be able to see that the fluctuations of the distortions were the strongest in this area. The distortions in space were the final layer of the Runes Hu Zi had laid out, but… due to the nine people's existence, the space in the Rune distorted and became faint. In fact, if anyone stood in the distance and looked, they would have a very strong feeling… that the nine people were like nails.
It looked like the nine people were nails that had struck the final layer of the Rune Hu Zi had set beyond Ninth Summit. It was also precisely because of them that the Rune constantly grew weaker.
Standing behind the nine were the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier, and some distance away from them was a sea of white bones levitating in space. It was not located too far away, and it allowed whoever was on it to be able to see everything in the battlefield.
Leaning against a bone among the large number of white bones was a long-haired man in black robes. He had a handsome face and was filled with a strange presence. In his hands he held a wine cup, from which he would occasionally take a sip, as if all the effects this particular galaxy had on him were so incredibly weak that they might as well have not existed.
Around the black-robed man were ten black-robed people standing respectfully, who looked like guards. They were coldly staring at the distortions in space.
The black-robed man smiled faintly. He took a sip of his wine before he said, "Interesting. In just one more day, the Rune will shatter, and we'll torture the cultivators there slowly while they writhe in despair. Once we kill them after that, their souls will taste even better."
The man was so strong that even if he did not send his aura outwards, he could make it seem as if space could not bear with his presence. Signs of its destruction continuously appeared around him.
Needless to say, he was the strongest person who had descended in Arid Triad from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn's camp—Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei, one of the three sovereigns of Dark Dawn!
However, the person currently sitting on the bones was not the sovereign's real form, but one of his two great clones. At the instant his real form descended, he headed off somewhere, though no one knew where he went. One of his clones remained in True Morning Dao World, while the other went to the mysterious Fourth True World.
They might be just clones, but they had also reached Avacaniya Realm, or else it would be impossible for Yan Pei to be known as one of the sovereigns of Dark Dawn.
While the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei drank his wine and watched the Rune of the Ninth Summit contort in the distance, no one, including the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei, noticed a figure standing in the space on the other side of the contorting one hundred thousand feet Rune. The person was watching all of them coldly.
Su Ming had come almost two hours ago. This was his True World, so nothing in it could escape his grasp. In fact, Su Ming only needed to think, and he could move to any region he wanted. Once he walked out of Yin Death Vortex, he immediately knew everything that had happened in True Morning Dao World.
He did not chase away the cultivators from Saint Defier or Dark Dawn. Su Ming only stood quietly in space and watched the contorting Rune of the Ninth Summit while it was continuously attacked.
When Su Ming reached his current level of cultivation and possessed the wills of three Great True Worlds, all lives became simply a part of the universe rising and falling in his eyes. If someone lived, then someone else had to die, and only if someone died would someone else get to live. This was a law. Su Ming did not want to change it, and he would not interfere with it too much.
It did not matter whether it was Dark Dawn or Saint Defier, for both of them belonged to Arid Triad. It was just that as of current, they had moved from Arid Triad's second world to his first.
Based on what Su Ming could sense due to becoming a higher state of being and understanding more things, the feeling that his world was being invaded by Arid Triad had diminished greatly. All of it was a plan by Arid Triad to eventually invade Harmonious Morus Alba and completely Possess it.
All lives were chess pieces. Even if some of them believed that they had become players, on the larger scale of things, they were still only chess pieces in other people's eyes.
This was a sad truth, but also a form of law.
'If you don't go through storms and blizzards, how can you possibly grow? If you don't go through trials, how can you rise to glory? If you… don't go through life and death situations, you are just like an unsharpened sword!'
Su Ming stared at Ninth Summit with a calm expression. He could stop all of this from happening and could make it so that not a single life from Ninth Summit was lost. He could put a complete stop to this disaster.
But what was the use in doing all of that? Even if Su Ming could put a stop to this disaster and the next and even the third, there would still be one disaster in the end which he could not stop.
Those who were protected would never be able to grow up. Only those who experienced life and death situations, difficulties, and trials would have powerful spirits and strength. Only such a person would be able to stand their ground and support the world on their own.
It was exactly what he had told to the Berserkers. At that moment, Su Ming quietly watched everything that happened before him, because he wanted Ninth Summit to go through a trial.
This was a battle, and there would be more battles they would have to face in the future. If Ninth Summit and the Berserkers wanted to get used to living through battles as well as survive in the world of cultivators, where the strong preyed on the weak, then had to experience every trial in existence.
If they could not get used to it, then Su Ming would attack and provide a protection that would give them no future but allow them to remain for some five hundred years. At that time, the disaster would arrive. If Su Ming succeeded, then all would be good, but if he did not, it would be fine as well. Everything would probably be reduced to nothingness.
