Chapter 608
Grave Friends Association
Chapter 608 Grave Friends Association
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ke, Lü Qi, and Xi Sheng all staggered backward, their scalps tingling and throbbing as if they were about to explode.
The three saints' expressions changed drastically; they could hardly believe the words they were hearing and the sights they were seeing.
This Zheng Guang, also known as the Supreme Master of Benevolence, has serious problems. He is not some future Great Sage of the Demon Clan, but is suspected to be an ancient giant.
Jin Mei, Pangolin, and a few others who had been following the three saints were now also regressing.
As earth spirits, they spent their lives traversing the underground and had seen all sorts of strange and bizarre things. They all possessed strong hearts, yet now they were all terrified.
They seemed to have encountered a resurrected ancient supreme being.
“You are…” Zhou Ke, a saint of the Rebirth Puppet Organization, was already deathly pale. She stared at Zheng Guang’s face, her lips trembling slightly.
Under the cover of night, Qin Ming stood with his hands behind his back, turning to look at the people behind him.
Zhou Ke was struck dumb, letting out a startled "Ah!" and involuntarily took nine steps back.
She was absolutely certain that this was the person the organization's top brass had ordered to be secretly investigated!
To be precise, this is a "longevity sample" that was lost by the Rebirth Figurine Organization.
But... how did he come back to life?
When Qin Ming looked back, he realized that his identity had been exposed.
The dragon carried the tomb, where a mirror shone, revealing its "original form" and showing the true appearance of the two figurines.
At this moment, he was not only heroic, but also exuded a powerful and imposing aura.
In stark contrast to the wicked aura of the little insect, the two terracotta warriors, if they were to remain silent and simply stand there with expressionless faces, would exude a sense of majesty, a kind of righteous and awe-inspiring presence.
In fact, he was somewhat old-fashioned.
When Zhou Ke saw him looking at her, her heart trembled and her face paled. Was she witnessing an unspeakable miracle?
The old leader of the Rebirth Puppet Organization had been searching for this area for a long time, but had no confidence in reaching it. This person actually succeeded in it, dying and being resurrected, and now residing in the world.
"My lord!" She knelt on one knee, signifying her submission.
Behind her, Jin Mei was completely stunned. The person who was in the same group as her and explored the sinkhole together had such a background that it could shake the highest organization.
In a daze, she knelt down as well.
“Zhou Ke, he is…” Brigade Seven could not remain calm.
"Is he your 'immortal body'?" Saint Xi Sheng of the World Organization asked in secret.
Zhou Ke dared not speak out, because when the higher-ups issued the order to search, they sternly warned that it must not be done in a big way and that the search could only be conducted in secret.
These saints, as well as grandmasters and other direct descendants, had all seen the portrait.
All they knew was that this was one of the most important samples of longevity, and that the old leader had personally inquired about it and studied its past and scriptures.
Qin Ming said, "Get up. The past is gone. In this life, I am just Zheng Guang."
Zhou Ke lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
"Does this person know that they are an experimental subject? If they do know..." Zhou Ke dared not think any further.
Behind them, Lu Qi and Xi Sheng felt a chill in their hearts when they saw her reverent expression. In the distance, there was a tomb carried by ten thousand dragons, and nearby, ancient giants stood tall.
Yin Yang Dog, being an injured person, was allowed to stay on the surface to recuperate; his entire dog face was numb.
At the tomb of Wanlong Tuo, the mirror light faded, and a creature murmured, "Why was it someone from so long ago? Did he reach that level?"
Qin Ming's eyes were deep as he gazed ahead and said, "A dream spanning thousands of autumns, who is not on the path of crossing?"
The dragons that had been roaring at this side seemed to realize something and gradually quieted down, no longer daring to cause trouble.
Yin-Yang Dog trembled with fear, feeling that it was truly a miracle that it was still alive. What kind of evil spirit had it offended?
