266: Chapter 173: Life and Death Tribulation 266: Chapter 173: Life and Death Tribulation In the dark clouds, at the edge of the giant nest, Qin Ming picked up a piece of eggshell, and it shattered with just a squeeze, lacking any spiritual essence.
“Many years ago, could it have been a nest of the Golden Winged Great Roc, or a Golden Crow, or even a True Dragon?” he mused to himself.
The thought of those species made him quite apprehensive.
Only legendary creatures could make a ho amidst these clouds.
This abandoned nest left nothing behind, but the old wood it was built with was rather sturdy, marked with scorch marks from lightning strikes, yet not completely damaged.
Qin Ming searched carefully, finding nothing of value.
Understandably so, as people from the Outer World and Esoteric Buddhism had long discovered this place.
Qin Ming continued along the original faded golden long spike, seeing more and more extending out chaotically along the way.
His expression grew solemn, increasingly suspecting these were not spikes at all.
When a strand of hair blocked his view, he suddenly had a realization: perhaps what lay beneath his feet was…
long hair.
Qin Ming was shocked by his own thought; hair as thick as a water barrel, what kind of enormous creature could it belong to?
Moreover, it was floating among the clouds, not falling down, making it all the more bewildering.
A single strand could pierce through a spaceship, and with crossed strands and mysterious species building nests, a combination of these factors left Qin Ming in awe along the way.
“It could also be beast hair!”
He had walked miles along this barrel-thick “road,” traversing above the clouds, finally making a new discovery.
He seed to have arrived at his destination, with countless strands of pale gold “hair” densely packed within the black fog, many intertwined, growing thicker as he approached.
Undoubtedly, the sight seed to confirm his suspicions.
However, he couldn’t see the whole picture; what could such a creature be?
“Unable to see the true face of Mount Lu, just because I’m amidst the mountain.” Qin Ming murmured.
Soon, he was astonished, for he truly found a towering mountain!
“What’s happening here?” He was sowhat bewildered.
On that mountain, various glimrs, Golden Radiance, Purple Mist, etc., intermittently pierced through the dense Night Fog, clearly an extraordinary place.
Qin Ming was taken aback, how could he encounter a mountain in the clouds while traveling aboard the Vermilion Bird Spaceship through the night sky?
As he reached the foot of the mountain, he saw many dull “long spikes” spanning across, intersecting, supporting the mountain.
“Could it be a teorite that fell onto the body of a colossal entity?” Qin Ming entertained the thought.
The mountain’s material was special, full of bumps and holes, occasionally emitting various glimrs, Su Shiyun, Zhao Yaoting, and others had long appeared on the mountain.
They had separated, each using their Exotic Treasure to absorb Purple Mist, Golden Radiance, etc., evidently the “task” for their journey.
Their old seniors in the Outer World and Esoteric Buddhism had prepared a “special treatnt” for them, feeding them exclusively.
Qin Ming hurried forward, realizing their Taoist skills were greater than his, at least starting from the second realm, allowing them to travel faster.
He found that not only were various glimrs erging from holes on the mountain, so special areas were growing strange flora.
However, such places had silver runes flickering, seemingly protected, preventing people from approaching.
He quickly climbed the mountain, with glowing lights everywhere, leaving him dazzled.
Nearby, a refreshing fragrance filled the air, a silver vine resembling tal, gleaming, with large flowers swaying in the fierce wind.
Dozens of ters away, the Golden Radiance shimred, a small three-foot tree flowing with faint luminosity.
Unfortunately, near them, special symbols flickered, protected as well.
“Above the heavens, amid the clouds, resides a mountain, planted with unknown flora.” He didn’t need to think further, everything here surely held imnse value.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be co-managed by the Pure Land, Immortal Soil, and Esoteric Buddhism.
What does true heritage an?
This is it, the heavens have a “land” able to produce rare herbs, fruits, and more.
Qin Ming sighed, he was far too behind, wanting to buy a small room in a city on the ground, but Day Gold was insufficient.
He quickly found a place, absorbing the luminous glow, being the last to arrive, he naturally wouldn’t waste ti, imdiately executing the “task,” following along recklessly.
“This is high-level Heavenly Light!” He swiftly made a judgnt.
The mountain above the clouds was closer to the outer realm, bearing abundant rare spiritual essence over the years.
Qin Ming noticed others were far more efficient than him, given that they carried Exotic Treasures.
He thought of the broken cloth, estimating its potential use.
But the cloth had a serious issue, only absorbing, never “nourishing” back.
Most crucially, upon attempting to decode its mysterious ability, he found it rely amplified his Heavenly Light Force, not by much.
For example, the pattern on the broken cloth, that golden sunset, when activated with Heavenly Light, seed to just enlarge his fist a few sizes.
Qin Ming almost didn’t want to “nourish” it anymore, thinking it undeserving.
In the end, he reluctantly took out the broken cloth, stuffing it into a glowing pit.
Usually inconspicuous, not showing anything, yet when encountering Divinity, spiritual essence, its instinct was to absorb, used to repair itself.
It behaved like a bottomless pit, draining the glowing matter in the pit.
Qin Ming searched carefully, seeing a place emitting Purple Mist, grabbed the broken cloth, and rushed over, surely unable to nourish it this ti.
He inhaled deeply, instantly drawing up Purple Mist, absorbing it into his mouth and nose, imdiately feeling sheer comfort all over, every pore relaxing.
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