At the instant these souls bowed to him, Su Ming lifted his right hand and stared at it. After a period of silence, he slowly drew a line in front of himself.
He drew it slowly. and it looked like ordinary trail. The spot where he started was the Dark Mountain located in the land of Berserkers from his memories; the path in the middle went through the hardships he experienced throughout his life; and the end held the old man on the altar who had appeared in his mind when he muttered those words.
That path was Su Ming's whole life. It could also be said that it was the life of the current era's God of Berserkers.
"With the God of Berserkers' thoughts, I will turn it into the will to make the Berserkers rise to power, and I will create a new version of Berserkers. This… will be my very own Created in Antiquity!"
