Capítulo 1109: Chapter 505: Golden Core Realm Great Success—Slaying Gods (Part 4)
ng Xinghai’s confidant showed a look of surprise, then nodded solemnly, saying: “The Grandmasters of the ng Family have already arrived.”
Moreover, the man in black secretly transmitted a ssage. Before ng Xinghai noticed sothing wrong with his body, he had instructed not to inform Qin Ming imdiately, but to wait until the ng Family experts arrived and then decide based on the situation.
Now, not only have the Grandmasters of the ng Family arrived themselves, but they have also invited a Grandmaster-level close friend to co.
Therefore, the man in black hurried to Shuangshu Village to et with Qin Ming and inform him of the detailed situation.
“Even at this point, Uncle ng is still considering my situation, worrying that soone is targeting .” Qin Ming was moved, yet there was an inexplicable surge of emotions in his heart.
He urgently asked: “How did Uncle ng get into trouble, and how is he now?”
The man in black inford: “Possibly Lost in the Land of Godhood he favored, his consciousness gradually blurred; he fell into a coma last night.”
Qin Ming said: “You go back first, I’ll be there soon.”
He didn’t know if this was caused by people or was an accident on the road to godhood.
Obviously, ng Xinghai was worried about “man-made calamities,” fearing soone might be coming for Qin Ming.
With the Thunder King Bird gone to deliver the ssage, Qin Ming also traversed Black and White Mountain, personally arriving at Chixia City. ng Xinghai had shown great kindness to him, and he possessed life-saving items; he could not just watch Old ng getting into trouble.
Along the way, no one attempted to intercept him.
Perhaps it was because he chose too secluded a path, but no accidents happened.
At the City Lord’s Mansion, there were sounds of children crying, and a beautiful, graceful woman who looked no more than thirty was caring for the comatose ng Xinghai with red-rimd eyes.
Qin Ming knew this should be ng Xinghai’s wife.
“Are you Xiao Qin?” Zhou Qingxuan first guessed his identity.
Qin Ming imdiately said: “It’s , Aunt ng; please don’t worry, Uncle ng is blessed by the heavens and will be alright.”
In the room, the fragrance of inner dicine was flowing; ng Xinghai had already consud a rare Big dicine.
“Are you Brother Qin Ming?”
In front of the bed, two tear-eyed children looked up; they had heard ng Xinghai ntion Qin Ming often, and now seeing him for the first ti, they trusted him imnsely.
The boy, eleven or twelve years old, wiped away his tears and quickly inford Qin Ming of ng Xinghai’s condition: all kinds of thods had been tried in vain.
The girl, around nine years old, had beautiful big eyes that were now red and swollen, looking very helpless, softly said: “Brother Qin Ming, can you save my father? Every ti he returns to the ancestral house, he talks about your greatness, always creating miracles.”
Obviously, they had no other options and were deeply distressed; asking for help was out of trust and desperation. Seeing Qin Ming, the girl sobbed pitifully, pleading with him to try to save her father.
“Alright, I’ll do my utmost to save Uncle ng!” Qin Ming said.
“Okay, Brother Qin Ming, I trust you.”
In the living room, two Grandmasters were stationed, both silent at the mont.
One of the elders was Qin Ming’s acquaintance—ng Zhiyan.
Previously, when Qin Ming subdued Qi Yunxiao and captured Mu Xingyao and Cen Jinghong at the Thunder Fire Alchemy Hall, ng Zhiyan was the one who helped him negotiate with the people of the Eastern Land to demand a ransom.
After checking ng Xinghai’s physical condition, Qin Ming went to consult the two Grandmasters.
“Greetings, seniors.”
“Good child, don’t overthink.” ng Zhiyan pulled him up.
Qin Ming seriously inquired of the two Grandmasters: “What is happening with Uncle ng?”
ng Zhiyan, with white beard and hair, and bloodshot eyes, said: “Lost Soul, the consciousness gradually dissipating, and it happened right under our noses. Either taken by unimaginable entities or Lost in his chosen Land of Godhood, but we can’t find it.”
The other Grandmaster said: “There are still traces of residual Divine Wisdom overflowing.”
ng Xinghai was still far from achieving godhood, but he was already exploring suitable areas in advance, and such places do not exist in the current world and are hard to find.
Finally, Qin Ming returned to ng Xinghai’s sickbed. He captured the lingering emotional fluctuations here through resonance thods and resonated with those overflowing traces of Divine Wisdom.
“Brother Qin Ming, you can save my father, right?” the girl asked while crying, weak and vulnerable.
Relatively speaking, her brother was more resilient.
“Yes, rest assured!” Qin Ming comforted.
In an instant, his consciousness fused with Heavenly Light, detached from his form, and attached to Old Bu, following the path of the outward flowing Divine Wisdom.
The remaining light particles quickly disappeared into the Void, breaking off the trail.
“Old Huang, you are the most sensitive to consciousness, assist !” Qin Ming followed through resonance, but found it difficult; those Divine Wisdom traces unknowingly seeped into unknown areas.
It’s undeniable that the golden silk parasol is a giant in this domain; it concluded quickly upon slight contact.
“Hmm, I sense it’s a man-made calamity; only by aligning with that kind of consciousness vibration frequency is it possible to follow its residual fluctuations on the path; be patient.”
Soon, following its guidance, Qin Ming used a special Secret Technique to mimic his consciousness as ng Xinghai’s, matching the fluctuations.
Subsequently, he imdiately set off; even midway, he intuitively sensed and saw creatures appearing ahead: a three-headed six-ard Golden Body, holding a Silver Fla Lantern, guarding a Ferry Crossing.
“Who are you, and how did you get in?” That god-like golden figure questioned.
“Divine Intent!” Old Huang inford this was a ghost god shadow created by a Divine entity.
This was a man-made disaster that involved a Divine entity?
At this mont, Qin Ming radiated brilliantly but did not reveal his true form, intensely staring at the foreboding three-headed six-ard Golden Body; this creature seed not yet at the Grandmaster Level.
He struck decisively, his Purple Golden Core inscribed with Heaven and Earth Patterns glowing, suddenly bursting forth with a thunderous hand, grabbing the creature with a roar.
“You are desecrating the True God!”
“You’re just a crappy True God!” Qin Ming suppressed it swiftly through resonance, then exploded it, using the Taichu Thunder Seal against such ghost god shadows, naturally restraining them.
“Like the primal Immortal Thunder dispersing ghost gods!” The golden silk parasol marveled.
Monts later, Qin Ming killed another thread of golden Divine Intent along the way and stomped on the green land, heading toward the isolated special location.
On his body, the Taichu Thunder Seal’s patterns reerged like armor, gradually covering him, making him appear more splendid and sacred than a Divine entity.
Where Qin Ming trod, glowing footprints appeared one after another. Approaching the destination, he softly spoke: “If it’s a man-made calamity, I will make you suffer tenfold!”
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