Chapter 611
The Great Barrier Could Not Stop Breaking Through
Chapter 611 The Great Barrier Could Not Stop Breaking Through
The pitch-black night was shrouded in darkness, with towering mountains stretching across the landscape and deep, ancient forests filled with the occasional roars of ferocious beasts and the cries of exotic birds, rising and falling in a chilling and eerie atmosphere.
Deep in the mountains, soft light rippled outwards like waves. The nearby vegetation was fresh and lush, and upon closer inspection, a man sat quietly in the misty light at the source.
Qin Ming is undergoing a transformation, radiating a brilliant light that not only dispels the darkness, but also causes wild grasses and vines to grow wildly due to the subtle energy emanating from him.
A person meditating alone is as if creating a small blessed land.
Deep in the mountains, scarlet vertical pupils opened, and eyes the size of basins shone with golden light. These were giant beasts from the wilderness, drawn by the rich spiritual energy.
At this moment, Qin Ming's vitality was as blazing as the rising sun, surrounded by a rich Daoist aura and exuding abundant spiritual energy, as if a rare and precious treasure had been born.
The yellow canopy slowly rotated under the night sky, its purple aura rolling in and covering the entire mountain area, instantly startling all the strange creatures into fleeing in panic.
In addition, the two majestic terracotta figures and the small insect exuding evil energy stood not far away, like two guardian deities, silently protecting the area.
Initially, Qin Ming remained calm and still, but as time went on, strange phenomena began to appear around him.
Just now, suddenly, a thousand cicadas chirped and flew up from him, their transparent wings like divine swords slicing through the night sky, accompanied by thunderous sounds.
Subsequently, visible geomagnetic lines shot out and resonated with the magnetic field of the entire mountain range. At Qin Ming's location, the force field expanded, which was extremely terrifying, and the nearby mountain walls collapsed with a roar.
Soon, Qin Ming's entire body turned golden, as if cast from a different kind of metal. Even his internal organs were filled with golden light, and his bones were interwoven with extreme Dao patterns.
Its physical body is extremely strong, comparable to many legendary creatures such as the Kunpeng and the Golden Crow.
However, even with such a powerful physique, he was able to go even further in the end. It was as if he was refining his body and merging with the Dao, returning to his original simplicity. With a light clench of his fist, he seemed to distort the void.
In an instant, the black and white behind Qin Ming transformed into a Tai Chi diagram, constantly rotating, making him appear as if he were a Dao Ancestor sitting cross-legged, resurrected from the abyss, and reborn from the ashes.
As night deepened, the roar of dragons and howls of tigers resounded from within Qin Ming's body, deafeningly loud. His numerous techniques and endless heavenly light were condensing, like refining a great elixir within his body.
On this night, he not only integrated the Heavenly Strength, but also revealed all that he had learned in the past.
At first, everything went very smoothly, but after truly integrating the Sky-Supporting Force, his Qi became slightly disordered and not so smooth.
As night deepened, the atmosphere here became increasingly terrifying and chaotic.
It's not just the Sky-Supporting Force that's the problem; other divine forces that had long been integrated into one are also gradually becoming restless. For example, the "Nine Heavens Book," also known as the "Hell Scripture," is operating on its own.
At this moment, it began to riot; it was truly a case of one thought leading to heaven, and another to hell.
Qin Ming's spiritual light was extinguished several times, and his mental field disappeared from the real world, which was both strange and terrifying.
Subsequently, the "Subduing Heart Sutra" that he had mastered was to be separated from the rest of him. In an instant, the sound of horses neighing and the roar of divine apes rang out from his body.
With a whoosh, a gleaming steed broke free from his body, riding on fiery clouds and surrounded by colorful rays of light, about to gallop away through the void.
Then, a divine ape burst out of his body, its aura soaring to the heavens, its eyes gleaming with divine light, ready to leap away and soar beyond the nine heavens.
This was Qin Ming's restless mind, a true manifestation of the high-speed operation of the six pages of the Jade Book of Subduing the Heart Sutra.
Legend has it that Cao Qianqiu might have been the heart monkey that someone else had severed.
Qin Ming had studied this true scripture for a long time, but he never tried to sever his inner monkey. He believed that was not his own path and never intended to create another self. He waited for the right time to refine it into a great elixir.
"receive!"
With a soft shout, the light of other scriptures within his body materialized, transforming into tangible chains of the mind that bound his wandering thoughts and subdued his restless heart.
He locked the two "beasts" back into the mental prison, and then activated the myriad fires formed from various scriptures to begin burning them.
