At the foot of Dark Mountain, within Dark Mountain Tribe, almost all of the tribe members were gathered at the center of the tribe, looking at the La Sus who were undergoing the Awakening.
Yet at that moment, the gigantic statue of the God of Berserkers floating in midair suddenly shuddered, as if it was trembling. There was also a thunderous roar that came too suddenly, causing all the tribe members to be stunned.
The elder's eyes flashed and he took a few steps forward. He did not look at the statue, but immediately lifted his head to look at the sky. As he did so, a serious look appeared in his eyes.
At that moment, more tribe members also noticed the abnormality and lifted their heads to look at the sky.
In the sky, strands of black Qi appeared out of nowhere. They gathered madly from all directions and quickly formed a huge vortex. The vortex was so big that it seemed to take up more than half of the sky. It covered the entire Dark Mountain. Even from far away, one could see the strange changes happening here.
Once the vortex was formed, it rotated slowly and let out thunderous roars that echoed in the area. There were also countless arcs of lightning swimming within the vortex. Lightning flashed past and intersected with the thunder.
"The Berserker Ancestor has shown himself?!" Someone in Dark Mountain Tribe shouted out, but they immediately knelt down on the ground. Their faces were filled with respect and fear as they worshipped the sky.
The only people who remained standing were the elder and the leaders of the tribe. Besides the elder, the other leaders were also panicking.
The vortex in the sky rotated faster and faster. After a moment, a violent gust of wind swept through the land, causing the entire area around Dark Mountain to be completely enveloped by it.
The floating statue of the God of Berserkers trembled violently, as if it could not withstand the force of the vortex.
At that moment, on the other side of Dark Mountain, there was a tribe that was similar in size to Dark Mountain Tribe. That tribe was known as Black Mountain. At that moment, all the tribe members in Black Mountain Tribe were shocked. In the sky above their tribe was a statue of the God of Berserkers that was about 100 feet tall.
The statue was completely black and did not have a human form. It looked like a lizard and was trembling nonstop as if it was about to collapse. Under the statue was an old man who was as thin as a skeleton. He wore a black sackcloth and had a dark expression on his face. No one knew what he was thinking about.
The same thing was happening in all the tribes near Dark Mountain. Even tribes further away were experiencing the same thing.
No one knew what had happened and why the vortex had appeared. Even the elder from Dark Mountain Tribe had forgotten about Su Ming, who had entered the statue of the God of Berserkers to worship him.
Within the statue of the God of Berserkers in Dark Mountain Tribe, the dim light flashed and occupied the entire space around it. The entire place was covered in that strange light. Su Ming was also dumbfounded when he saw the statue of the God of Berserkers that he had to worship tremble not too far away. It was as if the statue had been revived from its slumber. It gave him the illusion that the statue was made of flesh and blood.
He could even see the ferocious statue of the God of Berserkers trembling violently in the dark light, as if it could not withstand the light.
The statue of the God of Berserkers was half man and half beast. In its left hand was a giant dragon, and in its right hand was a long spear. Yet as it trembled, the primitive and barbaric presence changed abruptly, revealing a hint of terror that Su Ming did not know whether he was imagining things.
Su Ming's mind was blank. He did not know what had happened. He did not know why things had turned out this way. He stood there, stunned.
His entire body was also enveloped by the dim light from the piece of the neck. It was as if he had fused with the space around him. As the dim light grew brighter, the world within the statue of the God of Berserkers became completely dark.
Su Ming only felt a loud bang in his head. It was as if an invisible force had broken through some kind of barrier. His body trembled, and a strange scene appeared in his head.
It was a vast expanse of land. He seemed to be standing in midair and looking down. In his eyes, there were nearly a million people densely packed on the ground. He could not see the end of it at a glance, as if there was no end to it.
"Where … is this..?" Su Ming mumbled. The scene made him shocked. His mind was blank.
The people were divided into two camps. At that moment, all of them were kneeling on the ground and worshipping the sky. Desolate drumbeats echoed in the air. It turned into an indescribable wave of sound that could touch the soul. All those who heard it would feel their hearts tremble.
Su Ming saw nearly a hundred gigantic statues of the God of Berserkers around him in midair. All of them were different from each other. They exuded a primitive and barbaric presence. Their bodies looked as if they had flesh and blood, as if they were alive.
They were also kneeling on one knee and worshipping the sky!
Su Ming lifted his head instinctively. He saw …
At the highest point in the sky, there were two people who stood tall. Their faces could not be seen clearly, but when Su Ming looked at them, he felt as if he was looking at the might of heaven. It was as if he had turned into an ant.
They were like real gods!
Su Ming could only see the long purple hair of one of them. That person lifted his right hand and swung it in the direction of the sky. The weather immediately changed, and in the blink of an eye, the bright universe turned into darkness. Countless stars shone, and as that person swung his arm, those stars seemed to have been sucked away from the sky. In the blink of an eye, they gathered beside the purple-haired person and turned into a galaxy of stars.