They had to fight for their own Lives, for the ones provided by others might not be what they truly wanted. Su Ming never understood this in the past, but right then, he did.
Perhaps it would hurt. Perhaps there would be quite a large number of people who would die… but this was the path that had to be taken if a person wanted to become a powerful warrior.
The only thing he could do was make the battle a little fairer. Su Ming could not increase the levels of cultivation for the cultivators in Ninth Summit and the Berserkers in an instant, but he could… suppress the levels of cultivation of those from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier, so that their levels of cultivation would match those from Ninth Summit.
To Su Ming, this was very easy.
When the day went by and an astonishing bang filled the entire galaxy, the ferocious roars from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier served as the accompaniment for it. The sound came from the last Rune Hu Zi had set for Ninth Summit breaking down. At the instant it collapsed, a large number of cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier instantly charged into the gap leading to Ninth Summit, which was created when the Rune broke down.
Once the Rune crumbled, hundreds of thousands of cultivators gathered in Ninth Summit. They squared their shoulders and prepared to fight against the cultivators charging towards them with the killing intent boiling in them from their willingness to fight back and struggle.
At that time, there was still no one who was worthy of seeing Su Ming in True Morning Dao World. He lifted his right hand and casually pushed in the direction of the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier.
With it, all of True Morning Dao World shuddered. The tremors were quiet, but they formed an indescribably great mighty pressure that descended in space, causing True Morning Dao World to immediately become much heavier. It made the hearts of all the cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn tremble. They came to an abrupt halt, and shock appeared on their faces.
All the cultivators felt as if they had become several times heavier, causing all of them to feel heavy and sluggish. In fact, they had a feeling that the circulation of their cultivation base was no longer smooth. It was as if all of True Morning Dao World was pressing on them at that moment.
Once the Rune crumbled, the hundreds of thousands of cultivators from Ninth Summit jolted as well. Shock appeared on their faces, and all of them stopped instead of rushing out.
As the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier were shocked, the nine white-robed, faceless people shuddered violently. There were roars echoing in their bodies, and they looked as if they were fighting against something.
Further into the distance were the ten black-robed men around Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei. All of their expressions had changed drastically. Their pupils had shrank, and a bright, brilliant light shone in their eyes. The Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei had his wine cup lifted and was about to taste the wine when he stopped moving. He lifted his head slowly, and a ferocious look appeared at the corners of his lips.
"Which fellow Daoist has descended and disturbed this True World's will, making it suppress us? You… what gave you the courage to stand against those of us from Dark Dawn? How dare you provoke me?!"
The Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei's voice was ghastly. When it rang out in the air, the entire galaxy trembled violently. The mighty pressure that descended in the area even showed signs of lessening.
The Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei still held the wine cup in his left hand while his right hand was on the white bone by the side. A dark green light appeared in his eyes. It swept through the entire galaxy… but he could find nothing!
Chapter 1283: Now, It's Fair
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei's voice spread out, quite a large amount of the mighty pressure that had descended in True Morning Dao World scattered. This was the astonishing divine sense formed by the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei's power of Avacaniya Realm. When it swept past the area, it became a power that could shock all cultivators.
When the cultivators from Dark Dawn felt a bit of the pressure on their bodies lift, zealousness appeared on their faces. They knew that their sovereign was nearby and watching them. They had the confidence that as long as their sovereign was around, there was nothing in the world that could stop them.
All existences were to either die or flee under the mighty pressure of Dark Dawn. They were confident that there was no other choice for any enemy of theirs.
The shocked hearts of the cultivators from Saint Defier also gradually became calm as the pressure on their bodies lessened. They were not from the same camp as Dark Dawn, but they still believed wholeheartedly that the only ones in the world who could fight against Dark Dawn was Saint Defier!
As for the nine white-robed, faceless men, they felt their hearts relax. A ferocious expression replaced their shock, and during that instant, a great power erupted from their bodies, but it was not the power of a cultivation base… but the will of Antecedental Spirits!
They were known as supreme paragons, and their statuses were only second to the Sovereigns of Dawn and Lords Saint Defier. They were… the Antecedental Spirits from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier!
The ten black-robed men beside the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei also felt the pressure on them lighten. Soon, a monstrous cultivation base erupted from their bodies. Those ten people… were each infinitesimally close to Avacaniya Realm!
A cold sneer appeared at the corners of the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei's lips. He was confident that he was invincible in this True World. Even if he ran into any Antecedental Spirits from Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos, he was confident that he could destroy the World, because he was in Avacaniya Realm and because he was the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei!
