Taiyi: extraordinary natural talent, a lone rogue cultivator youth, currently at a low realm, can be safely and securely "approached."
All of this information had been personally extracted from the New Board by an Earth Immortal.
Yet right now, the group was gripped by sheer terror. Where was the "safety" in this? Everything had changed! Aside from his extraordinary talent being true, all other information was gravely mistaken—his cultivation realm was not low at all.
Most terrifying of all, he actually possessed other identities: he was also "Realm Faction," and he was "One Sword" as well. Both had previously reached the summit of the New Board.
Aboard the golden wooden ship, the vigilance of several individuals surged. They quietly hoisted the sails, causing countless glowing symbols to immediately surface along the hull and across the canvas as they sought to flee into the distance.
Suddenly, pure yang sword radiance flashed past. The night fog exploded apart, and the entire sea crashed open as though thoroughly plowed through, revealing a vast vacuum.
Ahead, the golden wooden ship that had just set sail was sliced in two.
The nine-colored sword baleful aura tore through in a single surge, leaving mirror-smooth cross sections on the severed halves before they plummeted into the boundless ocean.
With a single sword strike, Qin Ming severed the retreat of those dozen-odd people. He had no intention of sparing a single one, for his threefold identity had been exposed, and he could not permit word to leak out.
Xie Jinglan was richly experienced in battle. The instant the nine-colored sword baleful aura shot into the distance, he launched another fierce attack. Axe radiance flashed within his inner landscape and hurtled out at extreme speed.
The giant axe swept across the sky, exerting such immense pressure that the blue ocean detonated with a deafening roar. Enormous waves surged to the heavens. Everywhere the axe radiance passed, sheets of lightning crashed down, dazzling to the extreme and deafeningly loud.
A spirit field manifested around Qin Ming's body, appearing to warp the void itself. It immediately slowed the axe—which seemed to possess the might to cleave open the heavens—holding it at bay with tangible ripples.
Xie Jinglan's pupils contracted. Even after the nine-colored sword baleful aura had left his body, this opponent remained so dominant. His methods were truly remarkable.
Qin Ming used his spirit field to decelerate the giant axe, then met it head-on with his bare hands!
This was naturally the result of his profound comprehension of the *Scripture of Harmonizing Body and Dao*, combined with his recent insights drawn from the *Extreme Dao Golden Body*. His physique was terrifying.
In the night sky, the axe radiance rolled like tidal waves, accompanied by flashing lightning and rolling thunder.
Qin Ming's hands bore a crystalline sheen, appearing as though cast from exotic metal. Clangs rang out as he struck the axe, densely packed runes weaving through his flesh and blood.
Could an immortal-path body cultivator's physical form truly be strong to such a degree? Beside the shattered wooden ship, the eyes of the dozen or so onlookers went wide with disbelief.
At the same time, Qin Ming's spirit field expanded. Its tangible patterns resembled a celestial spider spinning its web, layering over one another to bind the giant axe, as if intent on capturing it entirely.
Xie Jinglan charged forward. His inner landscape rumbled, surging with a massive tide of brilliant divine light that reinforced the giant axe in an attempt to cleave his foe in two.
The broken-winged Golden Crow, Qi Daozhen, had not retreated from the battlefield. Letting out a long cry, he not only reconnected his severed wing but underwent a drastic transformation.
Raging flames still swept across the sky, yet the Golden Crow vanished, replaced by a phoenix bathed in the light of nirvana. Its severed wing had fully regenerated.
Releasing a piercing cry, it seized the combat opportunity and swooped down toward Qin Ming.
Swirling around its body, a layer of black qi mingled with dazzling fire, sweeping through the sky to pour down over Qin Ming.
The divine phoenix could undergo nirvana and rebirth, yet this rebirth brought with it a tremendous amount of death qi. Now, this black cloud baleful aura served as a terrifying offensive weapon.
In the night sky, it looked as though a blazing sun had been tainted by black smoke, plunging straight for Qin Ming.
In an instant, Qin Ming's spirit field was dyed black. However, the black fog and flames failed to press any deeper, torn apart by the Heavenly Demon force field and crushed into oblivion by the Sumeru field.
The nine-colored sword baleful aura returned. Qin Ming's entire body blazed with light, sword qi swirling from his fingertips. Facing the giant axe again, he was far more composed.
