(Correction: Li Qingyue has actually been away for more than two years.)
"Disperse!" Under the night sky, Qin Ming spat out just two words, and they shook all directions.
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it made the crowd ebb away like the tide.
"Even within the Fifth Realm, people are not the sa." An elder figure sighed.
What is a First Generation Grandmaster? That mysterious man with wide sleeves fluttering behind Qin Ming, every gesture, every word and movent, was vividly explaining the true aning of these four words.
Standing in the air by Controlling Six Qi, Qin Ming said, "Everyone, take care of yourselves. Even with my Bodhisattva Heart, I won’t allow repeated offense."
Many couldn’t help but look back. In that single glance, it was truly the myriad faces of all beings; each saw a different scene.
The Huang Family paused briefly; what they saw was that man’s boundless might, and the humiliation of their clan’s face being utterly lost.
Top prodigies like Zhou Tian Dao and Yan Zhuohua had their bodies pause slightly; what they saw was that man’s peerless bearing as he looked down on all heroes.
Lu Jingli turned around; what she saw was that distant, untouchable figure of a Banished Immortal, and her shattered tender dreams.
The elder figures glanced sideways; what they saw was that blazing deanor and awe‑inspiring radiance that made even Grandmasters lower their heads before him.
Until that Banished Immortal–like silhouette cast his gaze over, in an instant, all the various groups scattered completely.
The night sky was washed clean, utterly silent.
Qin Ming muttered to himself, "Why is it like this? Because I... am kind‑hearted."
If he hadn’t blown up Grandmasters, slapped warships to pieces, and suppressed a Saint, how could he have effectively "persuaded" the others to withdraw? It looked like Vajra Angry Eyes, but in truth he was "mourning for heaven and pitying all beings," avoiding a night of rivers of blood.
With a casual wave, Qin Ming collected the five wooden figures Wen Dao had left behind. Each possessed Grandmaster Level Power, and they were exquisite Miracle Treasures that could form a Five Elents Battle Formation capable of trapping and killing powerhouses.
Those who had sensed his "Bodhisattva Heart" and "rciful Intent" had all gone far away, but there were still other creatures lingering nearby—the swarm of Crimson insects.
Earlier, when all the various forces had rushed in and Qin Ming made his move, his Fierce Sun shone over the night sky. Even these Strange Insects that only had primitive instinct left trembled and hid inside the Grand Canyon.
This was top‑grade ingredient; whether salt‑grilled, stewed into soup, or simply stead, that fresh, rich aroma could literally lt a person’s Tongue.
With a sweep of his wide sleeve, Qin Ming collected the swarm that resembled a rosy sunset, sending it into the Broken Cloth Space.
"Delicacies like this are enough to be served at an Immortal banquet. How could they beco a great scourge of the Earth Immortal Dynasty? Even if you just eat them, you should be able to eat this Strange Insect to extinction." Qin Ming was puzzled.
He pondered that if he tried placing the Crimson insects on the dining tables of so top experts, in the future Crimson insects would probably have to rely on breeding to avoid extinction.
At the very least, once Qin Ming had tasted them, he could never forget that ultimate freshness and fragrance.
With a swish, he stood on the Primordial Elent Golden Bridge, spanning the night sky, and in an instant he was far away, like a bridge erected over the Night Fog Sea, about to reach an unknown shore.
Qin Ming was testing his own speed; it was indeed fast to an unfathomable degree.
He ca to the Dragon Nest again, preparing to wipe out the Strange Insects’ nest. After all, besides the great temptation these delicacies held for a gourt, there was also Scarlet Divine Nectar here.
Qin Ming strode straight into the mountain’s belly. The buzzing of wings was like tal plates grinding together; an ocean of Strange Insects took to the air, like molten iron poured out, a mass of dazzling red.
After becoming a First Generation Grandmaster, he returned here with none of the life‑and‑death pressure from before.
"I wonder if that silver old Ape, and the Bull Demon King, are still alive."
The mountain belly was vast and quite empty. Qin Ming hung in midair like a Big Sun; as the insect swarm flew toward him, they crackled and fell, unable to get close to his body at all.
Especially after his True Form manifested behind him, the elites among the Crimson insects—those "Insect Generals" that had evolved specifically for battle—were not worth ntioning.
Behind Qin Ming, a Divine scene appeared: the Black and White Tree swayed, Yin Yang Qi swept out, and the Crimson insects fell like rain.
Next, the Thousand Cicadas chirped together as they flew out, capturing dense clusters of Crimson insects alive.
After that, the boundless Night Fog scattered, stars glittered, the Taiyin hung askew, falling from Above the Nine Heavens.
In an instant, a pair of hazy giant hands manifested, as if to tear apart the night...
Qin Ming was giving his ox‑cleaver a light test; his True Form was constantly shifting.
Previously, when he slew Grandmasters and shattered warships, he hadn’t used his True Form at all, because there was no need, and he didn’t want others to know his true thod either.
Unless an even stronger foe arrived, it would be nearly impossible to force out his True Form, or to draw out the golden silk weaving within the Primordial Elent Heavenly Light, as well as that Black Hole with devouring traits.
A mont later, Qin Ming stood immovable as a mountain, the Primordial Elent Golden Bridge carrying him, spanning the Insect Nest. Everywhere his figure passed, the insect swarms were all collected.
He harvested the wax‑sealed Scarlet Divine Nectar, and also saw the Insect Mother.
"Hm?" He sensed sothing abnormal.
The Insect Mother screeched, the sound ear‑piercing, like a soul‑shaking tsunami crashing over.
Its sound couldn’t harm Qin Ming, but it seed to awaken so other creature.
Qin Ming heard the clanking of chains. He discovered that at the very bottom of the mountain’s belly there was still a cavern and a stone door, and strange noises were coming from within.
Then, he resonated with a primitive and hazy will.
"Roar?" A beast stretched a giant claw out from behind the stone door; it seed to be shackled by chains.
"Awaken... the Master." The Insect Mother screeched. It wasn’t normal communication, but a cry for help arising from primal instinct; it felt it couldn’t deal with the outsiders.
With a swish, Qin Ming stepped onto the Primordial Elent Golden Bridge and directly left.
"Heaven‑raised Strange Insects must not be completely harvested; one must leave seeds behind. Forget it." He vanished into the vast night.
Even as a First Generation Grandmaster, one must remain clear‑headed—just like those various groups not long ago; at the final mont, when facing him, their eyes suddenly grew clear, and they knew etiquette, knew advance and retreat.
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