Capítulo 1136: Chapter 514: Seeing Taiyang
Qin Ming had already adjusted his appearance, with his black hair let loose, a weathered face, and stubble, his eyes deep as pools, resembling a seasoned middle-aged man.
He quietly lay dormant with his bone stick, waiting for the Divine wheat field’s turmoil.
In the pitch-black, desolate realm, the black wheat was nearing maturity, swaying in the night breeze, its heavy ears shimring with a dark light, the seeds plump and crystal-clear, emitting the unique fragrance of grain, imbued with a rich vitality.
“Not to ntion underground, just these black wheat on the surface, if eaten yearly, would cultivate an Absolute Peak Grandmaster level talent, with no worries of having no successors.”
An elderly man spoke, his light golden beard connecting to his neck like a lion’s mane, his physique robust, reminiscent of a ferocious beast transford into human form.
His na was Shi Shiyong, a condensed na, otherwise a lengthy title praising his heroic brilliance.
A middle-aged man with fiery red long hair looked intently at the wheat field, revealing snow-white canine teeth. He was a Grandmaster of the Mastiff Clan, nad Mao Sheng, and said, “I very much need this Divine Grain!”
“Who doesn’t need it?” said a man with silver bat wings, looking about thirty years old, nad Fu Bao, aning accumulating good deeds and receiving rewards.
The lone female Grandmaster, He Xilan, spoke, “Unfortunately, unless all the Divine Grain is gathered and eaten by a disciple for several years, the effect isn’t as significant.”
Her physique was slender, her black hair let loose, her deanor graceful, appearing in her twenties. Her ancestors were once a powerful Immortal Crane, solidified into humanoid beings, this lineage was quite strong.
The Four Great Grandmasters had jointly arrived; the Divine Grain produced was indeed hard to gather.
Mao Sheng, with a full head of red hair, said, “Everyone, let’s make an arrangent. After returning, I’m willing to exchange Miracle Treasures and scriptures with you. I lack a successor to shoulder the burdens; a century later when my old body wanes, if bullied by that rival, with no descendant able to stand out.”
Fu Bao flapped his silver wings, standing in mid-air, gazing into the distance, saying, “You’re speaking too early, the information here has already leaked.”
Shi Shiyong’s light golden beard shuddered like suppressing anger, his voice low, “Duan Yun Village originally did well, blocking the news here, but overnight, over three hundred people died, so brutal and bloody. And my disciples sent out, totaling thirty, including two of my offspring, were all killed completely.”
He Xilan inquired, “Who did it, any clues?”
Shi Shiyong said, “I specifically returned to my clan’s ancestral land once, asking the High Priest to divine, finding it hard to trace, only vaguely sensing it might be a master’s doing.”
Fu Bao spoke worriedly, “Could it be a Great Grandmaster? Such a character walking out would be extrely dangerous.”
Shi Shiyong shook his head, saying, “Definitely not a Great Grandmaster. Actually, this divination was odd, the other party seems not to be a Grandmaster, but their strength isn’t weak.”
Then, his gaze turned cold, saying, “Everyone, I can forgo the Divine Grain, but you must promise , if you trace out that enemy Grandmaster, help eliminate him.”
The Four Great Grandmasters did not converse directly, but exchanged thoughts secretly.
However, Qin Ming utilized resonance techniques, broadly capturing and sensing it.
Fu Bao casually asked, “Will your ancestral land’s High Priest co out?”
That would be a Great Grandmaster, with terrifying Taoist levels, intimidating all of them, fortunately, that elder’s blood and energy had withered, severely declined.
Shi Shiyong sighed, saying, “In this damned world, how would people of the High Priest’s level dare co out? A single action almost costs a life, no one dares exit lightly.”
In the distance, Night Fog burst open, as if thunder plowed through the sky, two beams of dark light flew in at extre speed, in the blink of an eye two figures arrived nearby, diving down.
These were two Insect n, bearing black wing-like broad swords, nearing human form, with tallic luster flowing from head to toe.
Their iron wings clanged deafeningly when vibrating, bursting with sparks, clearly a powerful race.
Shi Shiyong, Fu Bao, and the others changed their expressions upon seeing them, though only two, who didn’t know of the Insect Man’s fa?
Mao Sheng said, “Luckily, not the Old Worm from sixty-three years ago.”
He Xilan said, “Cannot underestimate them, they are also extrely troubleso.”
The Insect n’s tall figure resembled tal casting, yet spoke gently, “Greetings masters, harmony breeds fortune, our joint presence is fate, no need for slaughter, collaboratively exploring the greatest Creation is true.”
Shi Shiyong also nodded with a smile, saying, “Brother, indeed, today’s world environnt is unfriendly to us, should unite, collaborate to seize the Creation.”
In the distance, Qin Ming didn’t rember the two Insect n’s lengthy nas, according to his understanding, regarded them as: massive insect, Er Chong.
In the wheat field, grain ears swayed, like luminous black waves undulating, on top, those small people had stopped dancing recently, now old and frail.
They seed to have entered twilight years, life approaching its end.
Very strangely, their lifespans didn’t adhere to realm divisions, differing little between them, all nearing the conclusion of their brief and peculiar lives.
Most terrifying was one among them deep in the wheat field, a master ultimately breaking through to the Grandmaster Realm, once lifting his eyelids and gazing outward, as if two bolts of lightning fell, shaking the Void, seemingly warped by mighty forces.
However, he manifested no intention to act, rely awaiting a cycle’s end, quietly waiting for life’s countdown.
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