He reached out with bare hands to grasp the sharp, lightning-laced axe. Nine-colored divine light burst from his fingers. Once the sacred baleful auras blended together, they resembled fine, terrifying threads.
"What?" Xie Jinglan felt something amiss. A sharp snap echoed from the axe's edge, leaving yet another notch upon it.
In an instant, his inner landscape rumbled, and the giant axe ahead dissolved into streaming light, gathering and dispersing without fixed form. It was not a physical object, and it now spun back into his grasp.
Qin Ming stomped down, detonating the surface of the sea. With a boom, a colossal pit like an abyss was carved into the water, sending waves cascading in all directions.
He soared into the air, capable of brief flight. The sacred baleful aura between the five fingers of his right hand took shape, condensing into a nine-colored celestial saber that swept out with a whistling slash toward the black-fog-wreathed phoenix.
Qi Daozhen spread his wings and soared across the sky in magnificent splendor. He propped up an expanse of brilliant immortal light, densely woven within as though inscribed with scriptures, blasting it toward his opponent.
With a booming crash, Qin Ming's saber severed the dazzling immortal light. Traveling with his blade, man and saber seemingly merged into one, tearing through the vast sky.
With a squelch, he struck the divine phoenix, sending blood splattering in all directions.
Qi Daozhen groaned. He felt his luck was truly wretched—how could he have encountered such an opponent? He had transformed into a legendary true spirit; ordinarily, how could anyone cleave through his flesh and blood so easily?
Now, the phoenix's right wing was severed, and the right side of its body was pierced through by the saber radiance. It was nearly cleaved in two, its blood staining the night mist crimson.
It had to be said that the *True Spirit Dao Classic* possessed the marvel of seizing the creation of heaven and earth. As one of the supreme scriptures above the nine heavens, it truly made Qi Daozhen as difficult to extinguish as an immortal phoenix.
Bathed in the light of nirvana, the blood-soaked divine bird vanished from its spot and reappeared in the distance. It shrieked miserably. Though its body had dimmed, it had not perished, and it reassembled once more.
Moreover, this time it transformed into a celestial dragon. Azure scales all over its body flowed with a cold, metallic luster as it coiled in the night sky, staring fixedly at Taiyi. Dragon qi billowed out, terrorizing numerous creatures within the sea into shivering trembles.
"You do have a few tricks," Qin Ming remarked. Surviving a direct hit from his saber radiance was proof enough of the man's extraordinary caliber. The technique this person practiced was undoubtedly a supreme art of Yujing.
Yet to Qi Daozhen, it felt as though his opponent were deliberately mocking him.
He did indeed feel deeply humiliated. He was a disciple valued by an Earth Immortal, possessed of transcendent strength. Yet upon encountering this Taiyi, he had nearly been slain in an instant, suffering grievous injuries with every exchange.
Xie Jinglan stood upon the sea's surface, his temples streaked with white and his face sickly, his inner landscape roaring with power.
At this moment, within his divine pure land, a glowing figure manifested, and the giant axe materialized once again.
The radiant figure seized the giant axe, exuding a perilous aura as it stepped out of the inner landscape pace by pace, seeking to cross into reality!
Divine patterns surfaced across Xie Jinglan's body, as though he were merging into the divine pure land to become one with that radiant silhouette.
Qin Ming slashed out with a single saber strike, unleashing the Sky-Severing saber intent. The sky and sea merged into a single line, leaving only a magnificent ribbon of saber radiance between the night sky and the boundless waters.
He did not underestimate this grey-templed adversary, sensing that the man's methods were exceptional and genuinely dangerous.
Xie Jinglan was not merely gathering strength; the deity within his inner landscape, brandishing the giant axe, virtually merged with his true body in an instant, an act no outsider could interrupt.
With a thunderous roar, his aura surged drastically.
Then, the silhouette overlapped with him completely, and he charged straight at his opponent, brandishing the giant axe.
He shouted, "Taiyi, you are indeed strong, but I, Xie Jinglan, am no weakling! I squandered decades of my life only to achieve nirvana and return today to step into the ranks of the strongest!"
Years ago, his cultivation had been utterly ruined, partly due to the descendants of an Earth Immortal, and partly because he had sought to comprehend the Heaven-Opening Axe. He had been fortunate enough to come into contact with that legendary legacy.
Qin Ming treated him with great seriousness, stepping across the surface of the sea to meet this opponent.
