The people of the Godkin Society felt as though they had encountered a fellow practitioner of their craft. Slogans like "Burn my heavenly light to purify the mortal world" were far more sinister and demonic than anything their own organization professed.
With his body "riddled with gaps," Qin Ming walked bathed in light. As he stepped over the ruins, he left behind a trail of golden footprints, making him appear all the more detached and transcendent above the mortal realm.
His hair disheveled and his body drenched in blood, Lin Shuyue was singled out by the monster before him, hounded to the point where there seemed no road to heaven and no door into the earth.
Qin Ming was practically a walking avatar of heavenly light. Wherever he passed, broken walls and crumbling debris disintegrated, while brass bricks and silver tiles melted away. In his hand, he held a massive hammer manifested from heavenly light, smashing forward blow after blow.
Night mist exploded, the ruins blew apart, and the earth tore asunder. Massive golden pillars, colossal bronze lions, and other heavy remnants were hurled high into the air.
Lin Shuyue had never felt so humiliated in his life. He felt like a mole, scurrying and hiding everywhere, only to have an exaggerated hammer of heavenly light come crashing down the moment he poked his head out.
Behind him lay utter devastation and ruin. The ground caved in, and colossal black chasms spread into the distance, affecting faraway buildings and streets.
And this was even with the old tree-man, the red bird grandmaster, and the bipedal ape demon joining the fray, continuously attacking Hu Dingming.
Suddenly, Lin Shuyue felt the void warp. The surrounding night mist burned away as a searing pain struck his back as if it were about to crack open. He knew his opponent was closing in at terrifying speed.
Forced to turn and meet the attack, he found his vision stripped of everything else in an instant—only heavenly light remained, flooding his sight and drowning him.
"Ahhh..." he wailed, hair wild and eyes glaring so fiercely the corners nearly split. He fought back with everything he had, multicolored divine radiance bursting from his flesh like a collapsing dam.
His essence, energy, and spirit boiled, erupting in full force to oppose the colossal hammer that looked capable of shattering the firmament.
With a thunderous crash, Lin Shuyue vomited a mouthful of blood. Worse still, blood poured from his ears, nose, and eyes—crimson running from all seven orifices—as cracks spiderwebbed across his body.
The ground beneath his feet blew apart, and he was hurled through the air, splattering blood.
Panic seized Lin Shuyue. The monster radiating sacred heavenly light behind him seemed insurmountable and suffocating. No wonder the dream bug had placed such importance on him and traced him so relentlessly.
Qin Ming demanded, "Hand over my Reappearance of the Mortal Realm!"
Lin Shuyue's chest heaved violently, his lungs practically bursting with fury. It was always their Godkin Society that acted tyrannical and overbearing, but now they had run into a ruthless character who not only robbed them in broad daylight, but did so with righteous indignation!
Surrounded by a shower of light, Qin Ming trod upon empty air. In his hand, he swung a luminous hammer the size of a house, exuding immense pressure. Dense patterns of Hunyuan force were etched across the hammer, rattling the night sky with sonic booms.
With a resounding thud, he abruptly swung upward toward the sky. The red bird grandmaster, who had been swooping down silently, swerved at extreme speed and barely dodged the blow.
The hammer carried terrifying astral winds and blazing heavenly light. Even the glancing scrape bristled the red feathers across the bird's entire body, weighing it down with oppressive force.
Suddenly, like a divine demon roaming the depths of the night mist, Qin Ming moved with uncanny speed. Wings of thunder appeared behind his back, while tangible patterns wove beneath his feet as he teleported repeatedly across the ruins.
He swung the hammer, nearly pulverizing Lin Shuyue and cracking numerous bones inside him with sharp snaps.
Yet his true target was not this divine son, but the dream bug—which he had finally located.
Qin Ming found this bug extremely dangerous and eerie. It could actually see through a portion of his true background—such an outstanding ability made him determined to capture it.
The dream bug intercepted myriad techniques within the great dye vat of the mortal realm to comprehend the Dao, earning the wariness of even deities. As the saying went, after one bug passed through three generations, it would ultimately be sent into the depths of the night mist world.
Qin Ming's eyes were deep. Now that he had crossed paths with it, there was no backing away. He intended to capture the bug alive or slay it outright.
"Where do you think you're going?" He shattered the ruins ahead with a single hammer strike.