"You overestimate yourself. Begone from this place. Do not show even a single hint of your aura where I stand, or else no matter who you are and who you are affiliated to, I will not mind having another spirit slave by my side.
"Cultivators of Dark Dawn and Saint Defier, destroy Ninth Summit. I want this sect… to be completely wiped out," the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei said faintly.
His voice instantly echoed in all of True Morning Dao World, and he placed the wine cup in his left hand by the corner of his lips. There was a hint of arrogance and casualness to him as he took a sip of his wine.
But the instant the small sip of wine entered the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei's mouth…
Su Ming had a calm look on his face. He did not even cast a glance at the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei in the distance. To him, this so-called Sovereign of Dawn was nothing. He pushed his right hand down again.
The previous push was just Su Ming slightly suppressing the cultivators. Right then, he made True Morning Dao World… heavier by one fold!
The moment he did so, ripples appeared out of nowhere in True Morning Dao World. As they spread out, they filled up all of True Morning Dao World in the blink of an eye… and a presence belonging to another True World instantly descended.
That was True Immortal Sect World!
Su Ming's suppression was in truth a form of a seal. He sealed the power of the people from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier who surpassed those from Ninth Summit, and the principle of this seal was to make True Morning Dao World heavy. The easiest method to achieve this… was to make another True World appear in this place. Once it fused with True Morning Dao World, it would naturally become heavier.
As True Immortal Sect World descended, muffled booms echoed in space. Ripples spread out, and True Morning Dao World instantly became heavier. This heaviness was difficult to describe with words, but it made all the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier to instantly tremble violently. Their bodies sank downwards. Banging sounds rang out continuously from their bodies, and three-tenths of their cultivation bases were instantly suppressed!
That was three-tenths of every single person's cultivation base, including the nine white-robed, faceless Antecedental Spirits. Under the pressure of the weight, their bodies shuddered, and three-tenths of their wills as Antecedental Spirits were also suppressed!
"Preposterous!"
The Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei's expression changed, but the moment he opened his mouth, the wine cup in his hand shattered into pieces with a bang. The wine spilled out and levitated in front of him.
The sea of white bones around him shuddered. Signs of it becoming loose appeared, and the ten black-robed men roared together. They shuddered and immediately circulated their cultivation bases to fight against the pressure, but it was useless. Three-tenths of each of their cultivation bases were suppressed.
In shock, the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei had killing intent appear in his eyes. His power in Avacaniya Realm was completely released. It formed a huge whirlwind, and when it rotated around him with loud booms, it spread out in all directions. Wherever it went, all the mighty pressure disappeared, and during that instant, the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei stood up slowly from his seat on the sea of white bones. He swung his right hand, and a bone spear immediately appeared in his hand. Once he held it, his cultivation base erupted from his body again.
"Since you're asking for death, I will fulfill your wish. Show yourself, you rascal who only knows how to hide!"
As he spoke, the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei took a step forward. Before his foot landed, a white light the color of bone erupted from the bone spear in his right hand, and it immediately covered all of True Morning Dao World. The light spanned an impossible distance while forming an endless amount of bone spears that were impossible to count and which filled every corner of True Morning Dao World. It seemed that if the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei wanted to destroy all the lives in this True World, it would only take a single thought from him.
But right when the Sovereign of Dawn's foot was about to land, he did not see Su Ming finishing his last push with his right hand with an indifferent expression on his face. The entire process was in truth just Su Ming lifting his right hand and pushing down. At the instant he completed the process, True Sky Hill World descended!
As it went down, ripples surged through True Morning Dao World. They intersected with each other and spread out as forming a huge net that was formed by the fusion of three Great True Worlds. The mighty pressure formed from it was equivalent to three Great True Worlds descending at the same time, and the heaviness was the same.
Almost in an instant, practically all the cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn coughed up a mouthful of blood. All of them felt as if there were one hundred thousand mountains pushing on them. Their souls were suppressed, causing sixth-tenths of their cultivation bases to become dull, as if they had been sealed. They could only bring out four-tenths of their cultivation bases!
In fact, there were quite a few people who had their levels of cultivation fall, especially the nine white-robed, faceless Antecedental Spirits. As their bodies trembled, their features returned to their blank faces, as if the power that could allow them to cover their faces had been forcibly torn from them.
Since they were Antecedental Spirits, the effects of the mighty pressure on them seemed to be stronger. They coughed up blood and staggered backwards. As they did so, six-tenths of their cultivation bases were suppressed as well.
The ten black-robed people around Yan Pei coughed up blood too. Their levels of cultivation immediately fell, and they exuded a relatively weak presence. They were no exceptions to this. Six-tenths of each of their powers were suppressed.