With a sharp clang, the nine-colored saber manifesting in his grasp poured forth like a cascading river of stars, exuding a terrifying sacred baleful aura.
Xie Jinglan's body swelled considerably as he brought the giant axe crashing down.
In an instant, titanic waves surged through the sea. Blade and axe collided, releasing dense, overlapping sheets of saber qi and axe radiance that resembled ten thousand swords unleashed at once, detonating the ocean.
Qin Ming was surprised. This opponent was truly formidable; that giant axe blazed like a scorching sun, able to trade blows with him while posing a genuine threat of death.
In a flash, the two engaged in a ferocious clash, blade and axe colliding six times in rapid succession. Saber qi tore through the night curtain while axe radiance ripped the vast sea apart. The space above and below was filled with the dancing shadows of blades and axes.
Xie Jinglan was even more shocked than Qin Ming.
The legacy he had obtained could rival the highest arts of Yujing. Back then, his inner landscape had collapsed precisely because of the Heaven-Opening Axe, forcing him to start over from scratch.
Now that he had risen again, he could be considered to have truly attained the Dao.
Yet now, having manifested that Heaven-Opening axe intent while standing in the middle stage of the fourth realm, he was actually unable to take down someone whose realm was lower than his own.
His blood and vital energy churned, and his arms trembled faintly.
The two parted, gazing at each other from a distance.
With a flash of light, a saber gleam flared. Lightning crackled across the sea's surface as layer upon layer of saber radiance expanded, violent and terrifying as sudden thunder.
Xie Jinglan sucked in a cold breath. After parrying with four successive axe swings, he drifted back in retreat. The notches on his giant axe were shocking to behold; if this continued, the axe would snap.
At this moment, Qin Ming was undergoing rebirth. His mind lamp burned brighter and brighter, rendering his body completely translucent, as though harboring a blazing sun within. His entire being radiated light.
His aura steadily intensified. Originally, his mind lamp had merely been embryonic, having just crossed the threshold of the fourth realm. Yet through this rebirth, vibrant vitality surged within him, breaking through to the second layer of the mind lamp.
Upon reaching the fourth realm, even the chosen seeds of the immortal path and esoteric sects progressed at a crawl. Otherwise, there would never have been the saying that a hundred-year-old grandmaster was still considered young.
Even among peerless geniuses, many had to spend a full decade within the fourth realm.
For Qin Ming to achieve such a swift and violent breakthrough left him thoroughly satisfied.
Xie Jinglan gripped his giant axe and waded through the waves, his footsteps heavy and forceful. The entire ocean resonated with his stride, kicking up surging breakers.
At the same time, ethereal mist drifted from his body, blurring his entire figure. In the fourth realm of the esoteric sect, one could penetrate the netherworld, seemingly capable of walking between reality and illusion.
Xie Jinglan took a deep breath and unleashed his strongest offensive. The axe radiance seemed to slice through eternity as it cleaved forward, instantly detonating the ocean.
At the same moment, Qi Daozhen moved. Now in the form of a celestial dragon, his massive serpentine body coiled and thrashed. His fleshly strength was peerless, perfectly suited for close-quarters slaughter.
The dozen-odd figures not far away moved as well, launching an assault in unison. They understood clearly that they had to unite against a common foe; trying to escape on their own offered no hope at all. Only by joining hands to eliminate Taiyi could they survive.
In a flash, monstrous waves churned in the sea. Qin Ming clashed three times with Xie Jinglan, the vibrations causing the latter's arms to spasm, tearing the flesh from his fingers to expose the bone.
Moreover, throughout this process, Qin Ming extended his left hand, exchanging blows several times with the celestial dragon Qi Daozhen had become.
In the night sky, Qi Daozhen was deeply shaken. His opponent's fingers rivaled dragon claws, and wrapped in nine types of sacred baleful aura, their impact caused every dragon scale on his body to flare open.
Furthermore, his dragon claws dripped with blood, feeling as though they were fractured.
As for the distance, among the dozen-odd charging cultivators, five had already been swallowed by saber radiance. Saber qi churned deep within their bodies before detonating them completely.
"Seal your six senses—now!" Xie Jinglan transmitted his voice secretly, alerting his allies.
Immediately after, ashes broke through the soil of his inner landscape, forming half an axe handle that resonated with the realm and empowered the giant axe.
In an instant, the giant axe in Xie Jinglan's hands seemed to combust, eventually fracturing and bursting apart, returning into the divine pure land.