The three saints were all people who had seen great things, and each of them had a supreme dojo behind them. They even wanted to study the Undying Blood Calamity, but today's events were far beyond their expectations, and a chill ran down their spines.
They wanted to retreat, but dared not move.
"Do you still remember who you are?" A voice came from the grave of Wanlong.
Qin Ming resonated with the physical bodies of the two terracotta warriors, displaying a carefree attitude, and said, "Why should I worry? The me of today is not the me of yesterday, and the me of tomorrow will not be the me of today."
With his sleeves billowing, he looked up at the dark sky and said, "Immortality lies in change, not in a withered grave or a stagnant pool."
A cold voice echoed from the large tomb: "How dare you speak to me like that?"
Qin Ming stood high in the sky, looking down ahead, and said: "You dare to be so insolent without your master's permission?"
He sighed inwardly, feeling utterly helpless.
Now that his true identity has been revealed, he can no longer afford to be petty in his actions. Even if he knows there is danger, he must bite the bullet and go for it.
His words and actions cannot be too low-key, otherwise he will not seem like an ancient war chariot being reignited.
It was obvious that Qin Ming had learned some of the details through resonance.
The main issue is that there are intense emotional fluctuations at the Wanlong Tuo Tomb.
The resurgence of the ancient supreme being caused some of the creatures in the Tomb of Immortality to lose their composure.
Qin Ming glanced at them indifferently and said, "Tracing back eight thousand years, I have never been defeated in my life."
Not far away, the three saints looked at his back and felt that he was so tall and lofty. Their eyes were burning with passion and their hearts were filled with excitement.
Yin Yang Dog was greatly shocked and thought to himself, "He's really good at pretending, but he's really damn strong. He dared to shout at Wan Long and ignore the living beings of the Tomb of Immortality all by himself."
Zhou Ke's body trembled slightly. Could it be that this longevity test subject still had memories of the past? This was the ultimate goal pursued by the Rebirth Figurine Organization—the Longevity Figurine.
Behind Wanlong, beside that ancient tomb, after a brief silence, a voice came: "Greetings, sage."
Then, a creature emerged from the large tomb; it was an old dragon. It bowed to them, its attitude becoming much more respectful.
The so-called "myriad dragons circling" all refer to the form of a chilong (a type of dragon), without any dragon horns.
Because they are all essentially dragon silkworms.
But this dragon silkworm is different; it has two horns and dragon claws, as if it has truly transformed into a dragon.
Qin Ming showed no joy or sorrow, and said, "Having weathered away nine-tenths of the vicissitudes of life, I am no longer who I once was. With all the glamour gone, I am now nothing more than an ordinary, unremarkable cultivator."
It's obvious that this old silkworm is in the seventh realm.
Even with the ancestral dragon's lair for nourishment, he could not escape the impact of the Daoist principles of heaven and earth, and dared not stray too far from his nest.
In this era, even if there are celestial beings alive, they still have to crawl on the ground. No matter how profound their cultivation, they have to accept reality and constantly decline.
In this era, all the gods have decayed.
Old Silkworm was born in the wrong era; otherwise, given the auspiciousness of the Ancestral Dragon Cave, his cultivation would be far greater than it is now.
At this moment, he was very polite and bowed, saying, "Senior's past was as glorious as ten suns shining in the sky. It is a peak that I, a mere silkworm, can never reach in my entire life. Now you have transcended the boundaries of life and death and reappeared in the world. Even with twists and turns, you have still walked ahead of many great figures."
On one side of the ancient tomb, there was a row of stone carvings depicting dozens of creatures in various forms, including domineering men with overwhelming power, stunningly beautiful women, and old men who had returned to simplicity...
Many of the figures in the stone carvings are covered by ethereal mist, making them blurry and indistinct.
The old silkworm stood in front of a carved picture, which depicted the two figurines, lifelike in appearance.
"Do you know me?" Qin Ming asked.
The old silkworm cupped his hands and said, "I don't know about your past, senior."
