The blood crystals closed in on Su Ming and fused with his body. With each blood crystal, Su Ming's cultivation would swiftly increase exponentially. His Qi stirred up the world and the universe, and an awe-inspiring air that could not be described with words was born in his eyes.
This mighty pressure was the peerless presence of the universe and the world. This awe-inspiring air also symbolized the Berserkers' crazed outburst after living in oppression for a countless years.
Su Ming did not count just how many blood crystals he obtained, and neither did he need to calculate the number, because he was no longer bothered by it.
It did not matter how many reincarnations there had been. There might have been ten, a hundred, a thousand, or even more. To him, it no longer mattered. What was important was that he had moved out of the cycles of reincarnation from the mirror within the mirror and that he now knew clearly that he was no longer… in that cycle of reincarnation!
Preview to next chapter: (Still spoiler)
Right, there are two Runes in the sky. Su Ming won't have any of that.