Side Story of another IMC PT 8

As the dark light appeared, Su Ming could clearly feel a large amount of warmth surging from his chest and spreading through his body. In the blink of an eye, it filled his entire body. At the same time, it seemed to have fused with the coolness of the Dark Dragon's Saliva and seeped into his veins.

A clear roar came from within Su Ming's body. His body trembled violently as the fourth blood vein manifested.

At the same time, a large amount of black filth seeped out of Su Ming's pores. There was also a foul stench spreading through his body. However, the stench gradually dissipated when the mountain breeze blew.

With three blood veins, one could enter the first level of the Blood Solidification Realm. Su Ming had successfully become a Berserker at the first level of the Blood Solidification Realm!

Yet he still kept his eyes closed. There were no signs of him waking up. As time passed by, the blood veins on Su Ming's body gradually solidified on the fourth blood vein.

On the second morning, when the little monkey sniffed its right paw, it ran towards Su Ming with a smug expression. When it saw Su Ming covered in black filth, it was momentarily stunned. It scratched its head and circled around Su Ming a few times.

It may have gained intelligence, but it did not know what was going on. It approached Su Ming curiously and wanted to pat him with its paw.

Yet just as its paw was about to touch Su Ming, the dark light on Su Ming's body flashed once again. In the blink of an eye, it reached its peak, causing the dark light to cover Su Ming's entire body. The little monkey watched in shock as Su Ming's body disappeared in an instant.

In the little monkey's eyes, Su Ming was devoured by the dark light. This scene immediately made the monkey widen its eyes and let out a piercing screech. With a flash of red, it rushed to the spot where Su Ming disappeared and searched madly for him, but in the end, it found nothing. It stood there, stunned, unmoving.

Su Ming did not know where he was. At that moment, he looked at his surroundings in a daze. The place was covered by a layer of white mist. He could not see too far away. He could only faintly see a mountain in front of him.

He had just woken up. He remembered that he was on Dark Dragon Mountain but he could not understand why he was here.

Vigilance slowly filled his eyes. He first looked down at his chest, and his heart immediately thumped. The strange black fragment was no longer there.

'It's gone …' Su Ming was shocked and bewildered. He looked around him once again before standing up slowly. His face was dark, and with caution, he walked towards the mountain shrouded in fog.

The mountain was not too far away. Before long, Su Ming arrived at the foot of the mountain. He lifted his head and sucked in a sharp breath.

This was indeed a mountain, but there were no plants on it. It was bare, as if it had been flattened. There were many totems carved on it. There were mountains and rivers, strange beasts, the sky … There were also some words Su Ming had never seen before. They gave off a primordial air, as if they were something from a myth.

Almost at the instant Su Ming saw the carving on the mountain, booming sounds reverberated in the air, and a crack appeared at the center of the mountain, as if an invisible force had sliced through it and opened the mountain.

The crack was narrow and Su Ming could not see the end of it. It was right under his feet.

Su Ming hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth. Since he was already here, he did not know how to get out. He did not even know where this place was. There was a path before him, and he could only continue walking.

In his heart, he had a feeling that this place had something to do with the black fragment, because he could clearly remember the warm current that came from the fragment.

He walked into the mountain through the narrow crack. Su Ming felt as if he had walked for a long time. The path before him gradually widened. There were also strange carvings on the walls around him, but Su Ming could not understand them. There were pictures of herbs on the carvings, and there were also pictures of naked people with messy hair fiddling with herbs in an even weirder pot.

Su Ming looked at the carvings until a door appeared at the end of his line of sight. He stopped outside the door.

There were also carvings on the door, and there were pictures of five herbs carved on it. There were irregular lines shining with a dark light that Su Ming was familiar with. They surrounded the five pictures of the herbs in a circle and covered the entire door.

There were also 15 small holes in the center of the door. They looked like they could be used to put things in. They were arranged in a circle.

Su Ming frowned and looked at the door carefully. Once he looked around, his gaze fell on the five herbs on the door.

'This is … Iron Core Stamen. That's right, it's Iron Core Stamen.

'This is … like a Joy Leaf, but also like Iris Grass …

'And this is Night Glitter Branch! I often gather this.

'What is this..? It looks familiar …'

'I've never seen the last one before …' Su Ming looked at it for a while and hesitated. He did not know whether he should push the door open or not.