A trickle of blood flowed out from the Sovereign of Dawn's mouth. Ruthlessness appeared on his face. He was about to throw the long spear in his hand, but when he was about to put his right foot down and began to speak in a ferocious voice…
"You—"
He only managed to say this one word before his expression changed swiftly. His eyes went wide, and the ruthlessness on his face instantly disappeared. For the first time ever, it was replaced by shock, because at the moment the wills of the three Great True Worlds descended, his body felt as if it had been crushed by something, causing blood to appear at the corners of his lips.
But this was still nothing to him. What really caused the Sovereign of Dawn to feel shocked was how he could sense the gaze looking at him from directly across him in the distance.
That gaze was filled with an aloofness that he had never seen before, and there was an air of nobility that was difficult to describe with words within it. It was the strongest will in the entire True World, and with just one faint glance, he made the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei feel as if his body was about to crumble.
This was a feeling that he had never sensed even when he went to the Deity's Mausoleum, which was a place where even the Sovereigns of Dawn had to come to worship once every millennium. It was something he only sensed when faced with the three strongest slumbering bodies among all of the others who had existed for an unknown amount of time.
According to the legends of Dark Dawn, the three slumbering people were true old monsters who had survived through the disasters an unknown number of eras ago!
"Sir…" The heart of Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei trembled. His expression was one of shock, and even with his level of control over his emotions, he found it hard to hide it. Just as he was about to speak, a faint voice came from behind him.
"Did you say that I was asking for death just now?"
The voice had appeared incredibly suddenly, making Yan Pei shudder. He was about to explain himself on instinct when the voice spoke again.
"Sit. Stay with me and watch this life and death trial. Your people are pretty good, but the situation is a little unfair."
"Yes."
The Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei did not have the right or the courage to refuse. All his thoughts turned into this one word in the end, and it was filled with respect. In fact, he did not even dare to turn his head around. He put away the bone spear, and with his heart pounding in nervousness, he slowly sat down.
The hearts of the ten black-robed men beside the sea of bones shuddered in fear. They retrieved their aura and tried to be as respectful as they could, not daring to sneak a peek in Su Ming's direction.
Strength was everything!
"But now, it is fair. You can fight now," Su Ming said calmly and sat on the seat originally belonging to the Sovereign of Dawn on the sea of bones. He leaned back against it, and with his right hand supporting his forehead, he stared at Ninth Summit.
The Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei sat up straight beneath him. Anguish appeared on his face while he stared at the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier and mulled over what Su Ming had said. He had already understood that this person wanted to use his people to train those from Ninth Summit.
"Well?" Su Ming cast a glance at the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei.
Yan Pei's heart shuddered. He sensed the displeasure from the person behind him. He then gritted his teeth and sent his order as the Sovereign of Dawn to the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier far in the distance.
"Step into Ninth Summit and fight!"
Roars reverberated through space during that instant. It did not matter whether the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier were willing or not, for even if they had six-tenths of their power sealed, the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei had already given his order, so they… had to fight!
Chapter 1284: One Sect, One Race, Become Strong on Your Own!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Fight!!"
A roar that sounded like that of a tiger echoed into space from Ninth Summit. It was Hu Zi's voice. Once he spoke, his figure was instantly reflected in Su Ming's eyes.
With a body like a tiger, at the moment he walked out, Hu Zi threw a punch forward, and his vast physical strength erupted. When he seized the space to his left with his left hand, a huge spiked mace appeared in his hand, and he swung it at the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier charging towards him.
Booming sounds surged into the air. Hu Zi was located at one of the spots used by the armies from both sides when they came into full contact with each other. There were countless cultivators from Ninth Summit around Hu Zi, and they were all fighting madly in a life and death battle against the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier.
They fought for their continued existence!
For their own Lives!
There were Berserkers among them. In this battle, they showed off the powerful physical bodies belonging to the Berserkers!
The enemies they faced were the cultivators who had easily destroyed the armies formed by the union of the three True Worlds, who had killed the Fourth True World's Sublime Paragon, forced True Sacred Yin World to seal themselves, and the Fourth True World to lay down a Rune, no longer hoping to kill their enemies, but only hoping to struggle and fight back.
Those people had swept through True Morning Dao World, and wherever they went, no cultivator could make them stop in their tracks. It could be said… that they were an army of powerful warriors who had never suffered defeat!
People from Ninth Summit were prepared to die, but even if that were to happen, they could not die in vain. They would kill a few people and drag them to their deaths for company. If they killed one, then they would have broken even, if they killed two people, they would not have lived in vain, and if they killed three, they would have covered the losses they suffered!
