The Fear of Being Dominated by Taiyi

Above the Night Mist Sea, two supreme civilizations stood locked in confrontation. Clad in dark gold armor, Qin Ming called out for his next opponent to come forward and face death. Earlier, he had made no secret of stating that such bloodbaths amounted to nothing more than bullying the youth of the totem system. "Who will go up and take him down?!" A group of combatants from the totem faction felt intensely humiliated. Not only had their comrades perished in defeat, but they were also being looked down upon with utter disdain. Yet from start to finish, the youth had remained calm and collected. It was as though he were merely stating plain facts, without any heated provocation in his words or expression. Taiyi’s cool detachment and easy confidence choked their chests even more, sending their emotions churning violently. "Who can get rid of Taiyi? Not by slugging it out in a bloody slugfest, but by killing him cleanly and decisively—only then will we redeem ourselves!" Their recent defeats had simply been too unsightly and gruesome. The hairy boy had been detonated with a single stroke, the mist man had been reduced to ashes, and the mutated golden colossal beast’s wondrous blood had been harvested right before everyone's eyes like an herb plucked from the ground. From the totem camp, a youth with dark bluish-black skin stepped forward. His face was chiselled as though carved by a blade, his features sharp and angular. His long hair was not stirred by the night wind, looking like a sculpted work of stone. "A body of metal and stone?" Many gasped in surprise. This was no ordinary being of pure flesh and blood; his body seemed forged with wondrous stone and refined with secret metals. His skin possessed a dark bluish-black sheen, and his frame was tall, lithe, and muscular, exuding raw power. He could open his mouth and speak like normal men, and within his metallic stone physique pulsed a rich, vibrant vitality. "Is that a monster spawned by heaven and earth? Brought onto an altar to be worshipped, once totemized, such creatures become truly terrifying." Legend had it that across the history of this system, more than half of the supreme totems were innate monstrosities. Hand-picked and enshrined upon altars to receive the veneration of countless tribes, they eventually stepped into the realm of the supreme. "You're overthinking it. Innate beings with the potential of a supreme totem aren't that easy to come by. There are some with incomplete forms, but post-natal forged ones are also seen." Even so, everyone knew that this youth with the metallic stone body had to be formidable and dangerous, radiating a deeply menacing aura. As the night wind blew, his long hair did not stir in the slightest. His heavy footsteps stamped out halo after halo of light, as if weaving innate patterns into the ground. With a sharp clang, he drew a long saber forged from the very same material as his body. It gleamed dark bluish-black, honed to razor sharpness, and flowed with a cold, metallic stone luster. "Taiyi, come and fight!" he said in a deep voice, his conviction unshakeable. From within his metallic stone skull, a brilliant light of consciousness shone forth. Qin Ming drew his blade. He had not been careless even when dealing with the hairy boy and the mist man, fighting with everything he had. Facing such an extraordinary youth totem, he naturally would not hold back. The snow-bright blade light illuminated Qin Ming’s frame, making him look all the more tall and straight. His eyes resembled cold pools; though his aura remained restrained, it radiated quiet confidence, bearing an air that suggested everything was well within his grasp. Both prepared to clash with their blades, each composed and grounded, possessing immense resolve. A chilling, murderous aura saturated the air between them, rupturing the surrounding clouds and mist. "Why are the youths of the totem race so strong?" muttered several figures on Yujing’s side. They felt that had Taiyi not stepped forward, their camp might have suffered a grievous loss in this generation of burgeoning youths. Neither the hairy boy nor the golden colossal beast could have been taken down easily by just any youth. Even the monster race's paramount prodigy, Zuo Hang, had only managed a mutual withdrawal after mutually destructive injuries. "This system holds an advantage in the early stages. They can use altars to 'force ripen' them, allowing select youth elites to receive tribal veneration in advance to nourish themselves. That's why they appear exceptionally powerful." As for the later stages, Yujing would never fall short. Everyone had seen it with their own eyes when the Dog Sword Immortal forcefully decapitated the seventh-realm Giant Rat Totem. "More importantly, the totem system came prepared. They placed special emphasis on nurturing several youths this time, having them undergo early 'totemization' precisely to embarrass us." "This supreme civilization harbors sinister designs. They want to openly suppress us, showing the major organizations