"That's a long, long story... There are immortal tribes, witch tribes, and barbarian tribes in the story... There are Nanchen, Donghuang, and Dayu Palace in the story..."
"In that story, there is the Ninth Peak, immortality, and barbarian gods..." In the tribe, one autumn, in the fall of autumn leaves, under a big tree, there were more than a dozen children surrounded
, these children opened their eyes one by one, listening attentively to an old man sitting under the big tree, telling his story.
The old man looked very old, with wrinkles appearing on his skin and gray hair. His smile was very kind, and his voice seemed to have some kind of strangeness that attracted these children, who were fascinated by the story.
That's Su Ming.
This is the sixtyth year since Bai Ling left.
Most of those who experienced the drastic changes in Wushan sixty years ago have become loess. Generations of new tribesmen have grown up and become the backbone of the Wushan tribe.
The Wushan Department has also expanded several times, and the area it occupies under the Wushan Mountain is already huge.
Three years ago, after Su Ming's cultivation reached the bone sacrificial realm, he became the strongest person within a radius of thousands of miles. Even the Fengzhen tribe had a strong bone sacrificial master. But under Su Ming's
In my hands, this person...is no match.
He is no longer the boy he was before. Time has left wisdom and vicissitudes in him. Perhaps because of his age, Su Ming has gradually forgotten the dream he had sixty years ago.
To reminisce.
"In the end, he became a barbarian god and fought against Emperor Tian..." Su Ming smiled and slowly told the story to the children around him.
"Grandpa, who won in the end?"
"That Ditian is so abominable. Grandpa, please hurry up and tell us who won."
"Grandpa, I don't know who won in the end. This story is over here, maybe... not yet." Su Ming stood up and touched the head of a seven or eight-year-old boy next to him. This child is Bei
Ling's little grandson.
Amidst the reluctance of those children, Su Ming left, and his story had indeed been told. In sixty years, he allowed the Wushan tribe to expand several times, and he made the Wushan tribe the largest tribe in the area.
Qiang, even if he leaves here, there will be no crisis in the Wushan tribe, because Beiling... has also come to sacrifice bones, because in the past sixty years of the tribe, four more... Kaichen!
And below the dust level, there are even more.
This is the role of Su Ming's medicine stone.
This year, in the early morning of the day when the leaves fell the most in autumn, Su Ming packed his bags and walked out of his house to leave the Wushan tribe, which had grown stronger.
Behind him, there was no Xiaohong following.
Xiaohong has grown old and has returned to the mountains and forests to accompany her offspring...
In the early morning in the tribe, not many people would go out, but now, the moment Su Ming walked out of the house, the entire tribe stood there, looking at Su Ming silently.
"Farewell, Lord Barbarian!" All the tribesmen, young and old, knelt down and bowed down. The sound echoed, causing Su Ming to pause. He looked at these tribesmen for a long, long time. Su Ming nodded with a smile.
"Please disperse, I will be back." Su Ming waved his hand and walked towards the tribe gate until he walked out of the tribe and saw an old man standing at the door.
The old man's body was as tall and straight as a spear, and his eyes were as bright as lightning. He looked at Su Ming, and Su Ming looked at him.
This is Beiling, Beiling who has entered the realm of bone sacrifice.
"Do you really want to leave?" Beiling was silent for a moment and then spoke slowly.
"It's been sixty years since that drastic change... The Wushan tribe has grown and there is no need for me to stay here..." Su Ming looked back at the tribe and said calmly.
"But Lei Chen hasn't come back yet..." Beiling's expression showed reluctance. Wushan's growth and the pressure of all this have been carried by him and Su Ming for decades. In these sixty years, they have experienced a lot.
"This is his home, he will come back... I... am leaving." Su Ming walked past Bei Ling, patted his shoulder, and with a smile, he took a step towards the sky, and his whole body turned into a
A long rainbow gradually disappeared into the horizon.
Su Ming is gone. This is his first real departure in sixty years.
Ten years later, on the south side of the Ximeng Continent, outside the endless green jungle, Su Ming's cultivation level entered the late stage of bone sacrifice from the middle stage of bone sacrifice.
Twenty years later, on the east side of the Western Alliance Continent, Su Ming stood on the highest mountain here, looked up to the sky and let out a long roar. His cultivation had reached the perfection of Bone Sacrifice!
Five years later, at the edge of the Ximeng Continent near the Dead Sea, Su Ming stood on a wooden boat. At this time, he was no longer a sacrificial bone. The fluctuations in his whole body that could merge with the heaven and earth clearly revealed his
His cultivation level is already so wild!
He has been searching for Ximeng for thirty-five years. During these thirty-five years, he has walked through all of Ximeng, but...he has not found Bai Ling.
The separation nearly a hundred years ago seems to have become permanent. It only exists in memories and cannot be seen clearly.
The moment Su Ming stepped onto the boat, he left the Western Alliance. Under the roar of the waves of the Dead Sea, he was alone, riding a lone boat, speeding with the waves in the Dead Sea.
The sky is huge and the earth is huge. Su Ming faces the fishy wind of the Dead Sea and walks through the waves. His target... is Nanchen!!
During the more than thirty years in the Western League, he knew that in this barbarian land, there was Nanchen, Donghuang, and Beizhou! When he knew that Nanchen and Donghuang did exist in this world, Su Ming wanted to go to Nanchen.