Immediately, the roars and howls of his restless mind resounded from deep within his flesh and blood, shaking the mountains and forests.
In the end, the two beasts were decomposed and transformed back into pure spiritual light, allowing Qin Ming's spiritual realm to undergo a tempering process and stabilize.
The crisis is not over yet; it has only just begun.
Seven longevity sword intents burst forth from Qin Ming's body in succession. This time, he did not intercept the vitality of all things to make himself move toward the vigorous path of immortality, but instead encountered a backlash, and his physical body showed signs of decay.
He frowned. Were all these scriptures rebelling?
He realized that the problem was getting serious.
Qin Ming unleashed a thunderous roar, spitting out a beam of runic light that forcefully suppressed the backlash from the "Scripture of World Preservation".
The next instant, the Six Ding Divine Fire, the True Fire of the Sun, the Southern Bright Fire, and the Purifying Fire appeared simultaneously, not to help him burn his enemies, nor to help him refine the Dragon Tiger Elixir.
They became restless and riotous, and began to burn themselves.
"town."
Qin Ming once again uttered divine sounds, suppressing the Fourfold True Fire, and sorted out the meanings of various scriptures.
However, as soon as he pressed down one gourd, another one would rise up, leaving him exhausted from dealing with it all.
Even those doctrines that he suppressed will later rebel again.
For example, within his body, the roars of his mind and the neighing of his will echoed throughout the entire mountain range, startling many advanced alien beings into fleeing.
Qin Ming's expression changed drastically, and he said, "Hiss, is the True Form Tribulation going to occur today?"
His eyes suddenly shot out two beams of light like lightning; he had never forgotten the crisis that was destined to occur in the Fifth Realm.
Fluttering!
Within his body, a flock of golden crows flew out, illuminating the night sky and transforming the pitch-black darkness into a world of daylight.
"I've comprehended the 'Golden Crow Illuminating the Night Sutra,' and now it's causing trouble too?" Qin Ming's expression turned solemn; tonight might be a major calamity for him.
Fortunately, his rebirth had already begun. His body was burning hot, and both his physical body and spirit were undergoing transformation, radiating a rich vitality.
"The problem lies with the silk calligraphy; the hidden dangers that were indeed there have erupted tonight."
Qin Ming's general principles of governing all laws are generally sound in the first four realms. They were refined by the patriarch and further adjusted by himself using the Destiny-Changing Scripture.
However, the hidden dangers of the fifth realm's teachings have never been eliminated. Even the patriarchs had to force themselves to continue practicing, relying on their physical strength to endure until they reached the sixth realm.
Previously, Qin Ming had relied on his own talent to force himself to break through to the Grandmaster level, and he never felt anything special about it.
Tonight, his fusion with the Sky-Supporting Scripture triggered a potentially major problem.
The Qingtianjing is equivalent to a weakened version of the silk calligraphy.
It incorporates many scriptures, including some of the most important ones.
Now, Qin Ming's absorption and refinement of the Sky-Supporting Force is equivalent to igniting a powder keg, exploding out the hidden dangers that he had suppressed with his physical strength.
He felt quite heavy-hearted, wondering if he was going to crash and burn here.
"The silk manuscript has been created by those patriarchs for over nine hundred years, yet it has not been subdued by later generations. Today, you're going to fight me to the death, aren't you?"
Qin Ming was like a furnace, radiating intense heat. One moment a golden sun would rise above his head, the next a restless mind would emerge, and then his soul would plummet into hell...
During this process, his body underwent various changes, which would not have been a big deal in the past, but now they were all problems. For example, lightning inexplicably descended from the void, first striking him with five thunderbolts, and then piercing his chest with nine thunderbolts, with lightning raging and covering him.
Even the stable "Primordial Thunder Seal" began to wreak havoc like this.
Most importantly, later on, lightning seemed to explode within his internal organs; this was "internal thunder," born within his body.
Qin Ming grimaced, experiencing firsthand the pain his enemy had once felt.
However, he managed to persevere, after all, every rainy season he would deliberately attract lightning, and he didn't know how many cups of "lightning medicine" he had drunk.
With a "boom," the yin and yang energies surged within his body, illuminating half of his body in a clear black and white contrast.
"We're from the same hometown, both from Black and White Mountain, why are you causing trouble too?"
Qin Ming spat out a mouthful of blood mist, tinged with black and white energy, indicating that he was already seriously injured.
"Should I stop integrating the classics?" he pondered.
However, how could this be possible!
