Chapter 609
Dancing on the Grave of the Strongest
Chapter 609 Dancing on the Grave of the Strongest
Above the towering mountains, in the night mist, a six-tusked white elephant flapped its two large ears, soaring beneath the sky, staring into the distance, and exclaimed in surprise, "Whose ancestral grave has been blown up?"
It appeared in the distance, heard the huge commotion in the area, cautiously approached, and joined the excitement across the vast mountain range, just in time to see a large tomb disintegrate.
If the dragon silkworm heard this, it would surely skin it alive.
"Hiss, ten thousand dragons roaring together?" The dragon-elephant's two big ears went limp, and it almost fell headlong from the sky to the mountains. It was so frightened that it frantically flapped its ears and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The source of the dragon's energy, the large tomb exploded.
The ancient coffin was broken into three pieces and was in a terrible state.
It should be noted that it was covered with dense patterns and protected by array formations, but it was still destroyed.
The old silkworm was somewhat bewildered. What was going on?
Although that sage has awakened and reappeared in the world, he has severely degenerated. How could he possibly unleash such power?
The old silkworm had observed carefully beforehand; otherwise, how dare it be so presumptuous? It insisted on obeying its master's divine decree.
But now, his head felt like it was about to explode, and his whole body was numb. Had the strongest person retained the methods they used in life? He was deeply horrified, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Qin Ming was multitasking, mobilizing the little insects, summoning the guild leader, and resonating with the two terracotta warriors, pondering what he had seen and heard.
He also felt a chill run down his spine. These two terracotta warriors... were they somehow inviolable? They actually retained forbidden techniques.
In a flash, Qin Ming recalled the past and realized that he should not have humiliated the two terracotta warriors. At most, he had made them laborers and free thugs.
If the old silkworm hadn't gone too far, using strange gold nails to pierce the foreheads of the two figurines and nail their heads shut, this terrible incident probably wouldn't have happened.
Without a doubt, the most important thing for great figures in ancient times was their physical body. After their pure Yang consciousness was extinguished, their only hope was for their physical body to be revived and for their spiritual fire to be reignited.
Now, someone wants to destroy the very essence of the two terracotta warriors, and the methods he left behind have been activated.
At this moment, Qin Ming could still resonate with the two terracotta warriors and carefully sense them, but he did not find any signs of spiritual awakening in their physical bodies.
"Is it a physical instinct? Going straight to the heart of the problem, smashing the resting place of the deceased, this is clearly a 'I can't live, you have to die too' rhythm."
Qin Ming was stern; these were all ruthless figures from the past.
"Guard the tomb, protect the coffin!"
Near the large tomb, there are several powerful dragon silkworms, all of whom have reached the Earth Immortal Realm, and now their eyes are red with envy.
Because they saw the imposing young man heading towards the broken ancient coffin.
For some special reason, their entire clan depended on the tomb owner for survival, and they were all loyal and unhesitatingly blocked the way.
Qin Ming resonated with the idea and decided to go all out.
Since the other party has already gone all out and used the strange metal nails on the two terracotta warriors, what is there for him to hesitate about?
He led this physical body, targeting the tomb owner, and taking advantage of the remaining power and unpredictable energy fluctuations, decided to go all out and strike at the heart of the matter.
The earth immortals guarding the tomb rushed towards the two figurines, unleashing their full power.
"Ah..." The Yin-Yang Dog screamed in agony as its physical body shattered. Even its Grandmaster-level pure Yang consciousness was like a candle flame in the wind, about to be extinguished.
He wants to curse the silkworm girl, what does that have to do with that old dog?
The Earth Immortal attacked the two figurines' physical bodies, but could not destroy them; it was the old dog who suffered the consequences.
The Earth Immortal—the pangolin—was also bursting open with its hard scales, its flesh and blood mangled, and its spiritual flame was rapidly dimming; it too was about to die.
They were angry, desperate, and helpless.
The Earth Immortals of the Dragon Silkworm Clan attacked the resurrected ancient powerhouses, not targeting these Earth Immortals, but in the end, it was they who were injured, unable to withstand that pressure.
