Night Without End

Chapter 1370 - 578: Wild Immortal Realm (2)

After all, in the rebirth system, if it’s an ordinary child, they need to wait until the golden age before they can cultivate.

But the offspring of the super clans have secret medicine to guarantee them, so even if they "set sail" early, they don’t have to worry about this hidden danger of gigantification.

Wen Rui followed at Qin Ming’s side, naturally without worry.

Relatively speaking, he set out on the road much earlier than Qin Ming.

Qin Ming gave him a round of guidance, telling him he must solidify his foundation.

"Your Immortal Road and Esoteric Path are also not bad; you’re walking them very steadily."

Overall, Wen Rui was a weakened version of Qin Ming’s youth; he too was cultivating three paths in parallel, very tenacious, and he did not seek to compare himself with his little uncle.

His greatest wish was simply to guard his relatives and protect Shuangshu Village.

However, this seemingly small wish was anything but easy; it involved the karma of Heavenly Gods.

"Little Uncle, are you going to leave again?" Wen Rui asked.

"Mm, I might have to go out and meet some friends." Qin Ming nodded, telling him to go cultivate and not to overthink.

At the very end, he tapped a finger between Wen Rui’s brows, transmitting to him the Silk Scripture, which he had newly comprehended and reorganized, along with some Scripture Meaning from the Immortal Road and Esoteric Buddhism.

Qin Ming sat alone beneath the Heibai Dual Trees, listening to the patter of raindrops on the leaves, gazing through the curtain of rain, looking to the distant horizon.

This time last year, Li Qingyue and Jiang Ran had left; it had been almost a year.

Qin Ming sat quietly, entering a moment of Spiritual Clarity. The luminous mist emanating from his body merged with the Heibai Dual Trees, vaguely forming a Heibai Yin Yang Diagram in the rain.

At this moment, he was more clear and empty than ever before. A hazy Immortal Bridge emerged, and his mind leapt upon it, gazing toward the road ahead.

"Faint, threadlike... there’s still some discomfort. Months have passed, is someone still thinking of me?"

A short while later, Qin Ming withdrew from this state.

In the night, the peerless Sword Cultivator "One Sword" descended the mountain, walking across the land, learning what had changed in these past few months.

Qin Ming even had a sudden thought—could he use One Sword’s celebrity effect to gather the Big Medicine he needed to break through?

Without a doubt, he was overthinking it. Though he had many supporters, their own levels were far from the Grandmaster Realm; how could they help?

And those truly powerful Extraordinary Great Influences would never "give alms."

Great organizations paid attention to利益交换, to what you could bring them; otherwise, why support you? Marriage alliances, taking disciples—most of it was a way to bind you to them.

"Still not back?" Qin Ming was slightly surprised. Yao Ruoxian had followed experts of the Great Yu Imperial Family into the New World, and Mr. Pei had followed a Grandmaster on the Immortal Path to open up new territory; both were still detained over there.

That day, One Sword stood before a Mist Gate.

"No, crossing two worlds is too far. The special entangled state will fail."

Qin Ming confirmed that if One Sword or the Sect Realm went alone to the Wild Immortal Realm, they would lose control of the Body.

He was preparing to personally walk out of Black and White Mountain; he could no longer be cut off from the world. Before leaving, he studied some of the special items on his person.

Without the decayed fan, he always felt his means of saving his life were not strong enough.

The golden silk parasol was progressing step by step, currently in the process of recovery.

The broken cloth had origins so vast they were unimaginable, yet it left him helpless.

At this point, the greatest use of the broken cloth was the space inside it, now many times larger than before, and capable of being partitioned.

Most importantly, putting his Body inside now seemed to pose no major problem.

As for consciousness, Qin Ming had never dared to go deep; he only attached himself to the surface of Old Bu.

Because whenever the golden silk parasol or the Five-Colored Treasure Fragment was placed inside, they would desperately resist, feeling as if they were being imprisoned.

Qin Ming had once asked why. The golden silk parasol told him that its Artifact Spirit needed to lie dormant in the deepest part of its body; otherwise it feared its own consciousness would be twisted and dissolved, eventually dispersing.

The golden silk parasol said, "For a short time it’s fine, not a big problem, but if we were to reside there long-term, the Spirit Body would most likely truly grow faint and dissipate."

For this, Qin Ming ran an experiment. He entered the mountain to hunt a Mortal Beast, a very ordinary prey, and placed it into the broken cloth’s space.

Just as the golden silk parasol had said, the prey’s consciousness gradually grew hazy, and in the end its Spiritual Field dispersed.

This made Qin Ming’s back feel slightly cold. He then thought of the Body, Blood Essence, and so on—was it really fine to keep them inside the broken cloth?

The golden silk parasol said, "It’s incomplete, broken, so it’s like a drafty place. Any consciousness not strong enough is like flowing away along endless dark cracks."

Qin Ming asked, "Is that space its consciousness space, and due to the damage, there are terrifying rifts and such, so it causes such a dreadful phenomenon?"

The golden silk parasol said, "I suspect that its consciousness doesn’t distinguish between the virtual and the real, that it has already ’materialized’ and is in a shattered state, very incomplete, which has led to these terrifying outcomes."

Relatively speaking, putting physical objects inside posed little problem.

Qin Ming pondered that the broken cloth was the best dwelling place for Taiyi, the Sect Realm, and One Sword.

As for himself, if he had a choice, he would still avoid delving in too deeply.

Before leaving, Qin Ming sat one last time beneath the Heibai Dual Trees, emptying himself, letting the Heibai Taiyi Diagram emerge, as he sank into the deepest level of Spiritual Clarity.

His consciousness leapt onto an Immortal Bridge, as if it could lead to the other shore. He strained with all his might to gaze ahead, not for Enlightenment, but to avoid danger in advance.

He sensed something, and couldn’t help but look up at the sky. Vaguely, above the firmament, it seemed that some pressure was descending, threadlike and indistinct.

It was like a giant hand, hanging but not yet fallen, separated from him by endless Void.

"The distance is very great—does that mean there is still a long time?" Qin Ming felt considerable pressure in his heart.

He slipped away without a sound, this journey taken to break through.

In Great Yu, with Yao Ruoxian absent, he could not quite bring himself to seek out the relevant people to borrow medicine.