A terrifying power spread and expanded. Xie Jinglan's inner landscape spewed forth axe radiance, carrying an irresistible, overwhelming intent as it pressed down upon Qin Ming.
At that moment, Xie Jinglan coughed up a massive mouthful of blood first. His inner landscape lay in tatters, on the verge of collapsing.
Decades ago, his inner landscape had shattered in just this manner, crippling him.
Today, he had actively chosen to reenact that past nightmare.
However, he was prepared. His mind nearly plunged into complete extinction, letting the axe radiance and its terrifying Heaven-Opening intent crash toward his opponent.
The sudden turn caught Qin Ming entirely off guard; he had never expected an opponent he was steadily suppressing to erupt with such axe radiance.
He knew the problem lay within those ashes—likely the remnant of a true giant axe. Now forming an axe handle, it manifested an unfathomable, hazy domain.
Qin Ming's mind was heavily shaken, and his gaze turned momentarily blank.
"Now!" Qi Daozhen had not fully sealed his six senses, retaining a spark of conscious spiritual light. With a furious roar, he spat out a talisman that shot straight toward Qin Ming.
This was a forbidden measure he had prepared in advance before entering the Night Ruins.
It was a sheet of "luminous paper" condensed from Dao patterns rather than physical material. Inscribed with densely packed script, it was a contract that illuminated the entire void.
Qin Ming sensed it instantly. The luminous paper shot straight for his consciousness, making his skin crawl.
"An immortal contract!" He was no stranger to this kind of document. Back when he had faced Liguang of the sun elf race, he had clashed with such a contract meant to enslave drudges.
Now, as the immortal contract penetrated his mind, his hairs stood on end.
Beset by internal and external perils, Qin Ming faced the crushing domain of the Heaven-Opening Axe's intent from without, while the immortal contract sought to take hold within.
With a low roar, the power throughout his entire body boiled.
Qin Ming's silk book method ran wildly. Heavenly light, consciousness, and divine wisdom merged into one, propping up brilliant divine rings around his body one after another.
In addition, his inner landscape unfolded, using his own divine domain to meet the intent domain of the giant axe.
At the same time, his spirit field manifested, making the void seem to collapse as tangible ripples expanded to defend against the invading power on all fronts.
Immediately after, his spirit thundered. Heavenly light blended with sacred baleful aura and consciousness, shining like a blazing sun to combat the immortal contract, crashing against that sheet of luminous paper.
"He held it off for now." After the ash handle carrying the intent domain crashed into the opponent's inner landscape, Xie Jinglan opened his eyes and fully revived.
Decades ago, when facing such an impact, his inner landscape had completely collapsed, entirely incapable of withstanding it. Only now, having contemplated the Heaven-Opening Axe and gradually adapted to it, did he dare face it once more.
"Senior Brother Xie, help me!" Qi Daozhen cried out in terror.
He discovered that his opponent's conscious spiritual light was too terrifying, burning like a great sun and containing the three auras of the immortal path, esoteric sect, and body refining. Heavenly light blended with sacred baleful aura, threatening to ignite the immortal contract entirely.
With a whoosh, Xie Jinglan also produced a sheet of luminous paper. Clearly, he too had studied immortal contracts and had prepared one in advance.
Qin Ming caught his breath, having endured the impact of the intent domain carried by the axe handle. The radiance upon his body grew increasingly fierce as he launched his counterattack.
His heavenly light and consciousness merged, becoming more terrifying than pure yang power. It repelled the immortal contract and flipped it back; even the one Xie Jinglan had produced was frozen in place.
Then, Qin Ming began to reverse the process.
Between him and the two men, the luminous sheets blazed brightly, resembling two golden bridges covered in star-like script.
Qin Ming met them head-on, completely overturning the glowing documents and sending them hurtling back.
"No!" Qi Daozhen screamed, horror written across his face. If the contract backfired and took effect upon him, he would become the one enslaved.
Xie Jinglan's expression changed as well, and he let out a low roar.
While resisting within the spiritual domain, they launched attacks with their true bodies.
At this moment, Qin Ming ascended to the absolute peak of his power. Using the principles of the silk book to govern all arts, his fist radiance blazed, illuminating the pitch-black sky.
With a bang, all the dragon scales across Qi Daozhen's body detonated. His dragon form snapped into three segments and went flying.