If that was the case for Ninth Summit, then it was even more so for the Berserkers. Loud rumbles surged into space. The sounds of fighting were deafening to the ears and filled the entire galaxy while the battle was reflected as the most brilliant light in Su Ming's eyes.
The people from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier had six-tenths of their cultivation bases suppressed, but even if they could only bring out four-tenths of their cultivation bases, they were still a force of power that was definitely not weak when they stood before Ninth Summit of Arid Triad's True Morning Dao World.
After all, regardless of whether it was Dark Dawn or Saint Defier, their legacies came from the records of their second era. If Su Ming had not sealed six-tenths of their power… then there would be no suspense in this battle. The victor would have been decided long ago.
Only once he did seal them was the battle fair for Ninth Summit. In truth, it was absolutely in Su Ming's power to seal more of Dark Dawn and Saint Defier's power, but if that was the case, it could not be considered a trial. That was why he only sealed six-tenths of their strength, allowing Dark Dawn and Saint Defier to have less than half a Realm higher in terms of their levels of cultivation compared to the cultivators from Ninth Summit.
The sounds of battle echoed through space at a volume that could shake the sky and earth. A large number of cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn surged into the gap in the Rune, and the moment they stepped in, Ninth Summit fought back. The hundreds of thousands of cultivators had determined looks on their faces. When the two armies clashed against each other, the battle instantly broke out.
From the moment they came into contact, there were a large number of deaths on both sides. This sort of battle tested a cultivator's personal power to its utmost limits. The loud rumbles from divine abilities rose and fell. The light from Enchanted Treasures and the intensity of the clashes formed ripples that swept out in every direction.
In the blink of an eye, the shadow of death descended on the galaxy. It swung its arm, taking away lives as if it wanted to reap every single life in the place.
Dark Dawn and Saint Defier suffered the greatest amount of casualties since they had invaded Arid Triad. It did not matter whether it was the block they faced at Arid Triad's gap from the three Great True Worlds in the past, when Dark Dawn and Saint Defier swept through True Morning Dao World later on, or when they went on an expedition to the other True Worlds. They had never suffered a loss like this, when a large number of deaths happened immediately after they clashed with the enemy.
After all, the reason why the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier had been undefeatable in their battles was because of their strength.
The nine white-robed Antecedental Spirits gritted their teeth and rushed to the frontlines. Wherever they went, the cultivators from Ninth Summit would retreat. There was no one who proved to be their opponent. They might have six-tenths of their cultivation bases suppressed, but they still remained powerful.
But right at the moment the nine completely stepped into the gap of the Rune and entered the world where the Ninth Summit was to rush towards Hu Zi, who was the most frenzied out of all the cultivators from Ninth Summit, the sounds of waves tumbling suddenly came from Dao Ocean located beneath them. A great will instantly filled the space and enveloped the nine people. They were instantly submerged by the will which was as fierce as raging waves.
It was the Predecessor of Dao Ocean.
Once he enveloped the nine people in his will, a battle of Arts belonging to Antecedental Spirits started. They were isolated from the cultivators, and when they fought against each other, not much bloodshed could be seen. However, to the nine Antecedental Spirits, the Predecessor of Dao Ocean was so strong that he was an existence that the nine could not fight against once their cultivation bases had been weakened.
At the same time, the Berserkers in Ninth Summit showed off their pride as Berserkers. Ever since their levels of cultivation had risen and they had gotten used to True Morning Dao World's presence, they went through another metamorphosis.
It was a sudden rise in power due to accumulated strength and a power remaining in the Berserkers' blood, which worked on a similar principle as the survivors of the Great Berserker Tribe sacrificing themselves so that they could help their descendants. During the short period of time, the entire race had been continuously getting stronger, and in their madness, they now waged war against Dark Dawn and Saint Defier in the chaotic battle.
Su Ming sat on the sea of white bones and watched all of this unfold before him. His expression was calm, and not a single change could be detected on him. If a person wanted to sharpen their blade, there would definitely be parts of it that would shatter. If a tree wanted to grow, then it had to be doused by storms.
The ninth summit and the Berserkers were the two most important homes for Su Ming. If they wanted to grow, they had to go through various hardships. They had to experience all that would be needed for any force of power to rise to glory.
Only by doing so could they grow to be existences that could touch even the sky. Only by doing so could they no longer need Su Ming to provide them with constant protection. They needed to become people who could stand tall and strong on their own from people who could only depend on others!