deep in the night mist world that Yujing is weak, enticing others to enter the fray so they can hunt us together." Several old eccentrics on Yujing’s side sneered. The totem camp was likely lifting a rock only to drop it on their own feet. Right now, they were practically 'sacrificing' their own youths. In the arena, the blade light unleashed by the metallic stone youth cascaded down like a divine waterfall. Blade rays spilled everywhere as dark bluish-black currents warped the void, looking thoroughly terrifying. Qin Ming acted with complete composure, meeting the blade head-on. Snow-white saber energy poured forward like a breached mountain torrent, surging, roaring, and endlessly crashing. Blade light violently clashed between the two. Runes flared in abundance, lighting up in sweeping sheets. Amid sharp clangs, their long sabers struck each other again and again, sending dense showers of sparks spraying outward. Scratches appeared on the young totem’s body as fragments of stone and metal flew off. Qin Ming’s saber technique was peerless, approaching the level of the Dao. Parrying the opponent's dark bluish-black blade, he landed a solid strike upon his body, yet failed to cleave it apart right away. "That is... a metallic stone physique, virtually transformed into a wondrous treasure! Impervious to weapons, an indestructible vajra body—how terrifying!" Many had realized that this young totem’s most formidable attribute was his indestructible body. Others simply could not harm him; an expert had undoubtedly helped refine that metallic stone frame. If that was the case, even without reaching the pinnacle of blade craft, he could grind any opponent to death. Qin Ming was not intimidated in the least. The long saber in his hand began to hum and buzz, vibrating continuously until the blade light trembled, resembling shimmering broken gold scattered across ripples on the sea. The aura of the blade in his grasp turned lethal. In that instant, he drew upon the Sky-Severing blade intent, fused it with the Golden Crow blade-raising stance, and channeled the Script of the Primal Myriad Thunderbolts... He refined and elevated several familiar layers of blade intent a hundredfold. His blade intent erupted like a celestial saber traversing the sky, buzzing and trembling as if about to shatter the void and fly away. This strike was like a blazing sun rising from an abyss, its brilliant blade light illuminating the world, dispelling the darkness, utterly indestructible as it cleaved toward the young totem. With a squelch, the snow-bright saber bit into the metallic stone body. Starting from between the brows, it sliced downward, devastating saber energy running rampant with peerless sharpness, bifurcating the 'totemized' youth. "This... When Taiyi gets serious, he's actually this terrifying! He can even cleave apart an indestructible vajra body!" "He cut down a 'semi-innate' monster with a single blade! That is the fourth opponent Taiyi has slain!" Qin Ming lowered his blade and stood tall. The youth with the metallic stone body was dead, cleaved into two halves. Surprisingly, blood seeped from within the corpse, vibrant with life. "Hm?" Qin Ming bent down and used his saber to slice open the torso completely. Inside, he discovered a cluster of dark bluish-black blood essence. Though small in quantity, its medicinal fragrance was rich, not inferior to the mutated golden colossal beast’s wondrous blood. "Blood of metallic stone—quite a rarity!" Qin Ming sealed it within a spiritual crystal of the highest purity and carefully stowed it away. He looked across the battlefield and uttered the same three words as before. Not arrogant, not overbearing, he asked in a calm and steady voice, "Who is next?" Without question, the totem camp's sense of grievance and humiliation had piled up to an astonishing degree. The younger generation felt as if their lungs were about to burst. It was a gentle looking-down, a calm disregard. In his quiet, effortless poise, Taiyi had driven a blade straight into their hearts, stinging them terribly. "Why do I feel like he alone could slaughter the entire younger generation of the totem faction?" On Yujing’s side, the atmosphere was completely different—cheerful and exhilarated. Many grew excited, their faces beaming with smiles. "What do you mean, 'feel'? That is plain truth and fact! After all, he is Taiyi!" Many among the younger generation held great reverence for this former number one on the rankings. In the totem camp, the young faces that had been placed upon the altars turned frosty, radiating a chilling intent to kill. A monster with a bird’s face and a human’s body spoke up. "What a pity that I'm over twenty. Otherwise, I would personally tear him to shreds." "If we cannot do it, then concede. Sending more people over is just having them die in vain," remarked an exotic beast bathed in five-colored, auspicious light. Yet the totem camp did not give up. Once again, someone stepped forward. Chains were wrapped around this youth, normally binding him. Now, with a series of sharp snaps, he