271: Chapter 175: Rebirth: I Am a Butterfly_2 271: Chapter 175: Rebirth: I Am a Butterfly_2 “Perhaps, only a rebirth can save my life and re-energize my flesh and blood!” Qin Ming stared at the dreamlike blue liquid he had preserved with Sticky Force, binding it outside his body.
However, the condition of his body was extrely serious, making the chance of rebirth slim.
Moreover, if one is not in the best state, ingesting the mineral elent might instead harm the body.
“One is about to die, who cares anymore!” Qin Ming was desperate.
He had no retreat, only the path forward!
In an instant, he activated the Heavenly Light Force, sending all the blue liquid into his flesh and blood.
Now, he couldn’t ingest it orally.
His body was barely obedient, yet fortunately, his Heavenly Light Force was special, infused with Divine Wisdom and Consciousness Spiritual Light, and could still be utilized.
The blue mist wove through every inch of Qin Ming’s flesh, including his torn heart, lungs, and kidneys.
“The path of ordinary people depends on bodily mutation, moving forward all the way.
The forerunners of road expansion succeeded in their transformation by taking special dicinal herbs in their dying monts amidst battles with giant beasts.
They stepped forward with bloody footprints, and so can I!”
He firmly believed, encouraging himself.
In a mont, his Heavenly Light Force flowed throughout his body.
Today, if he failed, he would have no choice but to die here.
As expected, without being in the best state, consuming the mineral elent caused significant harm to his body, making Qin Ming bleed from his seven orifices.
He had already run out of blood, yet now, after being “invaded” by the dreamlike blue liquid, his body trembled slightly, attempting to rouse his own potential for rebirth.
This led to very severe consequences.
His body was originally patched together, like a ceramic full of cracks, now almost about to shatter again.
If things went wrong, the place would beco a scene of scattered flesh and blood.
Clearly, he was unlike the forerunners who blazed the trail; in others’ eyes, his body had long since died and was absolutely incapable of rebirth.
What thod did he have now to continue his life?
At the critical mont of life and death, Qin Ming held his body together to withstand the violent changes brought about by consuming the mineral elent, and he chose the Life Changing Scripture.
This scripture originated from the depths of the Yewu World, laden with mystery, pondered by outsiders.
Now, he began to activate this scripture.
The Life Changing Scripture was very divine, allowing the simultaneous operation of Heavenly Light Force, Divine Wisdom, and Light of the Soul.
At this mont, the three forces rged into one, like golden rivers flowing within his damaged flesh.
Qin Ming, covered in cracks and in an extrely poor state, seemingly shrouded in black mist, found his organs—heart, lungs, even internal organs—severed by cracks, divided into multiple areas.
As he activated the Life Changing Scripture, proceeding along the mysterious network, golden rivers traversed the desolate and fractured land shrouded by night fog, gradually dispelling the darkness.
It seed like pioneering, golden rivers spreading, irrigating in the black mist, waiting for the earth to rejuvenate; Heavenly Light, Divine Wisdom, and Light of the Soul rged, like Yang Seeds buried in the Yin Soil of flesh and blood.
Qin Ming was full of hope, waiting for the heavy fog to regain its radiance from the soil of flesh and blood, dispelling all death.
However, in the end, all the golden rivers went deep into the “Yin Soil,” flowing until they ran dry, completely drained, and his spiritual consciousness beca silent within the soils of flesh and blood, yet still, his body did not undergo rebirth.
At this mont, Qin Ming’s consciousness sank, lost in bewildernt, wondering whether he would die alongside his body in the black mist.
Were all efforts in vain?
Myriad helplessness and impotence surged in his heart, his dim consciousness let out a sigh, even the Life Changing Scripture couldn’t alter his fate.
“In this era, as all laws flourish, paving the way, great exploration, and great openings are about to co forth.
In the vast and boundless depths of the Yewu World, there lies endless mystery, and perhaps, those Quasi Immortal Seeds, Divine Seeds could hope to beco divine and beco ancestors.
I don’t want to miss out, I refuse to accept it, I want to pave the way for ordinary people, for Newcors!”
With Qin Ming’s last sigh, he went into silence, the Life Changing Scripture ceased operation, the golden rivers seeped into the fleshly earth shrouded in the black mist, never to appear again, he also completely lost any fluctuation of consciousness.
His body stood in silence, the death weighted inside.
Anyone who ca upon him would ascertain that he had lost life, his flesh and soul had jointly fallen into silence, truly gone.
In the night sky, a rainbow light streaked across the moon, unable to drift far, only circling the moon then quickly dissipating, leaving the night sky in silent desolation.
On the ground, Qin Ming lay still, black mist roiling in the soil of his flesh, the “Yang Seeds” planted by the Life Changing Scripture were powerless, unable to root and sprout forth.
Now, they were driven by another scripture, erging of their own volition, the golden rivers resurface, weaving through the black mist.
Shortly after, golden threads appeared throughout Qin Ming’s body, crisscrossing and nding his ragged body, silver light steaming, plastered upon his torn flesh, the shattered vital organs.
In the ultimate desperation, the Silk Scripture ca into operation!
At this mont, golden needles threaded through Qin Ming’s body, as if stitching him a thousand, ten thousand tis, the silver light tamorphosed, astonishingly transforming into jade light, reapplying the dicine, exuding faint herbal incense.
It was only when the silver light fully transford into jade did it perhaps truly beco the Golden Silk Jade Robe.
Despite the unusual sight, Qin Ming remained silent, his state abysmal!
One could see his entire body like a cocoon, for the Golden Silk Jade Robe had dimd, wrapped around him, but he displayed no sign of activity.
It is unknown how long it took before a portion of Qin Ming’s consciousness resurged, illuminating parts of his body, and then breaking forth from the cocoon of flesh and blood.
He was bewildered, who was he?
Where was this place.
Subsequently, he looked down and saw a body covered in blood scabs, lifeless, like being trapped inside a cocoon.
At this mont, he spotted a few butterflies under the moonlight, dancing in the forest.
His spiritual consciousness followed suit, dancing like a butterfly, following along.
“No, I am not them, who am I?” He stopped again, flying back near his body.
“Have I reborn as a butterfly?
No, I am Qin Ming, I cannot die!” Bits of mories erged, even though he was just a fragnt of consciousness, he still rembered many things.
It was just a portion of his consciousness, but he understood, if he left the body and went forever, his flesh and the silent main consciousness within would die completely.
In a flash, he returned to his body.
This fragnted consciousness, infused with Divine Wisdom, Heavenly Light Force, among others, was not fragile, and he spared no effort in trembling, burning, to awaken the main consciousness.
Gradually, the long-silent main consciousness began to shine, radiating faint light, and the Golden Silk Jade Robe regained a bit of brilliance.
“I want to wake up, I am not a re butterfly, I am the Ta Lu Ancestor!” Qin Ming’s fragnt of consciousness roared, stirring heavy ripples in the main consciousness, then turned into light, igniting into a blaze, until the entire main consciousness beca magnificently brilliant, and he completely awoke.
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