Night Without End Chapter 58 - 58 39 The Entire World has Changed

58: Chapter 39 The Entire World has Changed 58: Chapter 39 The Entire World has Changed The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, yet in this imnsely silent environnt, Qin Ming inexplically heard whispering sounds, as if they were right beside him.

He grabbed the Wujin Hamr with a long handle, his body tense like a cheetah, it was not an illusion, he even saw a blurry shadow just now.

Outside the window, the night was deep, and the Sun Stone in the room gradually dimd, flickered suddenly, and completely extinguished, plunging everything into pitch-black stillness.

Fortunately, the murmuring sounds near Qin Ming’s ears also disappeared.

After a mont, he reached out again to touch that worn leather Blade Manual, flipping through its pages, all was quiet, nothing happened.

He picked up the Blade Manual; the room was too dark to see the text on the pages, and no anomalies occurred at that mont.

Was it just an illusion after all?

Qin Ming imdiately went outside to the Fire Spring and scooped up a few bright, glowing stones, quickly returning ho.

In one hand he held the Big Hamr, and in the other, he flipped through the old Blade Manual, still very calm, with no murmuring sounds appearing.

“Was it just a hallucination?”

Soon, Qin Ming no longer got distracted and refocused on the leather pages marked with ancient traces, reading earnestly the crystallization of the predecessors’ efforts.

“Ah…”

At that mont, Qin Ming’s hair stood on end; not only did he hear whispering in this extre silence, but there was also a clear sigh echoing in his ears.

Moreover, an old man with white hair and blood-stained, ragged clothes appeared in the dim room, swaying in front of Qin Ming.

The temperature in the room seed to drop a few degrees, and the newly brought Sun Stone seed to dim as well.

Qin Ming reacted quickly, striking with the Hamr Blade.

The sighing disappeared, and the blood-stained, ragged old man also vanished.

What was this situation?

The world seed different now in Qin Ming’s eyes; he looked serious, and it was bizarre that just by studying an ancient Blade Manual such things would happen.

He clenched the Wujin Hamr with a long handle, carefully scanning the room, the Sun Stone still bright, and the temperature seed not to have dropped; everything had returned to normal.

“Is this a Demon Book?” Qin Ming stared at the Blade Manual, bound in animal skin, seemingly quite ancient, with every page worn.

“Or is it that the fluid absorbed from the Corner Material has made too spirited, causing abnormal perceptions in what I see and hear?” he pondered carefully.

Finally, with a grit of his teeth, he decided to remain calm, not acting prematurely, waiting to see what kind of demons might appear.

Qin Ming held the hamr in one hand and flipped through the Blade Manual with the other, the room silent except for the sound of turning leather pages, until he fully imrsed himself, focusing on studying various combat skills; then the whispering sound reappeared, with a disheveled old man, bloodied, standing not far ahead.

“There’s not much ti, leave this Blade Manual, ah, it’s a pity, my Sword Tao is hard to fully describe, dood to lose parts of it, a pity for my lifeti’s efforts.” The old man sighed.

Then, Qin Ming saw him writing at the desk, as sword lights appeared, as if to tear through the night.

Each ti the old man completed a Sword style, scenes from his past practice appeared in front of him, along with his various emotions, insights, and understanding of the Sword style.

Qin Ming imdiately realized how significant this was for him; after absorbing the liquid from the “Corner Material,” he saw a completely different world.

When his spirit was highly focused, through this Ancient Book, he experienced the emotions and resonances of the author, his understanding of the Blade Technique surpassing the records in the book.

Qin Ming considered himself highly perceptive, learning anything very quickly.

When he first studied the Blade Manual in the mountains, he did not find it difficult to practice and soon grasped its essence.

But the current situation was no longer about perception but witnessing how the Blade Manual was created, resonating with the old man’s martial spirit, involving the experience, understanding, and essential interpretation of this Blade Technique.

“This Blade Manual carries the lifeti efforts of this old man, I resonate with it, recreating the various real scenarios of the past…”

Qin Ming montarily got distracted and withdrew from that realistic scene.

Then, he put down the Wujin Hamr, sat in front of a copper basin holding the Sun Stone, and began to study the Blade Manual from the beginning, fully imrsing his mind in it.

Indeed, the more he concentrated, the more focused his spirit beca, the clearer those voices, those images, and that emotional and ntal resonance.

For a mont, he saw the old man looking up at the night sky, contemplating the Blade Technique, then piercing the darkness with a bright and clear blade light.

Then the scene shifted, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down, the old man gaining new insights, standing in the heavy rain with a wooden sword, cutting out a breathtaking blade stroke as if it could slice through the sky, the brilliance of the wooden sword overpowering the lightning in the night sky, cutting through the darkness.

Qin Ming was so excited that his heart trembled; this style wasn’t recorded in the Blade Manual, this kind of indescribable Miao Style, a blade displayed only through the sublimation of the spirit.

This profound and mysterious feeling, hard to capture on paper, which is why the old man sighed; his Blade Technique was destined to lose so of its essence.

But now, Qin Ming witnessed it, and with emotional and ntal resonance, he fully grasped the essence of that blade.

In the subsequent Blade Techniques, the old man practiced arduously in the deep mountains, slaughtering giant beasts.

Then he walked alone in the snowstorm, battling against nurous strong foes, losing an arm, he was severely injured and fled far after the battle, in his later years he buried a broken sword.

Afterward, living in seclusion, nursing his injuries, after five years of quiet sitting, he dug up the broken sword, and when he wielded the blade again on a rainy night, that radiant blade light that could split the skies was even more domineering, like splitting mountains and leveling seas.