forcefully shattered them. Broken links of secret metal fell scattered everywhere. It was as though he had cast off his shackles to reclaim his freedom, releasing a deeply ominous aura. "Heh..." He chuckled, the corners of his mouth curving into an eerie, manic grin. Bloodshot veins gradually crept into his eyes. His footsteps carried a deliberate cadence, neither rushed nor sluggish, as he entered the battlefield. Void of any fear, he seemed thrilled instead, as if preparing to hunt. The totemized youth’s gaze grew increasingly frenzied, his mental state clearly unstable. He licked his bloodstained lips and said, "Those old fogies actually let me out after all." "What is your name?" Qin Ming asked. "Heart Demon," the youth chuckled, twisting his neck. A faint blood mist rose from his entire body, accompanied by a chaotic yet dense spiritual radiance woven with terrifying patterns of order. Within the Mountain and Sea boundary manifested by the Golden Board, several old eccentrics perceived the truth. One of them remarked, "That is a killing machine specifically forged by the totem civilization. They gave no thought to his future, pulling up seedlings to help them grow and subjecting him to god-level sacrificial rites in a short span of time." A monster created this way held a bleak future. He might soon go mad, his consciousness muddling completely until he lost himself. "Do not underestimate him. Surviving a god-level sacrificial rite is a miracle in itself. He possesses extraordinary talents in the spiritual domain, which is why he can temporarily hold back the chaos and disorder." "Indeed, he is troublesome. I wonder how Taiyi’s cultivation in the spiritual realm fares. Normally speaking, a totemized 'Heart Demon' like this shouldn't appear in this age group." Hearing the elders' discussion, several people on Yujing’s side paled. Could Taiyi actually be defeated? He might face an innate disadvantage against such an opponent. "Since I've emerged, this battle can come to an end! None of your prodigies on Yujing’s side will be enough, even if all of you come at once!" Heart Demon seemed thoroughly deranged. Whether from absolute confidence or severe madness, his words were insolent in the extreme, holding everyone in utter contempt. He stopped abruptly. His entire head flared with light like a raging fire—chaotic spiritual force nearly materialized into substance, spreading down from his head to envelop his entire body. On Yujing’s side, many of the middle-aged and young cultivators glared with hostile looks. This crazed youth was far too arrogant, disregarding them entirely. In the totem camp, several elder totems sighed. "Yujing’s foundation exceeds our expectations. Even with our preparations, we failed to catch them off guard. Surely a youth like Taiyi is an isolated exception?" "Indeed. Now that Heart Demon is out, he should resolve the problem." This was their ultimate trump card. In truth, even among the young-adult generation, Heart Demon was a terrifying figure, difficult to handle. The old fellows of the totem camp had originally planned for Heart Demon to sweep through Yujing’s youths before challenging the young-adult generation directly. Doing so was meant to grind the opposing camp’s face into the dirt, crushing the confidence of their young generation. Order intertwined within Heart Demon’s powerful radiance of consciousness, keeping him from plunging into madness. He swept his gaze forward and proclaimed, "I have come to end this fight!" With a thunderous rumble, his spiritual power boiled over. The void blurred, collapsing as if warped by an inexplicable force, while a tangible domain rapidly expanded. Qin Ming felt no fear. He considered that if he unleashed Chaos force, blending consciousness into his heavenly light while incorporating sacred baleful aura, true fire, and thunder talisman scripts, he could probably burn right through the mental domain through sheer force. However, he was currently Taiyi. If he utilized the silk book method, there was a chance Li Wanfa, Little Rulai, and others might see through his identity. Most importantly, the Sage was present on the seventh-realm battleground. If he paid attention, he would likely discern the nature of the Chaos force. Qin Ming decided to switch methods and break through using pure technique. Immediately, he circulated the Subduing the Mind Classic. His consciousness shone like a divine rainbow, illuminating the four directions. This true classic was reputed to be one of the three most difficult classics to cultivate along the immortal path, consisting of merely four jade book pages. It taught that immortality is born from the mind, and by subduing both form and spirit, one could command them for oneself. It also encompassed myriad transformations and the slaying of the mind monkey, standing as a profoundly inscrutable scripture. After claiming top place on the heavenly sword-dueling platforms, Qin Ming had obtained two subsequent pages from the New Board’s rewards, giving him mastery over six pages in total. He had been studying it diligently