Qin Ming hung high in the night sky, looking at the ancient tomb. He seemed to have discovered the engravings of the guild leader and the little insect, which were covered by dragon energy, immortal mist, and unfathomable Daoist charm.
The old silkworm added, "Half of these creatures were personally carved by my master during his lifetime, and the other half were carved by my Dragon Silkworm clan in later generations."
Zhou Ke, Lü Qi, and Xi Sheng were all restless. Without even thinking about it, they knew that those people must all be the strongest beings from ancient times.
The old silkworm said, "Senior, you are from a much earlier era, and were personally carved by your master. He never told you about your past."
Therefore, when he first saw the two figurines, he immediately lost his composure. They were even older than their owner and should have decayed into dust. How could they still be alive and reappear?
His master, blessed by the heavens and earth, received opportunities beyond reason, and remains silent to this day, unable to break free from the grave.
However, he firmly believed that his master, the person in the world most likely to take that crucial step, would surely be able to rule the world once again.
However, the deceased still needs time.
Qin Ming pondered that the two figurines had a great background and had existed for a very long time. Compared to them, even the owner of this longevity tomb was a junior, which was truly astonishing.
He asked, "Your clan is indeed loyal, guarding it for generations, and constantly moving with the large tomb?"
The old silkworm responded, "Our clan is subservient to our lord."
Qin Ming asked, "How many times have you migrated, and in what year did it begin?"
The old silkworm did not answer, its gaze distant and unfathomable.
The other party was tracing the era of his master, and he didn't want to reveal his master's background.
Qin Ming knew that this was no longer the original generation of dragon silkworms; the early tomb guardians would never have survived to this day.
Clearly, the Dragon Silkworm Clan was more important to the owner of the ancient tomb.
This clan feeds on dragon energy and is extremely sensitive to dragon veins. When the entire clan migrates, they also relocate graves to ensure that the grave owners are nourished year-round.
"Senior, please come to the source of the dragon energy for a chat. My master may find it helpful." The old silkworm bowed.
At this moment, the two terracotta figures appeared very calm, but their inner world... was not so peaceful.
Qin Ming felt that there was a major crisis this time.
Despite his imposing presence, he knows his own family's affairs.
Moreover, as an Earth Immortal, the other party was well aware that he was no longer an unparalleled powerhouse.
"What a bitter pill to swallow!" Qin Ming sighed inwardly.
He had no choice. Now that the immortal had invited him, how could he refuse? If he showed weakness, it would be very bad.
What the other party is wary of now is his past identity, and he has no choice but to stubbornly persist and go down this dark path.
"Hmm." Qin Ming nodded. The Hunyuan Golden Bridge stretched across the sky beneath his feet. He didn't take a step, but he was already being carried and teleported into the surging dragon energy.
The ten thousand dragons raised their heads, and indeed they were all in the form of Chi dragons.
They varied in size; the small dragons were only as long as an arm, while the large dragons were as thick as buckets. Together they roamed, supporting the mysterious tomb.
Wanlong, who carried the grave, voluntarily parted the path, showing respect for his predecessors.
Then, they simultaneously let out a high-pitched dragon roar.
Qin Ming walked calmly towards the large tomb.
Behind them, Zhou Ke, Lü Qi, and Xi Sheng were dumbfounded. Was this an unusual meeting of the strongest people in ancient times?
If word got out that the resurrected were to encounter guests from the graves, even the most important figures of the time would be interested and would want to visit this resting place.
"You all come too," Old Silkworm said, looking at Zhou Ke, Lü Qi, Xi Sheng, and the others.
The three saints felt their hair stand on end; were they ultimately unable to escape?
The pangolin, Jin Mei, Yin Yang Dog, and the others behind them also felt a chill run down their spines.
They did not consider this a benevolent place; they had previously witnessed the grandmasters of the three supreme organizations vanish like a dream.
Now, unable to refuse, the three saints gritted their teeth and led their people toward the source of the dragon's energy.
"A decaying cave?"