Encased in a block of bone-chilling ice marrow, the dream bug, merely an inch long with transparent wings carrying starlight, suddenly darted away.
It sent a psychic transmission: "Activate the formation!"
Within the ruins, intricate silver lines lit up, spreading into the night sky to trap Qin Ming.
Nearby, members of the Godkin Society below the grandmaster realm seemed to hear a summons. Shaking off their fear, they surged forward like a tide, coordinating their attack with the formation.
Many unleashed exotic treasures, bombarding Hu Dingming, while others drew spirit bows to rain dense volleys of spirit arrows down upon the trapped young grandmaster.
"A hastily arranged formation hopes to trap me?" Inside Qin Ming's body, heaven-and-earth patterns wove across his purple-gold core, exceptionally dazzling. Focusing on lightning arts, he attacked in a single direction.
He had long sensed the stirrings here, even catching wisps of emotional fluctuations, and knew an incomplete formation was taking shape.
He had consulted the yellow imperial parasol, which confirmed the formation was of little consequence and could be breached directly.
With a roar, lightning bolts crashed one after another. Qin Ming appeared to be breaking through with brute force, but suddenly the Sovereign Canopy spun, carrying him as he charged in another direction.
From Qin Ming's body, trump cards like sword fiend-qi and thunder sigils poured out continuously, striking toward the hidden dream bug.
The dream bug fled in panic, teleporting away. The gold needles stuck in its body were stained with blood; forcing out its power was proving too much for its injured frame to bear.
Unease gripped its mind. That person was supposed to be its antidote, someone who might help it escape its predicament, yet right now he brought only mortal peril.
*Indeed, fortune and misfortune lean upon each other,* it realized. It had vaguely caught a glimpse of dawn to escape its plight, but had failed to notice the accompanying calamity.
"Missed it!" Qin Ming was annoyed. Even heavily injured, the bug could teleport repeatedly, ultimately disappearing into an underground fissure beyond his reach.
Bursting out of the formation, he immediately charged toward Lin Shuyue. He had to prioritize; he couldn't have everything at once, so securing the wondrous flower Reappearance of the Mortal Realm came first.
Along the way, Qin Ming showed no mercy to the Godkin Society members swarming around the formation. Opening his Hunyuan spirit field in full coordination with the Geomagnetic Scripture, tangible ripples expanded outward.
At this point, any enemy below the grandmaster realm who came near him faced an uncontested slaughter.
Wherever Qin Ming passed, the void blurred as though undergoing a terrifying collapse. The bodies of the Godkin Society members twisted in an instant, bursting apart one after another in wet thuds.
Others fell into madness, drawn in by the hallucinogenic phantoms of the Great Dream Divine Mushroom within his Hunyuan spirit field. Their mental fields scrambled, they began slaughtering one another.
"Use people as the formation!" Lin Shuyue shouted in desperation. He saw Qin Ming advancing bathed in light, leaving a storm of blood in his wake as he rapidly closed the distance. There was nowhere to hide.
He sent a transmission to the grandmasters: "Everyone, gather your followers immediately! Use them as a formation to refine the target's spirit! His physical body has long shattered—seize this chance to sever his consciousness!"
"Let's try it!"
"Looks like we'll be bedridden for a long time after this."
The old tree-man, red bird grandmaster, and the others agreed. Hu Dingming was simply too ferocious; even joining hands, they couldn't suppress him. If this dragged on, he would pick them off one by one.
They quickly barked orders to their subordinates: "Activate your human formations and refine his spirit!"
Instantly, aside from those crushed by Qin Ming along the path, the rest of the Godkin Society members' eyes turned crimson. Their mental fields roared as special patterns emerged across their bodies.
In moments, a massive net of consciousness seemed to form over the ruins. Reinforced by exotic treasures, every strand of the net burned like red-hot iron as it descended over Qin Ming.
This human formation was named Spirit Refinement. Simple and straightforward, it did exactly as its name implied.
At that moment, Qin Ming's battered physical vessel finally gave out and fell completely to pieces. His consciousness, fused with heavenly light, soared out, abandoning the ruined tigerfolk body.
In an instant, everyone felt as though needles were piercing their eyes. The ball of light was blinding, several times more blazing than before, hanging in the air like a blazing sun.
Qin Ming frowned. In a complete state of spirit wandering, he indeed felt the suppression of this area as the Spirit Refinement formation descended upon him, but it only caused mild discomfort rather than any existential threat.