The only thing Su Ming could do was to make the battle fairer. However, if Ninth Summit could not get used to this sort of battle, they would be saved by Su Ming, and he would make it so that Ninth Summit and the Berserkers would never show themselves. Because if that was the case, perhaps the time for Ninth Summit and the Berserkers to rise to power had not arrived, and it would be better for them to stay in Yin Death Region, if that was the case.
And if they could grow up, if they had the conviction and courage to fight, if they had the will to face the heavens, men, and all manner of living things, then Su Ming would use his full power to make Ninth Summit and the Berserkers become the strongest sect and race in the universe!
This was the absolute truth!
Su Ming watched the battle before him, and relief slowly appeared on his face. He saw Ninth Summit fighting back, saw their unwillingness to surrender, and their determination. He saw all their lives shining with the most brilliant light.
And it was especially so for the tiger-like Hu Zi. As he roared, he brandished the huge spiked mace he held in his hand and cursed loudly while he swept through thousands of people. The loud roars he stirred up were shocking, and the honest look on his face could not be found. Instead, there was a ferociousness that shook the hearts of his enemies.
And levitating in the space beyond Ninth Summit while in a seated position was Su Ming's headless eldest senior brother. He did not attack. The ones who attacked were the Shaman Souls surrounding him. As they circled around him, they let out shrill, piercing cries and occasionally charged forth towards the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier.
Standing beside eldest senior brother was second senior brother. The gentle man had a solemn expression that had never appeared on his face before. Order after order came from him. He controlled everything that happened in the battlefield. There were quite a number of cultivators who did not attack around him, acting as his defence.
Further away was the ninth summit, and standing at its summit was Fang Cang Lan. She stared into the distance with a calm expression.
Su Ming's second senior brother was Ninth Summit's soul, and Fang Cang Lan was the Berserkers' soul!
And Su Ming was no longer the sect or the race's soul. He had already removed himself from view and became the sect and the race's… deity!
As of then, Su Ming could indeed be known as a deity. If he could not be regarded as one, then there would not be any deities in the world. He had the will of three Great True Worlds with him, and he could make the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei shudder in terror before him. This… was Su Ming!
A faint smile slowly appeared on Su Ming's face, while the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei's face grew more anguished. He did not dare turn his head back and could only watch the battlefield, but while the cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn still had the upper hand… they no longer had the momentum of victory.
Six-tenths of their cultivation bases were sealed in a bizarre manner. This matter in itself had already dealt an incredibly big blow to all cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn, and it had also formed an unseen mighty pressure on them, causing their hearts to tremble.
They should have fallen back, but due to the orders from the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei, they had to fight. The results from this series of events was that the morale of the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier was not strong.
If Ninth Summit's resistance had been weak, then the morale of the cultivators from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn would have slowly risen, but they had run into a battle they had never met. As the number of deaths increased and people from Ninth Summit began choosing self-destruction before their deaths, Dark Dawn and Saint Defier's momentum was completely oppressed.
"Glory to Ninth Summit!"
The cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier heard the cultivators from Ninth Summit shout those words right before they chose to explode… But that was not all. If they had just exploded, it would have been impossible to affect the hearts of cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier. However… those people who self-destructed stirred up such a mighty power that it surpassed what should have been possible from self-destruction.
What they only later noticed was that there was a large number of jade slips infused with chaotic energy tied to their bodies as well as a large number of Enchanted Treasures that would self-destruct with them and self-destructing medicinal cores. All of them exploded along with each cultivator upon their self-destruction, causing the power of their explosion to instantly increase by several fold.
This madness was enough to shock Dark Dawn and Saint Defier.
This was not a single occurrence, and neither did it happen only twice. Thousands and tens of thousands of people did it. Powerful bangs reverberated through the universe, forming a ripple that swept through the battlefield like a huge hand, taking away the lives of people that did not want to leave.
There were also Berserkers among the people who self-destructed. Before they died, they cried out to the Berserkers, and in their voices was the unwillingness to part with their people, but none of them hesitated in sacrificing their bodies that had already suffered irreparable damage. They self-destructed, and with the power of the explosion, they completed the final and most dazzling event in their lives.
Chapter 1285: Sharpen the Sword, Sharpen the Blades!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
When the number of deaths reached a certain point in a normal battle, the would willpower of one side would crumble, and those people would scatter. However, during the battle on that day, before they died, even if their souls were destroyed by self-destruction, they became spirits in the other survivors' hearts, the medicine that stimulated their lives, and because of one sentence Su Ming said, they became eternal existences.
"All cultivators of Ninth Summit and Berserkers, I will not let your souls be lonely. Even if your souls scatter, the pieces will gather into you again."
The Berserkers and Ninth Summit could not hear Su Ming's words, only the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei who was sitting below him. The moment Su Ming had spoken, a vortex appeared in space above the spot where Ninth Summit's Rune was damaged. It appeared without a single sound, and when it rotated, souls manifested, though they could not be seen.