They thought there was only one ancient tomb, but as they approached, they discovered that the small area was actually quite vast, with five-colored soil particles underfoot that were crystal clear.
In addition, there is black and white soil, entangled with the two energies of yin and yang, life and death.
Lightning flashed across the ground, indicating a storm was brewing.
"Nine-Colored Soil!"
Putting aside everything else, this unique terrain alone is enough to make it a burial site for important figures in ancient times. In addition, there is the Ancestral Dragon Cave and a meteorite from outer space carrying miraculous substances, truly a marvel of nature's creation.
Qin Ming remained calm and composed as he strode towards the large tomb.
He examined the stone carvings and indeed found the Chairman and Little Insect.
It is unknown whether these two figures were carved by the tomb owner himself.
Therefore, it is impossible to determine the era in which the owner of this place lived.
Qin Ming tried to look at the carvings one by one, but the stone tablets disappeared, slowly sinking into the nine-colored soil.
There are definitely more than one or two Earth Immortals among the Dragon Silkworms here; the nest of strange insects raised in the Ancestral Dragon Cave is terrifying.
Sure enough, there were several Earth Immortal-level dragon silkworms guarding the large tomb. These were the ones that were visible; they had all transformed into human form, wearing armor, and remained motionless like clay or wooden sculptures.
Moreover, a woman emerged from behind the large tomb and presented a jade book to the first old silkworm to appear.
The old silkworm spoke up: "I have great respect for my senior, but I must also obey my master's divine decree."
In a flash, he opened the five-colored jade book.
"If you see an ancient resurrected being..." The old silkworm looked at the jade book and read it aloud.
Qin Ming's heart sank immediately.
However, he had no choice; he was already caught in the middle of it.
All of this is because it is a "living grave," capable of migrating and acting autonomously.
Otherwise, if it were an ordinary large tomb, Qin Ming and the three saints would not have encountered any trouble outside the sinkhole.
In fact, Zhou Ke, Lv Qi, and Xi Sheng were seeing a "living grave" for the first time in their lives. While feeling nervous, they also felt extremely unlucky.
"If the ancients were to fully recover and surpass the past..." the old silkworm murmured, then stopped.
Then it turned another page and said, "If one awakens, one's cultivation will regress..."
Each page seems to correspond to a state of the resurrected, and the grave owner gives different instructions depending on the situation.
On the nine-colored ground, in front of a stone table, Qin Ming sat down cross-legged, deciding to make the best of it since he was already there.
"Does your master also categorize ancient practitioners into different classes?" Qin Ming asked.
The old silkworm shook its head and said, "Senior, please don't misunderstand. My master wishes he could be born in the same era as the peerless experts of all ages, but unfortunately he has no chance to meet them. Therefore, he wishes to discuss the Dao with you sages from afar."
This place was once peaceful, but now it is filled with a desolate atmosphere.
The three saints were utterly bewildered. What were they doing here, these ancient sages discussing philosophy? I had a feeling today might be more ominous than auspicious.
As Qin Ming drifted away into the distance, he sighed across the endless sky. There were no easy opponents among the ancient giants; otherwise, they wouldn't have reached such heights.
He felt that he might lose a priceless physical body today.
He muttered to himself, "If that's the case, the losses will be devastating!"
Old Furnace spoke up beside him, "In the end, it was Er Yong who shouldered everything alone."
……
At the source of the dragon's energy, the two terracotta figures sat quietly, glanced at the old silkworm, and then looked at the large tomb, saying, "Please bring out your master."
The old silkworm shook its head and said, "My master is at rest, and he probably cannot be born in this era."
He straightened his spine and said, "However, my master has made arrangements so that I can indirectly discuss the Dao with you, senior."
Beneath the nine-colored earth, a chilling aura filled the air. The old silkworm, holding a jade book, broke the seal, revealing several ice coffins lying below.
The old silkworm smiled slightly and said, "Senior, your cultivation has not yet recovered; you have just reached the fifth realm, haven't you?"