Having tempered his consciousness with heavenly light, he had essentially been refining his spirit daily, and he had drawn down thunder and fire through two consecutive rainy seasons. Even stripped of bodily protection, his consciousness had nothing to fear from such a formation.
"Over here!" the White Tiger female grandmaster transmitted. Having just held off the bipedal ape demon, she signaled Hu Dingming to come over and take shelter in her body.
In truth, with the yellow imperial parasol in hand, Qin Ming had no fear of the Spirit Refinement formation; Old Huang was an expert in this realm.
Still, he moved toward the White Tiger female grandmaster. If she truly harbored ill intentions, this was an ideal opportunity to test her depth.
He reasoned that if she were formidable enough and wanted to harm him, she wouldn't need to complicate things—she could simply strike.
The next moment, Qin Ming successfully borrowed her vessel. His consciousness, wrapped in Hunyuan heavenly light, merged into the White Tiger female grandmaster, and she generously yielded control to him.
Qin Ming opened his eyes. The sensation was downright bizarre. He shook his head, and waist-length silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
He found nothing amiss with the body. The White Tiger female grandmaster had shrunk into a miniature silver-haired girl, sitting cross-legged deep within the physical shell.
"Time to end this!" Qin Ming surveyed the surroundings. With the Sovereign Canopy hovering above his head, he stepped forward, striding with... an elegant cat-walk toward the crowd.
The instincts of this physical vessel were truly strange. Qin Ming was thoroughly masculine, yet his current gait bore a delicate, lotus-stepping grace.
Accelerating abruptly, he shot forward like a divine rainbow, charging at Lin Shuyue to secure that sky-high auction item before anything else.
Battle erupted anew. The golden ape demon and the old tree-man fought with desperate resolve; they knew that if even one more grandmaster fell, none of them would escape alive, and their ranks would crumble entirely as they were picked off one by one.
Above the ruins, it wasn't just his opponents who felt off—even Qin Ming couldn't get used to it. When he glared fiercely, he didn't look menacing at all.
The yellow imperial parasol even informed him that his eyes were glistening softly like autumn waters.
Above all, when he swung his leg in a sweeping kick, he found it an eyesore to watch—so fair, so long, and tinged with supple beauty.
Moreover, when he spun, the waist was far too slender, making the flow of power somewhat clumsy.
Before the enemy could do anything, Qin Ming couldn't take it anymore. "I'd better give this body back to you!"
Fighting his way to a safe area, he broke free from the graceful vessel. If he continued fighting like this, he would defeat himself—every move was far too effeminate and dainty.
With Qin Ming's spirit wandering forth, it shone like a blazing sun casting its light, unleashing power of ultimate hardness and ferocity as he charged across.
"Spirit Refinement... has no effect on him!"
The grandmasters present were shocked by this revelation. To what extent had this young grandmaster's consciousness turned into Pure Yang, to where he didn't even need a physical body?
Right now, Qin Ming was at the height of his power, shining like the sun at high noon.
Those in the Godkin Society below the grandmaster realm looked at him just as Qin Ming had once looked at Cao Qianqiu hanging like a blazing sun in the sky—a terrifying, peerless juggernaut.
Qin Ming possessed far too many scriptures. Every gesture and step was a wondrous technique. Employing various combinations, even a casual strike carried unmatched might.
Just like now: he channeled the Divine Cicada Scripture, and thousands of cicadas took flight in an instant, swarming all opponents with deafening buzzes.
Meanwhile, he supplemented it with the Script of the Primal Myriad Thunderbolts to empower the thousand cicadas. Instantly, every golden cicada was inscribed with lightning runes. Such fusion yielded power vastly greater than before.
Terror filled the eyes of the Godkin Society's younger and mid-generation members. There was no dodging this. The cicadas flew like lightning, far too fast, and pierced straight through countless bodies.
Even as a grandmaster, Lin Shuyue panicked; his shoulder blade had blown apart.
For Qin Ming was primarily targeting him, pouring out every technique upon the divine son.
Without question, Lin Shuyue was remarkably brilliant; otherwise, he would have been dispatched long ago instead of holding out until now.
As Qin Ming turned almost berserk, thunder sigils, black-and-white light, and geomagnetic lines wove together densely before him. Lin Shuyue could hold on no longer. Even with other grandmasters fighting beside him, he suffered grievous wounds.