Those souls stared at the battle beneath in confusion. When they saw all that happened, shock appeared on their faces, along with even greater confusion. They were all cultivators of Ninth Summit and Berserkers who had died on the battlefield.
The vortex continued rotating, and glowing spots that the survivors could not see manifested in space. As they gathered together, all the souls of the cultivators from Ninth Summit and Berserkers who had died because of self-destruction went to the spot where they had died.
There seemed to be a supreme law in the galaxy which had two sentences written in it!
And they were the twenty-seven words Su Ming had said just then!
The souls could not be seen, but they could see everything in the battlefield… including Su Ming, who was a huge sun in the distance before their eyes. That sun was so huge that it looked like an existence that even the galaxy of the True World had to worship it.
"I am the God of Berserkers, was once the fourth disciple of the ninth summit, and am one of the creators of Ninth Summit. I… Su Ming, will create the tenth summit on this day with the will of Morning Dao, Immortal Sect, and Sky Hill!
"The tenth summit will be known as the Mourning Summit. It will gather together all the souls of my people and the members of my sect who died in battle in my True World. You will stay there so you can protect the world for your sect and your people!
"You will be worshiped. You will enjoy having incense lit for you. You… will be the souls who defend the sect and your race. I bestow upon you… the right to not perish as long as the sect remains!"
Su Ming's voice echoed in space. The survivors could not hear his voice reverberating through the galaxy, but a mountain that resembled a sword appeared in space. It formed in an instant and stood towering over everything in the galaxy.
The souls who drifted in the area looked at Su Ming, then bowed to him in excitement before flying to the mountain to become the first batch of imperishable warring souls in the tenth summit who would protect the world!
This scene caused the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei to tremble. He had witnessed the entire process from start to finish, and everything he saw filled his expression with shock and disbelief.
'This is laws being enforced once they are created… This is not him just changing a law. He is… creating it. With one sentence, he created a law. This is… Boundless Dao, the Realm after Avacaniya!
'Because there is no end to Dao, their words will make ships move, and they will do so forever without reaching their end…' the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei mumbled in his head, and his entire body was instantly drenched in cold sweat.
Su Ming stared at the battlefield in the distance and at the souls who had manifested once more and would no longer scatter. The admiration in his eyes grew greater. He saw Ninth Summit's resistance, and while it might seem chaotic, in truth, there was an order to it.
Everything was done by the orders of second senior brother, including the attacks right in the beginning, their actions to suppress Saint Defier and Dark Dawn to prevent them from regaining their momentum, and the series of self-destructions that happened during the battle after.
All this was based on second senior brother's plan. He had them suppress their enemies through a series of actions and weaken their morale while boosting their own. By doing so, he could also make Saint Defier and Dark Dawn's cultivation base disintegrate, though it could not be detected.
With his method and the suppression, he could cause a large number of cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier to only be able to bring out three-tenths of their original power!
Su Ming was smiling, but the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei was in shock and his mind blank. He only managed to recover after a long while. His face was pale, without a single hint of blood to be seen. The battle was already past the point where he could change its tides. In truth, the instant the existence so great that he made Yan Pei's heart shudder appeared behind him, the results of the battle were set.
'Just who is he? How can there be such a terrifying monster in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos? Damn it, all the old monsters are sleeping right now, and I've never heard of anyone waking up ahead of schedule. Legends say that they have been abandoned by the universe and are not included within the will of the Expanse Cosmos. They have already leapt out of its boundaries…
'When they wake, it will be a moment before the universe is destroyed… but this person is clearly gives off the feeling that like those old monsters, and even among them, he could be considered someone powerful. Boundless Dao… He is clearly a powerful paragon in Boundless Dao Realm. Damn it… just how did he wake up?!'
The Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei was no longer thinking about the deaths of the cultivators of Dark Dawn and Saint Defier or the certain defeat they would suffer. He was thinking about how to get through the disaster before their eyes.
'The Ninth Summit… This old monster cares about Ninth Summit to this extent? I… If… If I knew about this, there is no way I would have caused trouble to myself by offending Ninth Summit!
'Fortunately, the one here is just a clone of mine… but even if he is just a clone, losing it would cause me great harm. Besides, if this person really wants to kill me, it'll be incredibly easy for him to find me in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos, unless I run back to Dark Dawn's camp…'
While the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei was feeling upset and anxious, the battle between the cultivators of Ninth Summit against those from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier reached its climax. Hu Zi threw his head back and laughed ferociously. Wherever he went, the place where he stood would be like no man's land.