Qin Ming ignored him and turned to look at Jin Mei, saying, "Pour the tea."
He had already realized that, despite the old silkworm's polite demeanor, the visitor had ill intentions.
After all, if they were soft-hearted, they wouldn't have destroyed Grandmasters like Qi Teng.
Just as Jin Mei was about to move, Zhou Ke, a saint from the Rebirth Puppet Organization, came over first and offered to make tea. She felt a chill; the living Tomb of Immortality probably wanted to keep all of them alive.
Perhaps only Zheng Guang can lead them out of this predicament.
Deep down, she was in despair. Even though it was an ancient powerhouse who had been resurrected, his condition was not right, and he probably couldn't even protect himself.
Right now, this is their only lifeline.
Beneath the nine-colored earth, an ice coffin was opened, and a young man suddenly opened his eyes, slowly sat up, and walked out from underground.
"What, now that I'm a wandering cultivator, you're treating me like I'm not?" The two terracotta warriors had an inherently dignified face, and even though they were drinking tea, they still exuded an invisible sense of oppression.
“Senior, we have no intention of disrespecting you.” The old silkworm held the jade book, bowed slightly, and his attitude was very good.
He continued, "This person is in the fifth realm, no weaker than my lord."
Qin Ming said, "You want to have a junior whom your master values compete with me, a rogue cultivator? I have indeed fallen on hard times after losing nine-tenths of my life experience, but did your master ever tell you to show some respect for the ancients? You should know that the way of heaven is cyclical, and perhaps one day he will have to face a young man from a later generation in the same way."
The old silkworm explained, "Senior, this is my master using others to discuss philosophy with great figures from different eras."
The young man's eyes were filled with terrifying patterns, and he was in an abnormal state. He didn't say a word, but strode towards Qin Ming and slowly raised his hand.
Mysterious patterns flowed in his palm, like a dazzling galaxy, condensed into a single palm, as he slowly pressed forward.
The old silkworm spoke up: "Senior, be careful!"
Qin Ming said, "Your master is somewhat domineering. He took advantage of my old age and frail health, and allowed a junior to humiliate me. What you sow today will surely reap tomorrow."
He put down his teacup and said, "So be it. Even the most magnificent sacred ground will one day vanish like smoke, and even the most illustrious person will eventually fall from grace. We, the resurrected, are nothing but unwilling, wandering ghosts who have returned to the world to struggle once more. Everyone has their time to descend the mountain. Let your master remember this well, for he too will have his day."
Qin Ming did not get up and remained seated cross-legged.
The old silkworm remained unmoved and said, "Senior, do you look down on this young man? My master believes he is very strong and can be compared to great figures of ancient times."
At that moment, the young man's palm struck down close.
Qin Ming remained expressionless and said, "I have severed my past and even forgotten how the fundamental principles of the sutra operate. So, let's do this: I will use the methods of the future and the techniques of the present generation to indirectly exchange blows with your master."
The young man's palm print landed slowly, waiting for him to make his move.
Within the bodies of the two terracotta warriors flows a divine substance of the same origin as Qin Ming, which is always maintained at its peak state in order to cope with emergencies.
Now, he is demonstrating Qin Ming's methods.
A green lamp hung in front of him, ignited by the Four True Flames, including the Six Ding Divine Fire and the Southern Bright Fire. In the flames, page after page of scriptures floated, condensed, and then intertwined to form the lamplight.
Upon closer inspection, one can discover that there are scriptures such as the Fuxin Sutra, the Taichu Wanting Seal, the Black and White Sutra, and the Lian Shen He Dao Sutra, all appearing together to form a radiant flame.
This lamp is a condensation of various scriptures, especially the wick, where forbidden and wondrous methods are revealed.
Without a doubt, Qin Ming's Chaotic Force has materialized.
Even in the shadowed area of the lamp wick, there is darkness; that is the manifestation of the devouring quality.