Pouring his strength into Hunyuan blade light, Qin Ming sent a snowy-bright celestial blade flashing across the night sky, severing one of Lin Shuyue's arms in a massive shower of blood.
With a whoosh, the severed arm was swept up by Qin Ming's heavenly light. He ripped off the storage bracelet and instantly spotted the Reappearance of the Mortal Realm sealed in a jade casket inside.
"Finally in hand!" Qin Ming was thoroughly pleased. This was one of the most prized items at the Kaiyuan Grand Gathering, potentially carrying information and secrets regarding how a deceased Earth Immortal had struggled back to the mortal realm from the lands of death.
Of course, its medicinal value was even more astonishing—supreme experts of the seventh realm coveted it to refine into a Dragon-Tiger Great Medicine.
Lin Shuyue's eyes turned bloodshot. This wasn't his personal possession; it was an item he had won at auction on behalf of his father, a true deity!
The grandmasters felt a chill. Were they truly unable to hold him back? Except for the red bird grandmaster, who could flee at any moment, none of them had any confidence left.
"Help me, everyone! This old man will risk his life to manifest the Forest Sacred Domain!" the old tree-man cried out. Being the slowest among them, he had little hope of escaping, leaving him no choice but to fight to the death.
Qin Ming said, "Capture the dream bug and give it to me, and I will cease hostilities and leave."
"Stop trying to sow discord!"
The grandmasters knew they either had to hold out until the ancient deities or great grandmasters returned, or save themselves. Any compromise would lead to total collapse.
The old tree-man's frame swelled massively like an awakening ancient giant. The lush green miniature forest atop his head expanded, preparing to engulf the area.
He grew taller even than the fifteen-meter-tall bipedal ape demon. The red bird grandmaster and the one-armed Lin Shuyue poured in divine power to help him expand the Forest Sacred Domain.
With the word "Sacred" in its name, it was naturally a formidable technique.
The old tree-man's essence, energy, and spirit surged as green radiance billowed. His body showed signs of turning entirely into wood, old bark splitting across his flesh as if he were transforming into a sky-reaching tree.
The so-called Forest Sacred Domain was indeed extraordinary. The moment the old tree-man cast the art, the domain fell upon Hu Dingming and took effect.
Submerged in dense green radiance, Qin Ming found himself standing in a primeval forest.
He could even see five-colored deer running through the woods, crimson giant oxen wreathed in flames grazing, and giant apes roaring at the sky.
Everything in this Forest Sacred Domain was vivid and tangible, resembling a miniature realm.
"Fellow Daoists, help me refine the Forest Sacred Domain and obliterate this fiend!" the old tree-man bellowed. He couldn't sustain this for long; the drain was immense.
"Interesting." As Qin Ming circulated the World-Abiding Scripture here, he found it remarkably smooth, for wisps of longevity qi permeated the space.
With a boom, he punched toward the forest ground, aiming to smash through the domain.
"Help me, Daoists!" The old tree-man grew fearful that the other party would shatter the domain, which would leave him in mortal danger.
"We're with you!"
After trying a few strikes, Qin Ming felt he could break out, but doing so would consume substantial heavenly light. He decided to switch tactics.
Circulating the World-Abiding Scripture with Chaos force, green mist surged instantly, and dense vitality inundated the domain.
"He's stripping... my longevity qi!" The old tree-man was horrified. This had never happened before—his opponent was siphoning the power of his Forest Sacred Domain!
Qin Ming's Chaos force acted like a black hole, frantically devouring the old tree-man's wood-attribute power. After all, standing on the solid ground of the Forest Sacred Domain, the two were bound together.
He had long mastered the silk book method to perfection; beyond the Golden Thread Jade Clothes wonder, it also possessed terrifying devouring properties.
However, this devouring trait was better suited against creatures of the same origin. Otherwise, extracting heavenly light essence was difficult, and he could only borrow the power for temporary use.
Qin Ming did not share the tree-man's origin, nor did he care whether the other's longevity qi was impure. Since he was merely channeling it for temporary use, brief possession was sufficient.
In the blink of an eye, the hair of Qin Ming's consciousness turned emerald green, as did his eyelashes. Green radiance erupted from every pore, thick with unbreakable vitality.
Without hesitation, he focused completely on gathering the Longevity sword intent hidden within the World-Abiding Scripture.