He wanted to see if everything in the dream was true or false.
He wanted to take a look at the Ninth Peak to see if it looked like in his dream.
Su Ming spent ten years in the Dead Sea, until ten years later, during the killings along the way, Su Ming's cultivation level climbed to the middle stage of the wild soul, and he stepped on the land of Nanchen!
In Nanchen, he saw the Wu Clan, the Hai Qiu Tribe, the Tianlan Barrier that had not yet fully formed, and... some people from the Immortal Clan.
In Nanchen, he saw Hanshan City, but there was no city there, it was a barren mountain.
He saw the Tianhan Sect and the Ninth Peak, but the people living on the Ninth Peak were not Huzi, not the second senior brother, not the senior senior brother, and not the master.
In the land of Nanchen, Su Ming stayed for a hundred years. He walked through every place he had visited in his dreams. There, he wanted to look for familiarity. Some places were familiar, but some places were strange.
Until the year when Su Ming chose to leave. His cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Barbarian Soul. He... saw the Grand Wizard of the Witch Clan, and saw a battle between the Witch Clan and the Barbarian Clan!
In that battle, he was unwilling to participate until he saw two people on the battlefield, one of whom was the great elder of the Haitian tribe, and the other, who had never appeared before, as if he had just arrived in the center of Nanchen.
The young man. The moment Su Ming saw that man's appearance, his mind was shaken in a rare way.
That middle-aged man is very similar to Tian Xiezi!!
It's just that Su Ming's appearance today is filled with the traces of time. He witnessed the middle-aged man fighting with the great elder of the Haitian Tribe and the great witch master of the witch clan. The power of the great witch master seemed to have exceeded his ability.
In that battle, Su Ming chose to take action!
At the end of this battle, the Grand Wizard disappeared, and his soul fell into a deep sleep. Even if he wakes up, he will never have the same cultivation level as he does now, because his soul has also been severely damaged.
After this battle, the reputations of the three powerful men in Nanchen rose. However, no one knew Su Ming's name, and he gradually became the most mysterious one among the three powerful men.
Su Ming left, and he found the answer. On the lone boat arriving from the Western Alliance, he left Nanchen and went to Donghuang with complexities and emotions.
In the Eastern Wilderness, he went to two places. One was the depths of the Eastern Wilderness, the wasteland under a mountain peak, where the clown family in his dream lived.
What's more, in the center of the Eastern Wilderness, there are countless deep pits and floating boulders, which is the place where the immortals come to in the dream!
Standing on a big rock at the place where he had descended, Su Ming stood there for a long time. For a long time, he looked at the sky, and everything in the dream kept reappearing in his mind. Finally, he laughed, with a free and easy smile.
, revealing a clear understanding.
It is a clear understanding of life, a thorough understanding of reincarnation, and even more... control of destiny.
"Emperor Tian..." Su Ming's eyes gradually turned cold as he smiled. He lowered his head and looked at the earth. He bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood quickly condensed in front of him, and finally turned into a drop of blood.
Blood crystal!
Su Ming took the blood crystal and placed it on his forehead. He melted all of his cultivation and his understanding of time and destiny into the blood crystal. He then flicked it towards the earth, and immediately the blood crystal went straight to the ground.
Run towards the earth, break through the soil, and enter the deepest place, where... the eternal burial.
After doing this, Su Ming flicked his sleeves and walked towards the distant world without stopping.
"Reincarnation is a point..." Su Ming's voice, after he left, was still vaguely echoing in all directions.
Time passes again, another hundred years.
In the past hundred years, Su Ming has walked through the mountains of the barbarians. He was looking for... the Jieman Mountain that Grandpa mentioned, but he never found it. Another hundred years, and another...
I don't know how much time passed. Su Ming traveled all over the land, but he still couldn't find the wild mountains.
Until Su Ming's exhaustion filled his body and mind, he found himself at a place on a continent that he had forgotten where he was. At the top of a mountain peak, Su Ming sat cross-legged and looked at the sky in the distance.
"Jieman Mountain..." Su Ming murmured.
"Grandpa said it is in my heart..." Su Ming closed his eyes. This time he closed his eyes, the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the passage of time, I don't know how long...
Until one day, Su Ming opened his eyes, and a smile of understanding appeared on his weathered face. In front of him, as he opened his eyes, a mountain appeared. It was a mountain peak reaching into the clouds.
On the mountain peak, there are three big characters carved deeply into the rock wall.
Jieman Mountain!
Su Ming stood up. In one step, he stepped onto the Jieman Mountain. On the top of the mountain, he looked towards the abyss. With a smile, he took a step towards the abyss. He did not start his cultivation.
His body suddenly went straight to the bottom of the abyss.
The howling and sharp wind whistled in his ears, and his appearance changed rapidly from the vicissitudes of life, and finally... turned into a young man.
At this moment, his world suddenly collapsed and turned into pieces of Wushan. The song in his dream came to his ears.
"Understanding reincarnation, mastering the origin of destiny, awakening the soul of the nation..."
"Sacrificing oneself to the barbarian world, transcending fate, stepping from one side of the mirror to...the other side."
"From now on, my destiny is to cultivate..."
"Who am I... This answer, when you come to Jieman Mountain again in reality, I will wait for you..." (To be continued)
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