Nine-colored sword energy pulsed on the lamp body, and the Heaven-Opening Axe was faintly visible.
Inside the wick, gold threads are interwoven.
"Hmm?" The old silkworm found it difficult to analyze the structure of the lamp.
But he sensed something was amiss and perceived a profound and mysterious truth.
"Be careful!" he warned solemnly.
Without further hesitation, the young man slammed his right hand down heavily.
Before Qin Ming, a green lamp shone softly.
With a gentle breath, the entire world trembled, and a peaceful light shone upon it.
A burst of light, mixed with the fluttering pages of scripture, seemed like the mottled passage of time being sliced open. It appeared gentle and slow, with only slight ripples, but the power surging into the distance was devastating and terrifyingly boundless.
All the dragon energy burst open, and the clouds in the sky were completely shattered.
It was as if the will of Heaven had slashed through the sky, causing the winds and clouds to shift and the world to lose its color.
The young man's pupils contracted as the firelight engulfed him.
Behind them, the three saints were shocked. What kind of power was this? Their muscles tensed, and their hair stood on end.
The young man stumbled backward, his sleeves torn, his armor burning and melting to the ground, and three drops of blood rolling down his right hand.
"You're very strong," Qin Ming said.
The old silkworm sighed and said, "He is ultimately slightly inferior to his predecessor."
The two terracotta warriors, their dignified faces bearing an indifferent expression, said, "You are wrong. What he lacks is the people and laws of this era. I am no longer myself."
In the distance, Qin Ming's true form felt heavy-hearted, his expression more solemn than ever before. He muttered to himself, "Time is of the essence; I must continue to merge!"
At the source of the dragon's energy, the old silkworm looked at the young man and said, "Go back!"
Silently, the young man lay stiffly inside the ice coffin, like a zombie returning to its lair.
The old silkworm exclaimed in admiration, "Senior's skills are superb, especially your physical body, which is strong, resilient, and flawless. This little silkworm is in awe!"
Holding the jade book, he solemnly said, "My master left a will that if he encounters a fellow practitioner, he should try his best to persuade them to stay here as guests, and when he recovers, they can have a good discussion on the Dao."
Qin Ming glanced at them indifferently and said, "Are you trying to force me to stay?"
The old silkworm calmly replied, "I respect my senior, but I must also obey the Lord's divine decree. Please stay here for a while."
"What if I don't want to?" Qin Ming asked.
"Then I'll have to offend you." The old silkworm took action immediately.
From his fingertips shone brilliant beams of light—real, alien gold nails, nine in total, meant to pierce the flesh of the two terracotta warriors and seal them here.
Qin Ming remained motionless, watching quietly. His expression was so calm that he wouldn't even flinch if Feixian Mountain collapsed before his eyes.
It was all because his resistance was futile. How could his physical body withstand a Celestial Immortal right in front of him? A tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs.
Rather than that, he might as well make himself look more respectable.
Nine divine nails, one of which corresponds to the head of the two figurines, are meant to pierce through the forehead, clearly a method passed down by the tomb owner.
Qin Ming said, "Aren't you afraid of being purged one day? The strongest people in ancient times all had their own domains and secrets, and they kept to themselves. But you have overstepped your bounds."
That was his last sound, and then he closed his eyes.
A strange gold nail pierced his forehead, threatening to penetrate his head.
However, at that very moment, something terrifying happened. Deep within the bodies of the two terracotta warriors, a vast ocean of power seemed to awaken and suddenly burst forth!
A beam of light shot out, not towards the old silkworm, but towards the large tomb.
With a loud bang, the large tomb exploded, shattered by the light!
Inside the ancient tomb, a large coffin was broken into pieces.
In the distance, Qin Ming sensed all of this through the physical bodies of the two terracotta warriors, and his mind was shaken.
He took a deep breath, released the little insect, and then invited the guild leader out, saying, "The strongest cannot be insulted? If that's the case, then let's have a graveyard gathering!"
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