This peerless sword intent, unrecorded in the text, imposed immense drain and was difficult to unleash consecutively. Even Qin Ming could only manage seven strikes.
Yet the circumstances were different now: he wasn't consuming his own source power, so there was no strain.
In fact, achieving unity of heaven and man through this wood-attribute energy made the Longevity sword intent far more grandiose and substantially more lethal.
Evidently, his so-called unity of heaven and man came from merging with the Forest Sacred Domain and devouring the old tree-man's source power.
"Something's... wrong!" The old tree-man's face turned green on the spot as the longevity qi inside him flooded into the Forest Sacred Domain like a burst dam.
With a roar, Qin Ming's first sword strike severed the green light barrier, sending the sword intent bursting into the outside world.
Then he laughed aloud. Borne up by a shimmering green leaf and clutching a tree branch sprouting fresh buds, he slashed outward at his opponents.
Lin Shuyue, the golden ape demon, and the red bird grandmaster were shocked. What was happening? They dodged swiftly.
Beaming with satisfaction, Qin Ming found the technique increasingly harmonious. Channeling the boundless vitality of vegetation to unleash the Longevity sword intent was astonishingly effortless, yet terrifyingly potent.
He struck repeatedly. With a wet stab, the fifteen-meter-tall ape demon was struck, its shoulder pierced clean through, spraying blood.
"Old tree-man..." the grandmasters shouted, sensing how dire things had gotten.
"I... can't control it!" the old tree-man wailed.
What shocked him most was that he, too, felt a sense of unity with heaven and man—except he was the offering, human strength returning to heaven and earth.
While Qin Ming's unity of heaven and man was borrowing power from heaven.
Then, all the grandmasters present watched as the old tree-man's mountain-like body shrank, and his lush green hair withered to an ashen gray.
Furthermore, the entire Forest Sacred Domain grew dim, its green light thinning at a visible pace.
Qin Ming noticed that this so-called Forest Sacred Domain hovered over the old tree-man's head; it was as if he were stepping upon his foe while striking.
Qin Ming unleashed the final three strikes, each more powerful than the last, briefly locking onto his targets—the Longevity sword intent soared to the heavens.
Lin Shuyue and the golden ape demon were heavily battered, nearly cleaved in two by Qin Ming's majestic sword intent. Even the red bird grandmaster hiding in the clouds suffered bloodstained wings.
Exhausted and withered, the old tree-man collapsed to the ground.
Qin Ming moved in for the final slaughter. He knew this was no place to linger, and the battle had to conclude.
He unleashed one hundred and eight small black swords, channeling the Script of the Primal Myriad Thunderbolts. Densely packed thunder-fire swords sliced across the sky with long shimmering trails, creating a tremendous spectacle.
Amid wet tearing sounds, both Lin Shuyue and the golden ape demon were pierced, flesh and blood flying, nearly torn to pieces on the spot. Yet being grandmasters, they roared in defiance, resisting with all their might.
As for the old tree-man, he lay limp on the ground surrounded by withered twigs and rotten leaves, appearing hundreds of years older.
Qin Ming paid them no heed. Instead, steering the thunder-fire swords, he soared into the sky, targeting the red bird grandmaster who could fly and burrow.
In the night sky, bird screeches echoed repeatedly.
Ultimately, the red bird grandmaster shrieked in agony. Its body was pierced, a section of its bright red, crystalline beak snapped off, and one of its talons was severed as it fled in disgrace.
Qin Ming sighed inwardly. Lacking the time to give chase through the air, he could only watch the red bird grandmaster flee at high speed.
Diving toward the ground, he found that the golden giant, though pierced by thunder-fire swords and heavily wounded, had not suffered a fatal blow and was still roaring.
The golden ape demon knew its speed could not match his, and escape was impossible.
He roared, "One final stand!"
Drenched in blood, his fur seemed to ignite in blazing flames as the essence, energy, and spirit within his massive fifteen-meter-tall body boiled over.
Moving both hands simultaneously, the ape demon formed thirteen special seals in quick succession, causing thirteen hazy figures to emerge.
He was staking his life.
"Fellow Daoist, I have no strength left," the old tree-man said weakly.
"Brother Ape Demon, I will assist you!" Lin Shuyue called out, multicolored divine radiance shooting skyward, almost solidifying.