"Burn!" he roared, near self-destruction as he sought to tear the talisman paper apart, unwilling to suffer the backlash.
Xie Jinglan wielded the giant axe, coughing up huge mouthfuls of blood after clashing head-on with Qin Ming. He faced the exact same crisis: the immortal contract glowed, invading his consciousness.
"Break!" he shrieked, burning his spiritual field without hesitation in an attempt to destroy the contract.
With a thud, a blast of fist radiance from Qin Ming pierced straight through him, while the spirit field nearly tore him to pieces.
Xie Jinglan flew backward, crashing into the ocean.
"This..." The remaining eleven people felt their scalps tingle with dread. How could they possibly fight this? They could not flee, nor could they win; they were trapped in utter despair.
With his black hair dancing and eyes sharp as cold lightning, Qin Ming walked across the sea like a god or demon, raising continuous tsunamis. Flickering forward with every step, his fist radiance caused those cultivators to explode one after another, shattering into mist.
"Go easy!" the yellow imperial parasol called out.
Qin Ming's strikes were so devastating that the terrifying force of his heavenly light threatened to completely incinerate the conscious spiritual lights fleeing from their physical bodies.
"This... the parasol eats people!"
Those conscious spiritual lights were horrified. As the yellow imperial parasol spun, it sucked them all inside, plunging them into utter despair.
Surging with murderous intent, Qin Ming stared at the opponent who had used the *True Spirit Dao Classic* to revert to a phoenix once more, piecing his body together with the last vestiges of nirvana light.
Then, he turned his gaze toward Xie Jinglan, who was struggling to emerge from the sea.
Originally, he had intended to throw a punch to send both on their way. However, seeing them contorted in agony, their faces twisting as the spiritual light of the immortal contracts gradually enveloped them, he temporarily curbed his killing intent.
"How could this happen?" Qi Daozhen was utterly crestfallen. This defeat was far too miserable; he had actually fallen to such a state.
Xie Jinglan was dazed as well. The white hair at his temples had multiplied significantly; he seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant.
Qin Ming walked forward, carefully probing and sensing their conditions.
Both men were severely drained of vitality. At the crucial moment, they had acted ruthlessly, detonating parts of their own spiritual fields. Though heavily damaged, they had managed to destroy only a fraction of the immortal contracts.
On the whole, about seventy percent of the immortal contract documents remained intact. They were no longer free men, having fallen completely under Qin Ming's control.
Qin Ming still radiated murderous aura. The audacity of these two to use an immortal contract against him, seeking to drive him like a drudge, was truly deserving of death.
Only after ten full breaths did he restrain his murderous intent, gradually calming down. The outcome had turned out quite well, leaving him satisfied; these two had reaped what they sowed.
Qin Ming hauled over Qi Daozhen, who had reverted to human form, and said, "Come on, tell me what true classic you cultivate. Recite it for me."
Bitterness filled Qi Daozhen. Moments ago, he had been a celestial looking down upon the mortal ground, a genuine disciple of an Earth Immortal. Yet in the blink of an eye, he had become a prisoner.
Qin Ming snapped, "Speak!"
Qi Daozhen sighed and said, "With the immortal contract bound to me, I cannot disobey your will. However, deep within my soul lies a restriction left by the Earth Immortal. If I recite the true classic, my conscious spiritual light will instantly detonate on the spot, and you will likely gain nothing."
Qin Ming's expression instantly darkened. With a sharp slap, he struck Qi Daozhen, fracturing his jaw and knocking loose several teeth mixed with blood.
"And you?" Qin Ming turned to look at the sickly Xie Jinglan.
"I am the same as him," Xie Jinglan said despondently, feeling a deep sense of sorrow and desolation. He had squandered decades, thinking that by regaining the Dao he would make a king's return.
Who could have foreseen that someone could endure the Heaven-Opening Axe and completely outshine him even while he stood in his strongest state?
"Then what use are you!" Qin Ming fumed.
"Give them to me!" the shrunken yellow imperial parasol transmitted its intent.
Qin Ming did not kill the two immediately. Instead, he said, "Tell me about matters up in the heavens."
Evidently, whenever secrets or taboos were involved, neither could speak. The moment the restrictions within them stirred, their spiritual fields would rumble, on the verge of disintegrating at any moment.
Qin Ming kicked them both over, snapping several of their bones with crisp cracks.
He passed judgment: "I have never seen captives so utterly useless!"