It was just the aftermath; they were all crushed one after another.
"Miss." Jin Mei cried out in despair. She was shattering, her consciousness burning into a rain of light. She looked at the saint Zhou Ke, and then glanced at the Great Sage Zheng Guang.
In an instant, she vanished, both body and soul.
Qin Ming sighed, feeling helpless. He couldn't be a good person here, and it would be difficult to protect others.
Old Dog, Pangolin, and other earth immortals all died, instantly turning to ashes.
Only three saints remained. They carried rare treasures and barely survived the first wave of energy emanating from the Earth Immortal, but they were all covered in cracks and were not far from death.
They fled towards the edge of the dragon's aura, panting heavily, leaving behind three lines of bloody footprints, filled with despair.
But where could they go? Wanlong sealed off their way home, cutting off their escape route.
In front of the two terracotta figures, some earth immortals exploded!
It must be said that the power dormant within this ancient expert was truly terrifying. Even after countless years, he was still able to slay an Earth Immortal in a passive counterattack!
Some immortals' physical bodies suddenly withered away.
Qin Ming realized that the two terracotta warriors' attack methods had some problems, as they greatly amplified the terrifying natural environment. Even at the source of the dragon energy, a terrestrial immortal would find it difficult to protect himself.
"The two terracotta warriors were extraordinary back then. In that era, they might have been researching the issue of Daoist resonance." Qin Ming was deeply shaken.
Undoubtedly, many predecessors were prescient, predicting things long ago and taking steps to improve their techniques.
Qin Ming carefully comprehended that the secret power emanating from the two figurines was slightly higher than that of an Earth Immortal, which was not too outrageous. Their mysterious power contained extremely strange symbols, which aggravated the great turbulence of the Daoist rhythm in this place.
In a sense, the local immortals here are also destroying themselves.
After being countered by the secret power of the two terracotta warriors, they were cut down to the ground by the natural environment.
At the same time, this already dilapidated cave began to crack, and the nine-colored soil was collapsing, even exposing some ice coffins.
The two figurines were in a very special state; deep within their flesh and blood, runes intertwined and immortal power flowed out, constantly being released.
On a spiritual level, he was completely blank, relying solely on Qin Ming's guidance.
But this resonance is intermittent.
The main problem is that the power emanating from the hidden parts of the two terracotta warriors is terrifying!
Qin Ming tried to control him, but was forced to stop from time to time.
At the same time, he was relieved that it was through resonance; if it had been true possession, he certainly wouldn't have survived, his spirit and will would have been overwhelmed long ago.
When he coexisted with the two figurines, he was in a special state of entanglement.
Perhaps this method is the correct way to control the physical bodies of great figures in ancient times.
In this way, Qin Ming himself can be kept safe.
He frequently "disconnects," so naturally he can't pay attention to others.
"How could this be?" Lu Qi laughed bitterly. He had seen the unbelievable "living grave" and witnessed the miracle of the ancient supreme being's resurrection, but in the end, he himself was about to die.
His lower body disappeared, and his mental field was also torn apart.
Saint Xi Sheng of the World Organization was filled with grief. He was just watching the outer members dig graves, how did he end up in such a desperate situation?
"Zhengguang... Lord, can you take me away?" Zhou Ke, a saint of the Rebirth Puppet Organization, spoke weakly. She did not want to die, but her eyes were already dim and her energy was about to be exhausted.
Qin Ming looked back, but it was too late to change the outcome.
What is that place? Ten thousand dragons roared in unison. The three saints had already suffered severe damage to their bodies and spirits under the first wave of the Earth Immortal's Daoist aura, and now they were being overwhelmed by those dragons.
The main problem is that Qin Ming's resonance is intermittent, and he is preoccupied with his own affairs.
The power of the two terracotta warriors was terrifying. Their mere passive counterattack caused the heavens and earth to tremble, and several earth immortals in front of the great tomb were forced to face their calamities one after another.
The old silkworm behind him was completely stunned. Why did it become like this?
He never imagined that things would deteriorate to this extent.
