Capítulo 1154: Chapter 519: Kaiyuan Grand Ceremony
In the night sky, one hundred and eight small black swords cut through the curtain of rain, piercing through the clouds. They connected with thunder and fire, becoming increasingly crystalline and transparent, slicing through the pitch-black sky with a radiant brilliance.
Qin Ming, clad in a cyan robe with black hair flowing, was carried by these small swords up beyond the Nine Heavens. They all swayed with long trails of light, the sword bodies flowing with thunder seals, exceptionally splendid.
From a distance, over the Night Fog Sea, Qin Ming’s large sleeves fluttered, exuding a transcendent aura. Beneath his feet, the sword light of thunder and fire resembled a galaxy, with hundreds intertwined, the stars dazzling. He appeared like a Banished Immortal, untouched by earthly smoke, traversing the world.
Standing high above the Nine Heavens, he tread the thunderstorm underfoot, crossing the fierce gusts of wind of the vast Night Fog Sea into the distance.
Amidst the light rain, Qin Ming felt as if he were ascending to immortality, sensing that this was the cultivation world he longed for in his childhood, traversing the heavens and earth, moving a thousand miles in an instant.
Unfortunately, after only a mont of wandering, the over one hundred jade-like small swords could no longer carry him far, and his body began to descend.
Qin Ming carefully experienced this suppression, feeling forces from above the firmant and pulls from the ground, especially in areas rich with Extre Fire Springs, where the pulling force was notably strong.
He had to ponder deeply. In ancient tis, those in the Second Realm could fly to the heavens with their physical bodies. Now, even Grandmasters could only sigh in frustration, while only an Earth Immortal could completely sever that invisible force.
“The Night Fog that covers endless worlds and the Fire Springs that nourish all things, the water runs deep indeed.”
After landing, Qin Ming took a mont to rest before once again cutting through the rain curtain, ascending to the sky, crossing the night fog sea which surged like waves.
He was about five thousand miles from the Ancient Mist Gate, traveling at such high speeds that a long journey wasn’t truly far.
Along the way, Qin Ming gazed upon the vast land below, with so giant cities ablaze with lights, and certain areas surging with groups of Extre Fire Springs, quite striking.
Other regions were resplendent with mountains and rivers, enveloped in rich Purple Qi, as if a True Dragon was coiling, with corresponding Blessed Lands grand and exuding Spiritual glory, probably the Mountain Sect of top-tier Great Sects.
Qin Ming looked down upon the land below in the night, feeling sowhat touched.
“What is cultivation for?”
Over these years, he constantly cultivated arduously, ultimately for survival. Even now, so crises remain, requiring him to further enhance himself.
His adversaries and enemies, his sect entanglents, and the old monsters behind them, all remain unfathomable.
The clashes among supre civilizations, the distant Qilin Claw, and the glowing footprints, as well as the secrets deep within the Night Fog World, are still quite distant from him.
Constantly busy, he felt that he might have missed sothing.
“Thinking carefully, this kind of cultivation is sowhat monotonous. Looking ahead, the magnificent mountains and rivers are just in front, and I passed by without truly appreciating them.”
Qin Ming felt that his current days, always rushing for cultivation and crises, were indeed deviating from his youthful dreams. Back then, he yearned to behold the endless sea of clouds, tread the magnificent mountains and rivers, experiencing various otherworldly customs and cultures.
These are not far from him, yet he has never truly appreciated them.
Moreover, Xiao Wu, Xiang Yiwu, Li Qingyue, Jiang Ran, and others have departed, and he didn’t even have the chance to see them off.
With a swoosh, Qin Ming descended onto the ground, bathing in the night, gazing at a radiant city deep within the land, compelled by an urge to explore and take a stroll.
“Life is not only about arduous cultivation. Occasionally pausing to look at the people and scenery along the way might lead to better sudden realizations.”
As Qin Ming approached the Grandmaster level, his Spiritual clarity grew stronger and stronger.
He realized that he might gain enlightennt from the mundane world, from the joys of mountains and rivers.
“Do not be careless.” He hadn’t lost his vigilance. He didn’t belong to this world; upon closer scrutiny, he might be seen as an Outer Heaven Demon in the eyes of the native inhabitants.
Days later, Qin Ming frowned after a brief journey, determining that this world was of a high level, with legends of a Heavenly God, though they had disappeared over five hundred years ago.
“Five hundred years ago seems like a small node, with similar traits worldwide, either top-tier creatures decayed or started to vanish.”
During these two days, Qin Ming also heard news of Old Yang, who had completely fled, causing a Seventh Realm old monster to chase after him to the Outer Domain, stirring up a huge commotion in the distance.
“The Divine having left, not lingering near this territory, is quite good.” Qin Ming felt he could delve a bit deeper into this land then.
In fact, under normal circumstances, the old monsters wouldn’t co out to wreak havoc. In the current environnt, having a Grandmaster Level Taoist practice suffices for self-preservation.
Moreover, the so-called Grandmaster now almost specifically refers to Early Stage Fifth Realm beings.
Suppose a Peak Fifth Realm Great Grandmaster were to fight fiercely, they might likely die tragically afterward. At the sa ti, if Mid Stage Fifth Realm individuals fought intensely, it would also result in severe consequences.
Unless a great Creation erged, otherwise, the old figures would remain dormant and exceedingly low-key.
“Hmm, has a Great Grandmaster died in that chaotic territory producing Divine Grain two days ago?” Qin Ming was amazed.
So Grandmasters, after being oppressed, grew more infuriated, borrowing Big Killers or constructing arrays, so even brought Instant Teleportation Talismans, joining forces to ignite a Great Grandmaster.
Qin Ming felt increasingly relaxed. Such rumors should clarify the perceptions of those Great Grandmasters nearing the end of their lifespan quite a bit.
He had ventured deep within the land for six days, a pity, the so-called Creation Lands were all claid.
He had seen the “Nine Phoenixes Sun-Rising Map,” the terrain of that mountain and river was too unique, the Tao Rhythm dense. Regrettably, four thousand years ago, it beca the Sect Ancestral Court of a sect.
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