*Hm?* Qin Ming grew alert, a sudden chill creeping into his heart. Someone was watching from the shadows and drawing near.
He realized it was that dream bug again, quietly arriving at the crucial moment and employing some special technique.
Qin Ming recalled all the thunder-fire swords and drew upon his most demanding trump card, using the principles of the silk book scriptures to govern myriad arts, causing dense rings of light to merge together.
*Could there be a great grandmaster?* Qin Ming felt his heart race, an almost suffocating sensation washing over him.
Without a second thought, he brought out the decayed fan and aimed it in a direction based on intuition. Instantly, the sense of threat receded like a tide.
Was the other side also wary of him?
Qin Ming sneered. Having already reached ground level with his strongest Chaos force unleashed, he could not stop now. He poured out everything against the golden ape demon and Lin Shuyue.
Dozens of divine rings resonated and shuddered violently. Though the drain was massive, this was indeed Qin Ming's ultimate technique, possessing horrific destructive power.
Bearing the brunt of the assault, the fifteen-meter-tall ape demon shuddered, covered in blood as countless wounds split open, though he managed to withstand the first blow.
Qin Ming wore a detached expression. Heedless of the cost, he delivered heavy strike after heavy strike, punching and slamming palm imprints from midair in the most ferocious burst of Chaos force he had ever unleashed—falling like a divine cascade, hanging like an overturned galaxy, submerging everything below.
"Ahhh..." the ape demon screamed. Despite the power of his thirteen seals, he lasted only a brief moment before succumbing, blood spraying from every inch of his body.
Qin Ming's expression turned solemn. This opponent was exceedingly tough; even after he deployed his trump card, the ape demon had managed to withstand a round, which was genuinely impressive.
Yet the colossal ape demon was still doomed. His golden fur burst apart inch by inch, flesh sloughing away and bones snapping as he disintegrated from head to foot.
Lin Shuyue lost his nerve. Decisively turning his multicolored divine radiance into an arched rainbow bridge reaching toward the distance, he vanished from the ape demon's side in an instant, fleeing to the horizon.
He was vastly smaller than the fifteen-meter ape demon, so most of the attacks had been absorbed by the giant beast.
On the ground, the old tree-man laughed miserably. Unable to flee, his body was shattered by stray waves of falling Chaos force, scattering withered twigs and rotten leaves everywhere as he broke apart into pieces, his fate hanging by a thread.
Blood rained from midair. The ape demon's shattered skull, severed hands, and arm bones collapsed like a jade mountain toppling, crashing down with loud clatters.
Such a gruesome scene was enough to make anyone's skin crawl.
Qin Ming threw consecutive punches, blasting the ape demon's pure yang consciousness apart several times before letting the yellow imperial parasol swallow it. He then drew over the storage bracelet.
On the ground, the old tree-man's body had charred into ash.
A shimmering green seed trembled beneath the ashes; the old tree-man had employed the wondrous art of Withered Tree Greening in Spring.
A chill struck Qin Ming again. He shifted his form sideways in a flash and brought the decayed fan into a semi-awakened state.
He saw the dream bug hovering in the distance. Most strangely, a ball of light drifted from it, within which stood an inch-tall humanoid figure treading empty air before finally halting.
Qin Ming's scalp prickled. The hazy miniature figure's eyes were unfathomably deep and bizarre, appearing seasoned by eons of time, bottomless and inscrutable.
He wondered: could that be the projection of the ancient bug?
Qin Ming noticed that the other party was also wary of him, staring repeatedly at his decayed fan.
He immediately understood: this projection existed primarily to protect the dream bug, forced to manifest at the final critical moment.
Evidently, if the projection were spent, any subsequent danger might prove fatal to the dream bug.
Qin Ming spoke at the opportune moment: "I have no intention of hunting the dream bug; I acted only in self-defense."
Then, he turned and left.
Having reaped a bountiful harvest, there was no need to take further risks.
"Are you coming?" Qin Ming asked the White Tiger female grandmaster.
She nodded and said, "Take me with you."
As she spoke, her body shrank. Though her silver hair still reached her waist, she became tiny, less than a palm's height. Her wild beauty faded, replaced by clear, wide eyes, as if she were aging backward.
"Alright, let's go!" Qin Ming grasped her, spirit wandering in an instant, and sped into the distance.
Not long after, he sensed something unusual behind him—a creature was trailing him.
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