because it was one of the scriptures specifically emphasized by the founding masters of the silk book method. Ranked alongside the Body-Forging Dao-Harmonizing Classic, it held the potential to resolve the tribulations of the True Form Realm. Now, Qin Ming displayed the insights he had gleaned from the Subduing the Mind Classic. Mysterious spiritual light rippled outward, wreathing his body like silken threads. Soon, the entire area became hazy. Amid a shower of light, Qin Ming’s spiritual will seemed to transform the ground into a pure land, opening a small world anew. "Huh?" The youth Heart Demon realized something was wrong. His hitherto unstoppable spiritual force met an obstacle and was invaded in turn—more precisely, it was being purified. Vaguely, he saw a pure land where rain of light rose and petals drifted in profusion. A supreme totem stood beneath an ancestral tree, looking down at him with a warm smile. "It’s an illusion, a lie! He wants to reverse-invade my mind!" Alert, Heart Demon immediately raised his defenses. Yet while his spiritual power was immense, it suffered from severe flaws, riddled with chaos and prone to madness. Now, Qin Ming’s transcendent technique targeted it directly. Within the pure land, Qin Ming seemed to become the supreme totem god presiding over all, using the Subduing the Mind Classic to pry open the darkest, foulest hell of the youth’s mind. At first, Heart Demon resisted, roaring and falling back repeatedly. But eventually, he was engulfed by falling blossoms as a torrential rain of glowing light poured down, covering him completely. The Subduing the Mind Classic was also known as the Subduing the Immortals Classic, and right now Qin Ming was using it to subdue a heart demon. The killing machine of the totem camp—the youth Heart Demon—had the abyss of his heart laid bare, his spiritual strength shattered. His body trembled, incoherently muttering something. In his eyes, he was filthy and defiled, whereas beneath the ancestral tree ahead, the supreme totem god stood transcendent, unstained by a speck of dust, looking down upon him. "Seeing me, why do you not kneel?" Qin Ming spoke calmly, using his spiritual light to cleanse the darkness and suppress the mental hell, filling the youth with shame until he lost himself and gladly accepted the purification. In the past, when Qin Ming first grasped this classic in Earth City, he had entranced Bai Meng for fifteen days, turning an enemy into a friend—an incident that had enraged Tang Yushang so much that she accused Little Bai of recognizing a thief as his father. Now that Qin Ming had reached a far higher level of comprehension, the classic was naturally vastly more terrifying. Heart Demon’s core consciousness resisted, but was ultimately brought to heel. Low growls escaped him as his turbulent thoughts gradually settled into peace. Reverently, he performed a grand prostration and fell to his knees. At that moment, everyone from both camps was dumbfounded. The extraordinarily troublesome Heart Demon, the totem camp's young killing machine, had been defeated just like that—and in such a thorough manner. Anyone could see that he had yielded from the bottom of his heart, offering disciple's salutations and kowtowing ceaselessly. It was a stunning spectacle. The other youths in the totem camp watched in blank disbelief. As for the old fogies, their faces darkened entirely. Even they felt deeply humiliated that a terrifying monster prepared with such care had been subdued so easily. Heart Demon performed three prostrations and nine kowtows, entirely earnest and devout. His entire body shone with light, gradually turning peaceful and serene. This sight completely set the venue abuzz, erupting into excited discussions on Yujing’s side. "Taiyi's methods are truly exquisite! He actually made Heart Demon recognize him as master, bowing down in devout worship!" "This... What more can I say? The same sentence applies: as expected of Taiyi!" The middle-aged and younger cultivators on Yujing’s side had fervent eyes, boiling with excitement. Meanwhile, the totem camp was draped in gloom. Many elders looked grim, feeling utterly disgraced; even these old figures felt their faces burning. With a swish, an old eccentric stepped in and swept Heart Demon away. Having their carefully nurtured prodigy kowtow to an opponent in public was humiliating enough to shame even the senior generation. Qin Ming did not deliver a killing blow. Once subdued by the Subduing the Mind Classic, if he ever crossed paths with Heart Demon again, the youth could potentially be of use to him, as his mental abyss had been thoroughly charted. He spoke, "Next. Come and fight." This time, the youth prodigies of the totem camp were completely silenced. No one stepped forward to accept the challenge. Even with stifled chests, they knew that stepping onto the field was simply throwing their lives away; they could do nothing against Taiyi. "Enough. The junior generation's clashes are mere skirmishes. It is time to end them," an elder totem stated, forcing a way out of the awkward