From the moment he took out the strange gold nail and pierced the dignified man's brow until now, only a blink of an eye has passed, and the master's tomb has exploded, with the coffin bursting open.
The experts of their clan suffered repeated and tragic deaths.
If he had foreseen this scene, how could he have dared to offend that degenerate predecessor?
The blood seeping from the foreheads of the two terracotta warriors glowed, containing patterns, and now began to flow backward, the wounds healing rapidly.
Qin Ming occasionally lost his connection with the two terracotta warriors, but he still tried to seize the opportunity to come to the broken tomb, to vent his anger for the two terracotta warriors and for himself.
With a loud crash, he stomped down, and most of the ancient coffin shattered into hundreds of pieces.
At this time, there were no more earth immortals in front of the tomb; they had all died under the passive counterattack of the two terracotta warriors.
Since the tomb owner left a divine decree, and that old silkworm was treating people differently based on their status, then Qin Ming had no reason to be polite. He decided to desecrate the tomb and demolish the house, intending to dig out the old man here!
"Stop!" Old Silkworm shouted from behind, his body trembling.
"Stop it, you bastard!" Qin Ming retorted.
At this moment, he no longer needed to display the demeanor of a master. The complex Dao patterns and immortal power flowing outward from the two figurines gave him a great deal of confidence in a short period of time.
With a bang, the remaining section of the coffin also exploded.
The old silkworm was struck as if by lightning. The ancestral dragon's lair, which had remained intact for countless years, was trampled and destroyed today. Why did this happen?
He felt a sense of unreality, as if he were dreaming.
His lord, the highest and most exalted, could not even rest in peace after death; his resting place was cut open and his body was soon to be exposed in the wilderness.
For a moment, the old silkworm was somewhat dazed. He murmured: What year is it? Where am I?
He failed to persuade the man to stay, and instead, the master's hideout was raided!
"Given the circumstances, how dare a mere autumn insect chirp in the face of frost?" Qin Ming turned around.
His constant resonance can help the two terracotta warriors grasp the general direction, but the delicate operation is quite difficult because they may lose contact with each other at any time.
He is currently killing enemies mainly by using the power passively unleashed by the two terracotta warriors' bodies to counterattack.
Therefore, Qin Ming wanted to provoke the old silkworm so that it would come over on its own.
At the same time, Qin Ming blasted apart the source of the dense dragon energy with a kick and saw the tomb owner!
Instantly, his pupils contracted.
That wasn't a normal set of remains, but a... enormous bead!
"This... could it be the Ancestral Dragon Pearl?" Qin Ming's heart trembled, his eyes widened, and he stared at the mysterious tomb owner in disbelief.
That bead was as big as a water basin.
In the dim light, one could vaguely see what appeared to be a creature sitting cross-legged in the middle.
The entire bead was enveloped in ethereal mist, swirling with wisps of chaotic energy, exuding a faint sense of immortality—truly a supreme treasure.
On the bead, there are fine Dao patterns and the phantom image of the ancestral dragon, intertwined with each other.
Qin Ming finally understood why the Dragon Silkworm Clan was so loyal to the tomb owner. With a Dragon Pearl that only appeared in legends, how could they possibly give it up?
Dragon silkworms feed on the energy of dragons.
Before them stood the enormous Ancestral Dragon Pearl, a priceless treasure that held a fatal attraction for the Dragon Silkworm Clan.
Moreover, it is said that the Dragon Ball can gather dragon energy, and if placed in a dragon vein, it can automatically attract essential substances.
The owner of the tomb used some unknown means to bury himself in it without damaging the Ancestral Dragon Pearl.
Undoubtedly, the Ancestral Dragon Pearl is made of the highest grade material, making it sturdy and indestructible.
Even if the Dragon Silkworm Clan had selfish motives and wanted to cut open this pearl, they simply couldn't do it.
Therefore, when they consume all the dragon veins in a place and carry out a great migration, they will always carry the ancestral dragon pearl in the large tomb and never abandon it.
"My lord!" the old silkworm screamed in agony, for it was truly about to be exposed to the elements.