When the person pointed at the river of stars with his right hand, it let out a loud rumbling sound and charged towards his enemy. From afar, it looked as if the sky was collapsing and the galaxy was collapsing. It was as if the power of the entire sky had descended on one person.
As the rumbling sound echoed in the air, the purple-robed man suddenly lowered his head. He swept his gaze across the area and met Su Ming's gaze!
There was a loud bang in Su Ming's head. He felt as if he was pushed by a huge force and was thrown out of the seemingly illusory world.
Su Ming trembled. His vision turned dark. After a long, long time, when he regained his senses, he found himself still in the dimension within the statue of the God of Berserkers. There was no light around him. It was as if everything was just an illusion.
Su Ming's breathing was rapid. His entire body was drenched in sweat. He lowered his head and looked at the stone hanging on his neck. The stone was black. Besides the faint warmth coming from it, there was nothing unusual about it.
'Was it an illusion..? Or is it the statue's memory..? Just now … it was just as described in the beast skin scrolls, the stars in the sky..?' After a long while, Su Ming finally regained his senses. There was a dazed look in his eyes and his mind was a mess. After a moment of silence, he stood up and bowed towards the statue once again, preparing to leave.
However, just as he started bowing, cracking sounds immediately came from before him. A thin crack appeared on the face of the statue of the God of Berserkers. As Su Ming bowed, the crack continued to spread.
It was as if the statue of the God of Berserkers could not withstand Su Ming's bow. If he continued bowing, it was as if the statue of the God of Berserkers would crumble. This strange sight made Su Ming suck in a sharp breath. There was no longer a single shred of doubt in his mind about what had happened. It was definitely not an illusion!
The moment the crack appeared on the statue of the God of Berserkers, he heard mumbling voices echoing in his head. The mumbling voices made Su Ming's eyes filled with joy. That voice was what he had been dreaming of, the way to train in the Blood Solidification Realm for Berserkers!
The Art of Berserkers could not be passed down by word of mouth. The only way was to pass it down through the statue of the God of Berserkers. The existence of a statue of the God of Berserkers was extremely important to a tribe. It was related to the tribe's survival.
When the mumbling disappeared, Su Ming's body also disappeared from the world within the statue of the God of Berserkers and appeared in Dark Mountain Tribe. The moment he appeared, he saw all the tribe members, including the elder, lifting their heads to look at the sky. Su Ming's heart jumped and he looked up.
The giant whirlpool was still spinning, and a low buzzing sound echoed in the air.
"Su Ming, come to my side." The elder's voice rang in Su Ming's ears. Su Ming was nervous. He had a feeling that the abnormality in the sky was related to the stone on his neck but he did not dare say it out loud. He walked towards the elder anxiously and stood behind him.
Not long after, the abnormality in the sky gradually disappeared and everything returned to normal. No one asked Su Ming if he had succeeded. After all, if there was no light, it meant that he had failed.
When the sky returned to normal, the remaining La Sus once again worshiped the statue. When it was all over, two children were found to possess a Berserker Body at the age of 16 during the Awakening.
The two children were taken away by the elder. They would become important members of the tribe and would be taught some Berserker Training experiences.
As for the other La Sus, they left with disappointment. Su Ming was silent along the way, but his heart was pounding even faster. He wanted to tell the elder everything, but he had a feeling that this matter was too big, especially since there was a crack on the statue of the God of Berserkers.
In his hesitation, Su Ming walked back to his house.
The elder in the sackcloth looked at Su Ming's back from afar, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.
Su Ming hurried back to his house and sat on the wooden bed. He lowered his head and looked at the irregular black stone on his chest. His eyes were filled with confusion. After a while, he was about to take off the pendant on his neck but hesitated. He got up and pushed the wooden frame to block the door. This way, if someone came in, he would have time to prepare.
Once he was done, he sat down again and held the stone in his hands, observing it carefully.
'Just what is this stone fragment..? Xiao Hong was the one who found it. The wind must have been too strong and some of the rotten leaves were blown away, revealing the stone fragment and Xiao Hong picked it up …' Su Ming's heart raced against his chest. He had a feeling that he had obtained an unknown treasure.
'The statue of the God of Berserkers is about to crack … I wonder where Xiao Hong picked it up and if there are any more …' Su Ming licked his lips, his eyes filled with excitement.
'I originally didn't have a Berserker Body, so I couldn't inherit the ways of Berserker Training. But this thing has allowed me to learn the ways of Berserker Training!' Su Ming took a deep breath and suppressed his excitement. He focused all his attention on the stone.
He did not know how much time had passed before he felt sleepy. He grabbed the stone and fell asleep on the wooden bed.
At this moment, the fragment was gradually emitting a dim light. It was very weak.