Just as he was hesitating, he saw the lines surrounding the five herbs on the stone door suddenly move. The dark light on the door shone brightly. As Su Ming was stunned, the dark light appeared on the door and charged towards him.

The dark light was too fast. Su Ming could not dodge it. With a flash, the dark light enveloped Su Ming.

At the same time, a large amount of memories that did not belong to him appeared in Su Ming's mind. Those memories were like pictures that forced their way into Su Ming's mind, causing him to feel uncomfortable.

There was an illusionary figure in those pictures. It was just like the pictures on the carvings. It was throwing herbs into a strange pot. Every single time it was thrown out, it would bring the herb to its nose and sniff it. There was a serious look on its face. Sometimes, it would wave its right hand and a ball of fire would appear out of thin air and envelop the pot.

The process was complicated. Even the strength of the fire was controlled. Su Ming had never seen this before. It would not be so troublesome in the tribe. Most of the time, they would just eat the herbs straight away. At most, they would just grind the herbs into juice and mix it with other herbs to increase the effects.

Without knowing it, he was immersed in the memories in his head. After a long while, the illusionary figure slapped the pot with his right hand.

Immediately, the flames around the pot disappeared. The person opened the lid of the strange pot. Su Ming immediately saw three green round objects the size of fingernails in the pot.

Even though it was just a memory that had appeared in his head, Su Ming could still smell a faint medicinal fragrance wafting into his nose. He also stared at the three round pills, and he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was completely dumbfounded.

He had been creating herbs since he was young. He could tell the quality of the herbs with just one glance. He had never seen these round objects before. He could not imagine what they were.

The dim light surrounding his body disappeared and returned to the door. It calmed down, causing the numerous circular lines on the door to also stop moving.

The moment the dim light disappeared, Su Ming's vision blurred. He felt as if he was being moved by a strange force. When his vision cleared, he saw a red shadow rushing towards him with a joyful cry.

The red shadow was the little monkey. It was jumping around on Su Ming's body. Su Ming's disappearance had terrified the monkey. When it saw Su Ming return, it was instantly overjoyed.

Su Ming was stunned. He immediately looked around and found that he had returned to the stone platform on Dark Dragon Mountain. He lowered his head and saw that the stone fragment that had disappeared was still there on his chest.

'All of this must have something to do with this item. Perhaps when I reached the first level of the Blood Solidification Realm, I activated this item. That's why everything happened … Judging by Xiao Hong's reaction, I wasn't dreaming. My entire body had entered that place … Just where did this item come from … Why did it appear here …' Su Ming could not help but remember the additional memories in his head.

"Quenching method … medicinal pills …" After a long while, Su Ming mumbled the names of the various refinement methods he had seen previously in his memories.

"Scattering Dusts …" That was the name of the medicinal pill. It was also in Su Ming's memories.

Su Ming mumbled. The picture on the door appeared in his head. His eyes gradually lit up. He may not have known what kind of place it was, but it was clear that the quenching method had piqued his interest.

To him, the training of a Berserker could not be separated from the herbs that could replenish Qi. They needed to consume large amounts of herbs to make themselves stronger. Perhaps this quenching method would be of great help to his training.

'I've never seen a round medicinal pill like this in the tribe. Even the elder doesn't have it, or else I would have definitely seen it … But this round medicinal pill looks pretty good. I wonder how effective it will be once it's made.

'Then the next step is to look for the five herbs … Xiao Hong, have you seen these two herbs before?' Once Su Ming made up his mind, he immediately summoned Xiao Hong. He picked up the stone and started drawing on the ground before it. Once he drew out the two herbs that he was not sure of, he looked at Xiao Hong expectantly.

Xiao Hong bared its teeth and looked at him for a long time before it nodded.

Su Ming's spirits lifted. He walked around the stone platform a few times as he thought quickly in his head.

'I can find the herbs, but the process of making these pills is extremely complicated … I even need fire … It's like cooking rice … It's pretty interesting.' Su Ming thought about it carefully and frowned.

He remembered that the pot was unusual. It was different from the ones used to cook rice in the tribe. As he searched through his memories, he found out that the pot used for quenching had a strange name. It was called the Barren Cauldron.

'The pot in the tribe shouldn't work … I also need fire …' As Su Ming mumbled, he lifted his head abruptly. His eyes were bright as he looked at one of the five summits in Dark Dragon Mountain.

That mountain was completely brown. Occasionally, there would be smoke coming out of it.