In an instant, the dragons raised their heads, their roar shaking the heavens. Countless dragon silkworms, as if summoned, all swooped down toward Qin Ming, their eyes turning red.
The two terracotta figures, whose physical bodies were still within the sealed gates, were threatened with death. Ripples spread outward from their own bodies, seemingly gentle, but the final result was chilling.
Around him, all the dragon silkworms, large and small, that attacked him were instantly shattered. Even the larger dragon-shaped strange insects were disintegrating, crumbling inch by inch. Qin Ming felt this was unwise; if this continued, the two terracotta warriors might dry up and rot like withered wood.
Even the strongest beings of ancient times are dead after all, and their secret treasures cannot continue to generate power for a long time.
Taking advantage of his final moment of glory, Qin Ming stomped on the Ancestral Dragon Pearl repeatedly, trying to crush it and force out the mysterious tomb master inside.
Unfortunately, the Ancestral Dragon Pearl was too tough and indestructible.
The two figurines are no longer in their original state and cannot perform the supreme magic.
Around it, dragons fell in a flurry, and silkworms exploded in countless bursts.
"Ah!"
"Ha ha……"
Before the flames of Zhou Ke, Lü Qi, and Xi Sheng's spirits were extinguished, they witnessed this magnificent scene. They didn't know whether to cry or laugh; they felt despair, but also a sense of exhilaration.
In an instant, the three saints died, and all the people from the three major organizations searching for the Great Tomb in this region were wiped out.
"The Dragon Ball can't be broken!" Qin Ming frowned deeply.
If the real body were here, that would be great. Lock this dragon ball deep in the tattered cloth, and who cares if it can be revived or not, let it rot in jail first.
However, Qin Ming's true form did not dare to approach.
Ever since he witnessed the two terracotta warriors suddenly erupt, he realized that these ancient people were all ruthless and heartless, and he even began to doubt whether the two terracotta warriors were really still dead.
Qin Ming led the two terracotta warriors, intending to use their secret power to seal the Ancestral Dragon Pearl and take it out of this place.
Suddenly, the bead the size of a water basin glowed, intertwined with Dao patterns, and violently broke free, accompanied by bursts of dragon roars. The figure sitting cross-legged in the center became clearer than before.
The person was dressed in feathered robes, and his outline was already indistinct.
"Has it come back to life?" Qin Ming asked gravely.
The Ancestral Dragon Pearl hovered in the air, radiating a sacred glow that illuminated the entire night sky as bright as day. Countless strands of nine-colored divine light shone down upon all directions.
All the dragons were chirping softly, and even in this critical moment, there was still an urge to worship them.
"Could the tomb owner also be a dragon silkworm?" Qin Ming was somewhat suspicious. If it was a strange insect hiding inside the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, its size would be a good match.
However, he shook his head, saying that the Ancestral Dragon Pearl could most likely form its own small world.
He then gleaned from the dragon silkworm's thoughts that its master was nine-tenths likely a human.
This area, the so-called Wanlong, was turned into a large area of blood mist after several dives, suffering heavy losses.
It was their blood that seemed to activate the Ancestral Dragon Pearl.
It hangs high in the night sky, facing off against the two terracotta warriors.
"Master, have you recovered?" The old silkworm's voice trembled.
Qin Ming did not detect any emotional fluctuations in the Ancestral Dragon Pearl; it was more like an instinctive reaction of seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.
The dormant power within the Ancestral Dragon Pearl was passively awakened in order to protect itself.
The old silkworm said hopefully, "My lord was able to find even a legendary treasure like the Ancestral Dragon Pearl. His merits are beyond compare. Having been nurtured by dragon energy for so many years, if he were to awaken, he should be able to suppress this fiend, right?"
In the distance, the little insect finally arrived!
Qin Ming's true form could understand the specific dynamics of this place through resonance. He felt that after the two terracotta warriors erupted, the little insect only needed to show itself slightly to be a terrifying deterrent.
At this moment, the little insect appeared in its true form, standing high in the sky, its evil aura soaring to the heavens, looking down at the Myriad Dragons Carrying the Tomb in front of it.