situation. Taiyi had defeated five young powerhouses in succession, leaving no one daring to take the field and forcing an early conclusion to the matches for this age bracket. The Golden Board maintained an indifferent attitude; it was equally unconcerned about switching to the middle-aged and young-adult brackets. Qin Ming stepped back from the battlefield with measured steps, composed and confident from beginning to end. "What a devil!" A group of people from the totem system watched his retreating figure with conflicted expressions and bitter resentment. To think they had just been dominated by this single person; they felt indignant, yet dared not step forward, utterly stifled. On Yujing’s side, the mood was lighthearted and cheerful. Naturally, many were also awed by Taiyi’s strength, which far surpassed the younger generation. Tianzun of the Lu family wore a complicated expression. He remembered addressing Taiyi as Dao Brother... Now, he felt awkward all over—that fellow wasn't even eighteen yet! The Bodhi Saint was likewise speechless. Back then, he and Taiyi had ascended to the heavens at the same time, walking side by side to duel. Initially assuming Taiyi was just a boy, the saint had acted like an experienced elder offering guidance, not taking him seriously. Yet afterward, he had watched with his own eyes as Taiyi claimed the very top of the board. Ashamed at the time, he had admitted he had misjudged him. Looking now, he realized he had misjudged him yet again—Taiyi was still that very same youth, unchanged through it all. "Switch combatants and fight again!" an elder totem declared, his belly full of fury. The fact that their carefully prepared lineup of totemized youths had all fallen was deeply frustrating. "It’s finally my turn!" A bird-faced young man with a fierce expression barged into the arena. Looking at Qin Ming’s back, he said, "What a pity I wasn't grouped with you. Otherwise... how could you be allowed to run wild? I would have cut you to pieces. I started on the cultivation path relatively late; going by actual cultivation time, I could qualify for the under-eighteen matches as well." He felt deeply aggrieved. Earlier on the sidelines, he had been dissatisfied, secretly lamenting that he was over twenty; otherwise, he would have personally torn Taiyi apart. "Let the main event begin!" a totem echoed, deliberately seeking to turn the page on their disgraceful record. Everyone perked up. The renowned prodigies from both sides were about to make their true appearances, including core saints. Qin Ming turned his head to look at the bird-faced young expert. That fellow had spoken disrespectfully toward him twice, once from the sidelines and now in the arena. The Golden Board spoke, "Taiyi, continue to fight. Make it an even six matches." Hearing this, Qin Ming turned around and walked back toward the arena. Instantly, many stood dumbfounded. He... had returned! "Good grief! Taiyi is going to fight the young-adult generation as a youth?!" "I can't wait! Blow that foul-mouthed birdman apart!" Within the Mountain and Sea boundary, the young people who favored Taiyi and were captivated by his battle record grew ecstatic. He went back in? The totem camp was momentarily stunned, followed by a wave of clamor. Allowing a mere youth to fight up into the young-adult bracket—did they want to grind their faces into the dirt again and again? "Roar! Slay him!" Several young powerhouses grew so agitated they let out bestial roars. Wanting revenge while burning with fury, they felt Yujing’s camp was slighting them. Pitting a youth against adults—who did they think they were looking down on? Members of the totem civilization shouted into the arena, "Bird God, your chance has come! Even the heavens wish to grant your desire! If you don't slaughter him brutally, you aren't worthy of standing among us!" After recovering from his initial daze, the bird-faced young expert beamed with wild joy, rubbing his hands together in excitement. Was he truly being granted the chance to personally finish off this seemingly mild yet utterly condescending youth? "Come, come, come! Let your Uncle Bird show you some love! Hurry over!" Totem radiance blazed from his entire body. Behind him, the terrifying silhouette of a golden bird emerged, looking remarkably like a Golden-Winged Peng. Qin Ming drew his blade and strode forward. Runes lit up across his entire frame, blending into the night, harmonizing and resonating with heaven and earth as he instantly achieved unity with nature. It had to be said that the young expert known as the Bird God was indeed extraordinary to be chosen as their first combatant; he actually commanded a technique akin to a divine ability. With a long screech, the golden silhouette floating behind him abruptly enlarged, stirring up astral winds as it howled forward to pounce upon the opponent. It was as though a pure-blooded, ancient divine Golden-Winged Peng had been summoned into the world. The bird-faced young expert sneered, charging forward in person as well. Qin Ming swung his blade repeatedly, striking