He had always been powerful, and with his enemies' power being reduced by about seven-tenths, he became nearly invincible in battle. Unless there were some from Saint Defier and Dark Dawn who were still powerful despite seven-tenths of their power being reduced, the others were not Hu Zi's opponent.
But as for those cultivators who were still powerful after they had their power reduced, their opponent… was Su Ming's eldest senior brother!
He might seem to be sitting still in space, but all the Shaman Souls around him had already reached a state where they could manifest themselves. This meant that virtually every spot in the battlefield was filled with Shaman Souls, and so Su Ming's eldest senior brother was in every spot of the battlefield.
Su Ming could tell that during the period of time he was away, his eldest senior brother's power had increased by a lot. The Spell allowing him to make it look like he manifested versions of himself beyond his own body had made even Su Ming cast a few scrutinizing looks his way.
Besides not allowing the real body of the caster to move, the Spell was so strong that it allowed the caster to form hundreds of manifestations. They existed in every single part of the battlefield, and the power they showed was the exact same as the one possessed by what Su Ming remembered his eldest senior brother having in the past.
Su Ming had also detected a hint of a faint Antecedental Spirit's will coming from his unmoving eldest senior brother. This discovery caused Su Ming to look closely at him, and after his observations, he could tell that this Antecedental Spirit's will belonged to the Predecessor of Dao Ocean.
'Seems like Ninth Summit and the Predecessor of Dao Ocean have been getting along well.' A smile appeared on Su Ming's face. He looked at his second senior brother, and a hint of admiration appeared on his face.
Second senior brother's personal level of cultivation was not comparable to Su Ming's own, but his grasp of the battlefield, his schemes and ploys, and his ability to formulate plans were things Su Ming could not compare.
Second senior brother had been able to turn Ninth Summit into an unshakable force and command it in a way that all of the sect's combat abilities were brought out to the max. Indeed, in these aspects, Su Ming could not compare to him.
As the deaths of the cultivators from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier gradually made them want to retreat appear and the will to fight grew stronger among the cultivators of Ninth Summit and the Berserkers, Su Ming narrowed his eyes. The trial could not end just like this. Since it had already started, he would have it reach a state where the experience would be etched into their bones and their souls.
Only by doing so could this trial turn into a brand in their souls. Only by doing so could he light up the souls to fight among the people from Ninth Summit and the Berserkers, so the sect and the race would be able to rise to power through great victory. He could also use the fight to make their names ring through Arid Triad, laying down the final foundation for their rise.
'Since all of you have chosen not to be lonely existences in this apocalypse… I will give you a future where you will be paragons,' Su Ming thought in his heart. Brilliant light shone in his eyes.
"Are the cultivators from Dark Dawn only worth so much?" Su Ming asked a flat and freezing tone. When it reached the ears of the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei, his heart trembled.
"Senior…" Hesitance appeared on Yan Pei's face.
"Dark Dawn, Saint Defier, fight against Ninth Summit with your full strength. If there is anyone among you who tries to retreat, then I will destroy your entire sect!" Yan Pei shouted out with gritted his teeth.
He was intimidated by Su Ming, and he sensed the shadow of death looming over him. At that moment, he could no longer care less about the others. He immediately ordered them forward, and his voice reverberated through the battlefield.
His words echoed in the hearts of every single cultivator from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier who wanted to retreat because they had been completely suppressed by Ninth Summit and the Berserkers' momentum. It forced them to stop in their actions.
"You may declare war as you wish, but only I can declare an end to it," said Su Ming flatly. There was not a lot of might contained in his words, but they had a domineering air, which overwhelmed the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei with fear.
'He's a Star of Disaster. He's definitely a Star of Disaster. Even when he was in his era, this person definitely had an infamous reputation… but… but how could this old monster have a connection to Ninth Summit?'
Bitterness appeared on the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei's pale face. He stared at the cultivators who stopped moving back when his words echoed in space. There were quite a number who turned their heads back to look towards him; there was uncertainty on their faces, and even a hint of hatred.
Roars of those who had just been sentenced to death came from the mouths of people from Dark Dawn and Saint Defier. They were immediately followed by their crazed attacks and desperate charges.
"Once they go through this madness, this sect and race will be able to bloom beautifully in Arid Triad," Su Ming mumbled as he watched the changes in the distant battlefield.
The expression of each cultivator and the circulation of their cultivation bases could be clearly seen by Su Ming.
It was just like sharpening a sword. If he only sharpened one side of the blade, it would not be complete. He had to sharpen both sides until they glistened in the sun, for only then could it be considered a sharp sword, and right then, Su Ming was sharpening the other side.