"Ah?" some of the dragon silkworms exclaimed in surprise.
Old Silkworm looked up at the sky, his face deathly pale. He had been looking at those stone carvings for years and could recognize the two figurines, so he could naturally recognize the little insect as well.
In an instant, he felt like he was about to explode.
An ancient sage was bad enough, but he was already quite fierce and disturbed the tomb owner. Now that the Ancestral Dragon Pearl has been revived, who knows what will happen next?
Now, another ancient person has arrived.
Old Silkworm felt that this world was so absurd and unreal. How could ancient great figures who should have died keep appearing one after another?
Especially the one in the night sky, whose identity is very special, has an innate sense of oppression for the Dragon Silkworm Clan.
"The Insect... Emperor!" The old silkworm's voice trembled, a sound of awe and fear that came from the depths of his soul.
This is the Insect Emperor who was active in the world five thousand years ago. The owner of the old silkworm was unable to personally carve this person, so their Dragon Silkworm clan filled the gap.
The old silkworm, being a wondrous insect, reacted to the Insect Emperor as if a mortal were seeing a deity.
"The Insect Emperor?" Panic spread among the Dragon Silkworm Clan.
The Ancestral Dragon Pearl glowed and confronted the physical bodies of the two terracotta warriors. It then noticed the arrival of the small insect, but it still did not retreat. Regardless of whether the tomb owner had been resurrected, its performance was very assertive.
Far away, Qin Ming's true form resonated with these thoughts, and his heart felt heavy.
If the power of the Ancestral Dragon Pearl is revived due to external stimuli, then it will protect its master.
If the tomb owner were to revive himself, see the two figurines, and not retreat, and even dare to continue the confrontation upon discovering the arrival of the small insects, that would be rather frightening.
This shows that the tomb owner was confident enough and had a lot of confidence.
However, upon closer examination, a being capable of obtaining the Ancestral Dragon Pearl and completely possessing it must be incredibly powerful, perhaps even ridiculously so.
Even the guild leader said, "Obtaining the Ancestral Dragon Pearl does indeed offer some hope of achieving immortality."
During the golden ages of ancient times, when the most powerful figures discussed several paths to immortality, they mentioned this bead.
Qin Ming asked, "So, are you still going over there?"
"Let's take a closer look." The president insisted on going, approaching that area.
"At this hour, who would dare approach?" Old Silkworm immediately noticed a woman with flowing silver hair, who seemed like a celestial being descending to earth, quietly descending upon the world.
As night fell, a great light shone brightly in the area. When the chairman appeared, the old silkworm's pupils widened, and he began to question the meaning of life. Another ancient figure appeared, and it was a character personally carved by the tomb owner during his lifetime.
The old silkworm's hand holding the five-colored jade book began to tremble, and its heart was filled with fear. No matter what era, the revival of the ancients was a momentous event.
In such a short time, three ancient supreme experts have arrived.
Old Silkworm's eyes were lifeless. What era was this? He couldn't understand it and found it hard to adapt.
He muttered, "They can all... appear in a group?"
The old silkworm's face was as pale as paper, and he was filled with immense fear. He said, "Three ancient people appearing together... is there any justice in this world?"
As the president approached, she looked down from high above at the broken graves and the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, her white robes fluttering as if she were dancing.
The small insects approached from one direction, causing many dragon silkworms to become agitated and creating chaos.
hum!
The Ancestral Dragon Pearl roared, its light shining even brighter.
With a flash, it snatched the five-colored jade book from the old silkworm's hand.
The old silkworm staggered, and asked in a trembling voice, "Master, have you been resurrected?"
He received no response, but saw the figure standing in front of the broken grave teleporting toward him.
Qin Ming led the two terracotta warriors to attack him, and several nearby Earth Immortals had already died, leaving only the Old Silkworm.
With a thunderous roar, the Ancestral Dragon Pearl shone brilliantly, its Dao patterns intertwining and distorting the void. The light it emitted, along with a portion of the Dragon Silkworm, the Nine-Colored Soil, and the Ice Coffin, was about to leave this place.