the hazy silhouette of the Golden-Winged Peng over and over. Terrifying blade energy erupted, and dense runes surfaced upon the blade like a cluster of stars. With every slash he delivered, it was as if a galaxy cascaded forward, crisscrossing in an endless stream, seeking to turn the night sky into a sea of stars. With a resounding crash, the golden Peng silhouette was shattered by Qin Ming. Golden light filled the sky, scattering in all directions like molten radiance spilling onto the earth, accompanied by bloody feathers withering away. The bird-faced young expert’s expression changed dramatically, his heart thoroughly shaken. That Peng form had been condensed for him through sacrificial rites, carrying the power accumulated over the past two months, yet it could not withstand this maniac’s blade. With a wet tear, blood sprayed. He took a hit from the blade, his right arm flying away on the spot, half his body drenched in blood. Though the bird-faced young expert did everything he could to counter and dodge, he ultimately could not escape destruction. With a loud pop, Qin Ming’s follow-up strike blew him apart! Qin Ming flicked his saber, sending the blood flying. The blade remained radiant and unstained, and with a crisp clang, he sheathed it. He asked calmly, "Who is next? Come forward and claim your death." In the totem camp, the young adults were shaken. For a youth to fight across age brackets and slay their companion, the Bird God, with such dominance was genuinely terrifying. He was truly an arduous opponent. Several elder totems looked even grimmer. Earlier, they had prepared Heart Demon precisely for this purpose—to cross brackets and wear down Yujing’s fighters. Yet... Heart Demon had knelt thoroughly, while this Taiyi had walked the very path they had planned, fighting the young-adult tier with a youth's body. On Yujing’s side, everyone celebrated with joy. "Wonderful! Taiyi killed him with sheer satisfaction! Seeing this feels like eating the legendary ginseng fruit—every pore has opened, bringing comfort to my entire body!" "Sweeping across two age brackets, carve right through them!" ... Displeased, an elder totem voiced his suspicion. "Did Yujing concentrate all its resources just to foster this one youth?" "What do you mean?" an Earth Immortal asked coolly. The elder totem said, "Change fighters. No one may take the field more than three times. We must judge the overall strength of the younger generation, not focus on a single person." "I agree it should be so," the Totem Sacred Mountain chimed in. It also suspected that Yujing, like them, had poured its resources into cultivating a select few, disregarding whatever negative fallout those youths might face in the future just to secure immediate victory by churning out monstrous combat tools. The Golden Board replied indifferently, "As you wish. If there is one thing our side does not lack, it is talent. We have far too many prodigies to choose from; we could never exhaust them all." With that, it acted personally to teleport back those who had already fought, including Taiyi and Zuo Hang. It stated calmly, "Aside from those remaining in the field, I shall make another selection. Only when a hundred flowers bloom does spring arrive; only when myriad blossoms vie in splendor is true strength revealed." Qin Ming was teleported back into the Mountain and Sea Chart, standing alone atop a grand mountain shrouded in immortal mist. Daoist charm flowed here, woven with order, secluded from the outside world. Meanwhile, in the battlefield of the seventh-realm old eccentrics, the second duel was still underway. Their fierce clash had lasted for quite some time, and being so far away, they had fought beyond the sea of clouds, appearing as if beyond the heavens. The onlookers could not discern the exact progress, only witnessing various terrifying immortal lights clashing and colliding. "Gao Chan, Cui Chongxiao..." The Golden Board called out a string of names. At first, these people felt both nervous and thrilled, having received the recognition of this war machine. The Golden Board added, "Whether you enter the field will depend on the situation." The group felt perplexed. Were they merely alternates? Within the Mountain and Sea realm, many began to talk. "The realm faction! Slaying Through the Thirty-Six Heavens with a Single Sword—where are they? Why haven't they taken the field?" "Lord Golden Board, please summon them and let those top rankers show themselves!" Surprisingly, the Golden Board responded, saying, "We have abundant talent on our side. Do not rush." Immediately after, it called the roster again, saying, "Qin Ming, take the field." To avoid arousing suspicion, it naturally could not call Qin Ming alone, also dispatching Zhou Tiandao, Feng Zhige, Yan Zhuohua, Little Rulai, and others. The Golden Board channeled divine haze to transport them before the battlefield. "I... am back again!" Qin Ming stood tall and straight, having returned once more. While still upon that mountain peak, he had been instructed to change into silver armor.