Chapter 1022: Chapter 479: Sun Secret
The night sky pressed down like ink, the mountains stretched scorched and black, the whole world consud by somber darkness.
Qin Ming moved silently within the Night Fog, embodying “He Guang Tong Chen”.
This area was vast and seed to frequently catch fire, even the air carried faint traces of burnt sll.
Occasionally, creatures appeared in the mountains, only to vanish quickly, keeping a safe distance from each other to avoid misunderstandings and bloody conflicts.
Qin Ming was cautious because he sensed the Qi chanism of a Grandmaster here.
In these tis, any Fifth Realm expert not bedridden by illness and daring to travel afar was a remarkable figure.
In so sense, a Grandmaster-level existence was likely the “sky” of a certain area.
Venturing fifty miles deep, Qin reached the more saturated regions of scorched earth, where avoiding others entirely beca impossible.
“We, loose cultivators, find exploring opportunities exceedingly difficult,” soone lanted.
Arriving here made many afraid to proceed further, lingering nearby to seek Spiritual Objects beneath the mountain ash, as advancing might lead to peril.
“Outsiders are too strong, backed by large organizations. We locals lack the ho-field advantage, becoming the weak side, unable even to delve deeply—alas!”
Compared to top Cultivation Civilizations, this domain, Abyss, was indeed at a disadvantage.
Qin Ming mingled among these loose cultivators, pausing for now, observing more and speaking less to grasp detailed circumstances here.
Soon, he picked up quite a bit of valuable information from people’s discussions.
Deep within this domain lies the “Sun Secret”, and these outsiders could only discuss it vaguely, knowing many large organizations were pursuing it.
Reportedly, its location wasn’t fixed, capable of “moving” underground, mostly concealed and hard to discover.
“However, its activity trajectory is gradually being deduced, it might soon have to erge.”
Besides, within this ash-covered domain, there are remaining traces like temples and underground palaces, where the few have found sothing.
The seemingly scorched land wasn’t entirely devoid of life; Crimson Gold Potato, Fire Lotus, and other Spiritual Objects lay hidden in the soil layers, varying in age and value.
Soone whispered, “Folks, quit complaining, I sense sothing off about the Feixian Mountain Remnant Vein—we might have to leave soon.”
“What do you an?”
“Over the past half year, many have died in the mountains, with blood mist rising in nurous places. I suspect sothing beneath the remnant vein might soon revive.”
“Indeed, according to the elders, these mountains were once enveloped by dense, bloody mist, causing much havoc!”
Clearly, this was the locals discussing.
Qin Ming paid close attention, prioritizing safety in his solo exploration. At the slightest disturbance, he must swiftly withdraw from here.
He felt it necessary to keep an eye on the locals’ movents.
At this mont, the Artifact Spirit of the Furnace of Eight Trigrams could distinctly sense Li Qingyue and Jiang Ran’s positions, several dozen miles ahead, relatively close.
The Eight Trigrams Main Furnace was on Li Qingyue, making its sensing clearer, currently transmitting ssages towards the furnace lid.
“Things are complicated there, involving God-like Organizations, Black Tower Civilization, Strange Insect Alliance, and even Demon Immortal Organization and Demon Cultivation Civilization.”
Qin Ming knew the two won had joined a mysterious team.
If he were to abruptly approach now, it might draw attention; therefore, he wasn’t rushing to converge, the distance wasn’t far, they could support each other anyti.
Suddenly, a wave surged from afar, like dense steel needles piercing or Flying Sword attacking, causing many to stagger backward, minds nearly splitting.
An elderly silhouette, gaunt, hair disheveled, stood atop a brown large dog with wings sprouting from its ribs, eyes cold, emitting an intimidating Qi chanism.
Many bowed their heads, daring not to look at him.
“Grandmaster—Sword Demon!”
Only when he faded into the distance did soone speak softly.
The emaciated elder carried a blood-red long blade, though departing, still exuding a fearful killing intent, truly intimidating.
Presently, such figures were the “sky” in the mountains!
“This Grandmaster… truly forceful,” soone comnted.
In truth, he ant: can a Grandmaster act this boldly at Feixian Mountain?
Soone picked up on his implication, explaining: “Sword Demon suffered a dying curse during exploration in the remnant vein, allegedly only a month of lifespan remains, thus he’s utterly released, drawing the blade at any discontent, even daring to bloodfight against other Grandmasters should they arrive.”
Thereby, all forces avoided provoking him; an almost dying Grandmaster wielding massive destructive power in the Feixian Mountain Remnant Vein, could drag anyone with displeasure along.
Suddenly, people’s expressions changed, that brown large dog returned by itself.
“I forgot earlier, folks, have you gained anything here? Show them to . Though my old master’s ti is short, perhaps heaven offers a path.”
The brown large dog asured over two ters long, exposing a bloody maw with great pressure. It declared its intent to collect Spiritual Objects to extend its master’s life.
Many looked grim, their hard-earned ventures now seemingly needing to be yielded to a dog—truly disheartening.
Yet, under its bloodshot glare, their hearts sank, gradually lowering their heads.
“Not all will be taken, only a portion,” said the brown large dog, its aura fierce, sweeping across everyone assertively.
A young man, bloody and teetering, pleaded: “This aged Fire Lotus I just risked half my life to pick, my grandfather’s gravely injured, needing it desperately to survive.”
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