Undoubtedly, the arrival of the chairman triggered a reaction from the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, which no longer wished to confront him.
The arrival of a group of important figures from ancient times caused panic among the Dragon Silkworm Clan. This sentiment seemed to have been transmitted to the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, or perhaps the tomb owner himself was reviving.
Rumble!
A massive explosion, as if the sky were falling, occurred in this area.
The dragon's aura surged upwards, boundless and endless, wreaking havoc everywhere.
At a critical moment, Qin Ming was forced to "go offline." When he returned and was able to resonate with the ancestral dragon pearl, he discovered that the two terracotta warriors and the ancestral dragon pearl seemed to have collided once.
"Who started this?" A chill ran down his spine.
The president and the little bug have both retreated, and a destructive storm has formed over this area.
The old silkworm died, unable to escape this calamity.
The great tomb was dilapidated, and many dragons cried out in anguish and screams. Blood mist surged, staining the entire night sky red.
Amidst the terrifying upheaval of Daoist energy and the fierce impact of secret power, this land descended into chaos. Light poured forth, Daoist patterns expanded, and nothing else could be seen.
"horrible!"
In the dim light, Qin Ming saw that the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, carrying a portion of its remains, disappeared into the earth, transforming into a stream of light that traveled away along the earth's veins, completely leaving this region.
The president spoke up: "This person has the Ancestral Dragon Pearl in his possession and was led to migrate by the Dragon Silkworm Clan. He has always been nourished by dragon energy, so he may really be one of the beings who has the hope of reaching the final stage."
The tomb owner was extremely terrifying, earning high praise from the association president.
As the undulating Daoist rhythms gradually subsided, the endless light and interwoven Daoist patterns dissipated, and tranquility returned to the place.
The two terracotta figures lay motionless in the night sky, their bodies dim and dark.
Undoubtedly, releasing the secret treasure consumed a large amount of his immortal power, causing problems with his condition.
With a hum, the world was filled with colorful light. Whether it was dragon energy, the nine-colored soil that had exploded here, or the essence left behind by a large number of dead dragons, they all converged on the two figurines.
The two terracotta figures, like the ocean embracing all rivers, attract divine substances to replenish themselves.
Qin Ming felt heavy-hearted. He had previously thought too simply about these ancient powerhouses. Although they were all dead, they could still stir up trouble and cause great disasters in later generations.
Looking back, he thought he had taken three priceless bodies and used them for his own purposes, but now he felt that he had been somewhat shallow.
The corpses of these ancient supreme beings all conceal unknown secrets. They yearned for immortality and each left behind some extraordinary methods.
Qin Ming snapped out of his daze and immediately resonated with the message, saying, "Little worm, quickly help me snatch the dragon silkworm!"
If they don't act soon, the dragon energy, silkworm blood essence, and other resources here will all be absorbed by the two terracotta warriors.
A large number of Chilong died tragically, and some of their remains remained, shining brightly, each containing a rich spiritual essence.
Qin Ming's true form also arrived. He felt that the silkworm meat was equivalent to dragon medicine and must be harvested completely.
The two terracotta figures' bodies were no longer so dull, and they were even able to recover on their own.
Qin Ming's eyes were deep and unfathomable. Was such a supreme expert really still in a state of death?
He turned around and looked at the little insect that was helping him search for the dragon silkworm.
What he experienced today has served as a stark reminder to him.
If one were to humiliate a great figure from ancient times, or destroy his physical body, or drive him into a desperate situation, it would trigger unpredictable changes, which would be truly dangerous and terrifying.
Qin Ming felt that the ancients had a rather deep mind.
He thought carefully, had he insulted the terracotta warrior? Had he insulted the insects? And had he insulted the chairman?
The president sensed something and looked in his direction.
Qin Ming smiled and said, "President, we often sit down and discuss philosophy, and our relationship has always been close. We could be considered bosom friends, right?"
The president stood gracefully, with bright eyes and white teeth, her features exquisite. She smiled slightly and said, "My lord..."
"Hiss!" Qin Ming gasped, his heart trembling slightly. Was the title "Master" an insult to the guild leader?
(End of this chapter)