Capítulo 1183: Chapter 527: Golden List Summons_2
Fortunately, all those with Immortal Seeds, Divine Seeds, etc., have made it onto the list, avoiding his standing out too much.
Qin Ming pondered that if he entered the big list due to his identities as Taiyi, the Sect Realm, and One Sword, then he would inevitably face a fierce battle.
If that’s the case, it’s clear that the Golden List needs his indestructible blade.
“Brother Ming, aren’t you nervous?” Bai ng accompanied Qin Ming out of Black and White Mountain and noticed his calm deanor, showing no worry about the future.
Despite Bai ng having gone through many experiences, he still felt hugely pressured and lacked confidence when facing such a great era of turbulent waves.
Qin Ming said, “There’s nothing to fear. Whether you’re nervous or not, the situation is already there, and you can’t change the outco; you still need to personally participate.”
Even if the new list considers him as “One Sword Piercing Thirty-Six Heavens” and arranges tough challenges for him at certain critical monts, he remains unafraid.
Because he is stronger than before, having killed several Grandmasters.
Moreover, in the tragic conflicts of supre civilization, it’s unlikely that individuals will have the opportunity to ascend to the Sword Fighting Platform; it’s more likely to be an unprecedented bloody lee.
Under the night sky, streaks of light shimred through the void, with lightning birds delivering ssages and Divine Travel entities hastily on their way.
Qin Ming asked, “Do you need to return to Tai Xu, to register at your holand?”
Bai ng shook his head, saying, “No need; registering is the sa everywhere, ultimately all will ascend to the Nine Heavens.”
He was still worried, saying, “It’s said that many famous old monsters have been summoned. If Earth Immortals take the battlefield, even if they only revive for a mont, it will create a hellish and brutal scene, and we’d probably end up as indistinguishable bloody mud.”
Qin Ming comforted him, “Don’t worry, unless there’s sothing wrong with the Golden List, it won’t possibly sacrifice the entire middle and young generation. Maybe in a special big environnt, we will carry the flag.”
In the sky, at various old mountains, those top Taoist lineages and so elder monsters believe that the Golden List would not let young people die without a reasonable arrangent.
“In that case, we should recruit so capable outstanding talents!”
Star Mountain, Sword Court, Thunder Marsh Palace, and other Taoist lineages’ leaders are seriously researching the big list, selecting suitable people for their use.
“Whether or not there are decisive battles between top figures, it’s imperative to prepare first.”
Most importantly, if different Taoist lineages and large organizations are assigned different tasks by the Golden List, those recruited exceptional geniuses can effectively shine and exert strength.
“Just afraid that the Golden List will orchestrate everything, without giving us any authority at all.”
Soon afterward, above the Nine Heavens, forces like Thunder Marsh Palace, Sword Court, Heavenly God Ridge all received ssages. Those buried under the Nine-Colored Ice Mountain at various old mountains, resting in ice coffins, were also required to stand by.
These are beings who have reached the end of their life spans and would die shortly after making their appearance, all forr Supre Sect Masters, etc., with shockingly high status.
“Are they crazy? Even those living dead might be dug up?”
“You rebellious child, stop talking nonsense; what living dead, your grandfather is buried there too!”
This was a conversation among so very old higher-ups, but compared to the half-dead ancestors under the Nine-Colored Ice Mountain, they didn’t seem that old.
The Palace Master of Thunder Marsh Palace, Mountain Master of Star Mountain, and Cave Master of Purple Cloud Cave all had grave expressions; they probably knew what magnitude of confrontation this was.
This ti, it most likely concerns the life and death of the Yujing Territory; otherwise, why else would there be such a massive mobilization, even digging out those resting in ice coffins?
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On the road, Bai ng asked suspiciously, “Brother Ming, why do I feel like you’re excited? Don’t be too optimistic; this could be a life-and-death ordeal for everyone!”
Qin Ming said, “This is an unavoidable great battle, seen as a bloody trial. Everyone knows I’m a Loose Cultivator, short on resources; this might be a chance for a turnaround, naturally I must seize it.”
Bai ng admired him; no matter how he looked at it, Brother Ming wasn’t nervous at all, treating this external battle like a hunt, a feast, with such composure.
In Da Yu Imperial City—Chongxiao City, Qin Ming arrived, familiar with the place. It was already deep into the night, yet the banks of the Shuyu River were still brightly lit, painting boats gliding over the river; the autumn wind swept by, scattering leaves like frost flowers from the silver willows along the shore.
Qin Ming said, “I thought your sister would host a reception for , but she disappeared?”
Bai ng wiped his sweat, saying, “Brother Ming, calm down. I didn’t tell her; otherwise, you two would definitely end up fighting.”
The next day, Shallow Night arrived, and Qin Ming stepped out of the inn, heading straight to register.
“People co and go, but only Chongxiao City remains unchanged,” Qin Ming whispered.
The last ti he ca here was more than half a year ago, when he had a decisive battle with Cui Chongxiao.
“Cui Er is here too, although he acts as if he’s erged from the shadows, the restless discontent within, and the depression of being ruined, cannot be fully masked.”
Bai ng inford him that during an exchange eting, so people sneakily and mischievously provoked Cui Chonghe’s Dao Heart.
Of course, the attendees were people of status, not so crude or direct, but rather circuitous, even going around a thousand turns, yet ultimately targeting his core, a kind of subtle humiliation.
Qin Ming nodded without comnt.
That is reality; even as the legitimate son of the Cui Family and Sun Taichu’s personal disciple, he had to taste the warmth and coldness of human relationships and the fickleness of the world once he beca a cripple.
If Qin Ming were to be crippled, he believed that with his backgroundless Loose Cultivator identity, if he were to be slighted or despised, it would be even more severe.
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