Instantly, both men grew furious. A gentleman could be killed but not humiliated; they actually sought to self-detonate.
"Stop!" Qin Ming barked.
A wave of sorrow washed over the two. They could not even end their own lives; their fates were no longer their own, halted by a single command.
Soon, however, a look of delight crossed Qin Ming's face. While clearing away the ashes within his divine pure land, he noticed something unusual—they actually contained a unique intent.
With just a slight resonance, he could glimpse the cultivation method of the Heaven-Opening Axe!
He immediately withdrew. This was not the proper place, as that axe radiance was far too terrifying, threatening to split open one's very mind.
"This giant axe within the inner landscape—how did you obtain the method, and how is it cultivated?" Qin Ming asked.
Sure enough, Xie Jinglan's Heaven-Opening Axe had not been taught by the old Earth Immortal monsters.
"Back then, most of the axe handle had turned to ash. I touched a small surviving segment of the wooden handle and obtained the intent diagram, after which it completely combusted into ash."
Furthermore, he revealed that there had also been a small piece of the axe blade, which had been seized by a descendant of the ancestral Earth Immortal.
Xie Jinglan said, "I can only describe the intent diagram in words. It is deeply mysterious and cannot be manifested through spiritual light. You will likely be unable to master it."
After listening to his explanation, Qin Ming did not say much.
"You might as well just kill us!" The two harbored thoughts of death.
Qin Ming frowned with displeasure. "Don't put on such a tragic act, as if I'm the villain here. You need to understand: you came after me, and in the end, you were captured instead. You brought this entirely upon yourselves!"
"The victor is king; the loser is an outlaw," Qi Daozhen said.
Xie Jinglan remained silent, not wanting to say anything more.
Qin Ming grew increasingly dissatisfied. After capturing two useless burdens, they had actually grown obstinate, looking ready to meet death with noble defiance.
After pondering back and forth, he decided to "make use of the waste," saying, "You two will explore the deep sea for me..."
He handed the route map left by the shrimp-dragon to the two, instructing them to explore and bring back whatever they gained.
As for himself, he did not know enough about the Night Ruins yet. He would never plunge blindly into that unknown stretch of sea simply because the shrimp-dragon had invited him once.
"You are forbidden from taking your own lives. Keep this firmly in mind: be completely loyal to me. If you find fortunes from the cave estate of an ancient mighty being, I will reward you. Reclaiming your freedom in the future is not out of the question."
Qin Ming gave them all sorts of "reminders," agreed upon a time to meet, and then sent them into the deep sea.
Xie Jinglan and Qi Daozhen felt the sky of their lives turn completely bleak. Setting out with despair in their hearts, they felt as though heavy snow were falling between heaven and earth, filled with bleak confusion.
"Buck up, the future looks promising!" Qin Ming shouted.
Instantly, the two were forced to become "spirited." They raised their heads, feeling an actual surge of drive within their hearts as they began marching toward the deep sea.
Qin Ming wore a look of astonishment. This immortal contract truly possessed a demonic quality—even this worked?
"I feel like crying. I really don't want to be in such high spirits," Qi Daozhen said, yet a smile hung on his face, brimming with confidence. This energetic display clashed starkly with his words.
Xie Jinglan replied, "Can you resist it? The immortal contract is rooted deep in our consciousness and cannot be removed. Forget it, let's take it one step at a time and look forward to that promising future."
Suddenly, he looked back, his entire body freezing. Why did it look as though Heaven-Opening axe radiance were rising from the sea in the distance? How was that possible?
Xie Jinglan was utterly dumbfounded. That man had only heard him describe it once, without ever seeing the Heaven-Opening Axe intent diagram, and he had managed to comprehend it? What kind of monster was he?!
***
Qin Ming was filled with joy. Having achieved complete rebirth and broken through his bottleneck, both his physique and spirit had reached a higher tier.
His body and mind felt lucid and light. The "Dao markers" upon him had dispersed entirely during the process of nirvana.
"Above the nine heavens, are those old monsters still waiting for me to ascend? Keep on waiting. What a pity I cannot draw close to see the expressions on your old faces in person."
Gradually, a smile spread across Qin Ming's face, filled with a deep sense of harvest. He had acquired a truly remarkable trump card—the Inner Landscape Heaven-Opening Axe. Even in the heavens above, this was likely a sect-defining supreme art.
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