Capítulo 1282: Chapter 553: The Future Is Too Distant
Qin Ming gazed at the golden silk parasol, pondering the trust between people and objects.
Originally, it bore visible imprints of skill chains and Tao chains from Yujing, complex and profound, but now they were virtually gone.
It was like a tattooed woman who suddenly “washed away her embellishnts,” becoming clean and elegant.
The golden silk parasol broke not the inherent laws it birthed, but rather external shackles.
Qin Ming felt deceived, worrying needlessly over it.
He sighed, “True feelings flow away; what’s the use of keeping this Tao seed from the Parasitic Civilization? It’s better not to have it. Grind it up, feed it to the dogs, or return it to the grand world.”
As he spoke, he began to break down the third Dao seed, stomping and slapping it, causing its spirit blood to spill everywhere.
The Tao seed from the Parasitic Civilization wanted to say, what does this have to do with him? This entanglent between the two, a single disagreent, and they want to blood sacrifice him.
The golden silk parasol hurriedly stopped him, saying, “Stop!”
Qin Ming said, “I treat you with sincerity, yet you repay with insincerity, turning mutual trust into feigned affection.”
The golden silk parasol sighed softly, “Have you forgotten how the skill chains ca to be on ? In the past, you used as a shield, resulting in these imprints.”
Recalling the past, after Sword Fighting in the sky, Qin Ming took the wrong path when claiming rewards, encountering Tao chains, and ultimately… Little Huang bore it all alone.
Furthermore, above the Nine Heavens, when each Old Mountain sealed Heaven, they thoroughly investigated the world, seeking Taiyi and Sect Realm, sending people with skill chains to pursue.
In that campaign, the golden silk parasol added another “dal,” bearing everything alone.
Qin Ming said, “At that ti, we weren’t even familiar with each other, right? You, as a Demon Treasure, exuding black air and blood light, it wouldn’t hurt to engrave so skill chains and temper your character, would it?”
If tallying past grievances, he felt slightly guilty, thus decisively changing the subject.
As he spoke, he again kicked the third Dao seed, and slapped it twice.
Even though pierced by golden threads, pinned there, bleeding profusely, this Tao seed from the Parasitic Civilization maintained its composure and poise.
Now he was angry; if killing him, he would endure, but why vent anger on him?
The golden silk parasol said, “I blocked the Tao chain for you, blasted the Grandmaster aura, setting facts aside, perhaps I was truly wrong.”
With these words, Qin Ming was speechless, indeed guilty.
However, he always felt the golden silk parasol’s “tea skills” growing.
Qin Ming said, “Alright, Little Tea, let’s not ntion it again.”
Regardless whether the golden silk parasol had grown increasingly articulate, its rhetoric improved, its blood-fighting opponents were substantial, and that was enough.
Even, when pondering deeply, indeed it suffered significant Primordial Qi damage, its jesting rely to lighten the atmosphere.
In this dense forest, the experts from Heavenly Clan, Abyss Civilization, and Totem Camp wanted to say: Enough already!
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This one man and one parasol, ignoring all others, truly disregarded them, overly arrogant.
At this mont, filled with resentnt… they decisively fled.
If not escaping now, when?
Unfortunately, they couldn’t fulfill their wish.
Qin Ming and the golden silk parasol rushed out, cutting off their retreat.
Washing away “tattoos,” the Emperor’s Umbrella, clean and refined, dragged its weakened body, releasing the final skill chain not belonging to itself to fiercely confront opponents.
Qin Ming helped blockade enemies, allowing none to escape, even letting them attack Little Huang.
Even he couldn’t resist himself, landing two punches on the golden silk parasol’s surface, prompting an elegant shadow to roll eyes.
The three pursuing Grandmasters were aged, barely reaching the early stage of Fifth Realm, hardly a threat to Qin Ming.
Among them, the Abyss Horse was most formidable, its fists shining bright, illuminating the night sky, sacrificing to grind down the last dim skill chain of the golden silk parasol.
Qin Ming said, “Without losing the Diniu, now both ox and horse are complete.”
The battle swiftly concluded, three Grandmasters and six late-stage Fourth Realm experts all fell into the golden silk parasol.
The third Dao seed felt chills; seeing this situation, he knew his fate was grim.
Sure enough, the man covered in golden threads, like a golden mummy, flashed a smile and directly seized him.
Qin Ming, benevolent in appearance, said, “Tell , where have you seen this cultivation technique on before?”
“I don’t know!” The third Dao seed was uncooperative.
Qin Ming, patient, guided the conversation, tirelessly engaging him, continuously resonating during the process.
The third Dao seed suspected this was an abnormal chatterbox, refusing to speak, yet this person wouldn’t stop, unbelievably sick.
Qin Ming, patiently, needed not spoken secrets, as long as there was thought, emotional fluctuation sufficed.
Eventually, he gleaned the general situation.
A long ti ago, a supre figure from the Parasitic Civilization, went out, targeted a Loose Cultivator, yet surprisingly returned defeated, dying soon after at the mother nest.
Reportedly, that Loose Cultivator practiced such a cultivation technique.
“Initially, they were evenly matched, until later, both bodies fractured, the Loose Cultivator suddenly covered in golden threads, repairing himself, then launched a decisive strike…”
Qin Ming pondered, does this cultivation technique have a certain passivity?
But he realized now he could exercise it normally.
“Once my rebirth reaches completion, recovery fully achieved, I shall test again.”
Qin Ming felt surprise that the supre figure from the Parasitic Civilization faced off with a Loose Cultivator?
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