He had anticipated some of these situations and knew they would cause hidden dangers for the silk calligraphy. Now that the difficulties had just begun, how could he back down immediately?
To master the fifth realm of silk calligraphy, he must undergo a baptism of blood and fire.
Various scriptures arose, and dozens of halos bloomed around his body, no longer so harmonious, as if trying to break free and showing signs of each occupying its own territory.
"All laws return to one, governing all scriptures!" Qin Ming shouted.
Relying on his powerful physique and terrifying talent, he began to tough out all the laws, trying to overcome them directly.
"The initial path of cultivation was originally like this; it was all discovered step by step through trial and error by the sages of past generations," he muttered to himself, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Of course, his problem is more serious.
This is not a gradual process of trial and error, but rather a major explosion caused by the accumulation of problems to a certain extent.
The hidden dangers of the Fifth Realm are indeed terrifying, and it is extremely difficult.
In an instant, Qin Ming's body trembled, and all the laws of nature erupted, showing a tendency to get out of control.
With a hum, a black hole appeared inside his body, beginning to absorb various energies. Those who refused to submit to the control were directly cleaved and thrown into the black vortex.
"Shatter all scriptures, and all laws will be integrated."
Qin Ming's body swayed, and cracks had appeared on his skin.
"No way, does it have to explode every time?" He felt a chill run down his spine. Even with the hidden properties of the Chaos Force—the black hole—it couldn't swallow all the "traitors and rebels." Now, it seemed like the law wouldn't punish everyone.
"puff!"
Qin Ming coughed up large amounts of blood, and his condition was getting worse.
"This is... going to explode!" Suddenly, he felt a pang of fear. The meridians were in disarray, especially the Sky-Supporting Force, which was the most troublesome variable that had just been introduced.
The Sky-Supporting Scripture resembles a weakened version of the Silk Script, but its integrated meaning is entirely different. Its incorporation into the Chaotic Force indeed had extremely serious consequences.
In an instant, golden threads intertwined within Qin Ming's flesh and blood, gleaming with jade light. He used a life-saving technique to don a golden jade robe.
Even so, his body was still bleeding and had many cracks.
If it weren't for the gold thread used to sew his body back together, he would most likely have already torn apart by now.
Without a doubt, the unique characteristic of Chaos Force—immortality—is his means of survival.
"The original teachings all require constant trial and error, and blazing a trail with one's life. Although I am a latecomer, this scripture is so unique that it allowed me to truly experience the hardships and suffering of the predecessors."
Qin Ming wanted to persevere, relying on his natural talent to endure the hardships. Only by paving the way and eliminating hidden dangers could those who came after him practice this scripture more smoothly.
During Qin Ming's rebirth, some cracks in his body were healing rapidly.
However, as various scriptures arose and dragons and snakes rose from the land, huge cracks crisscrossed his flesh and blood again, and he could no longer control them.
"There's no other way, we really have to blow it up."
Qin Ming was helpless, but he refused to give up easily. With a clear mind, he closely observed the many subtle changes within his own flesh and blood and recorded the problem.
And so he persevered until the middle of the night, until finally, with a deafening roar, blood rained down, and severed limbs flew in all directions, making the scene utterly tragic.
"Even more domineering than the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, it... renders a person annihilated?" Huang Luo, with his umbrella, spoke.
Qin Ming's right foot smashed through a towering ancient tree and became embedded in a black and gold boulder, while his arm dangled from a thousand-year-old vine on the stone wall.
His head flew diagonally into the sky, nearly being snatched away by a huge night bird.
The yellow parasol followed, startling the ferocious bird away. It said, "Should I find someone else to follow? The guild leader would be good enough."
Qin Ming opened his eyes in anger and said, "Little Huang, are you born rebellious too?!"
A seductive figure appeared on the umbrella and said, "No, that's not true. I was just worried that you would be discouraged and lose your will to fight back. I wanted to help you wake up and get back on your feet."
Qin Ming's head slowly descended towards the mountainous area.
He looked closely and found it to be a truly horrific sight, with various pieces of "flesh and blood" scattered about, hanging from the southeast branches.
The figure on the umbrella looked around and said, "Hurry up and 'rebuild the landscape,' or you'll be sitting at the same table as Lord Pei."
Qin Ming wanted to hit Xiao Huang, but he didn't expect it to be so good at "making trouble," still teasing him even at a time like this.
Xiao Huang said, "Hanging on the highest peak is a good omen, indicating a bright future."
Qin Ming's face immediately darkened. In fact, his face was covered in cracks, and his entire head was almost torn to pieces, a truly gruesome sight.
He used his sticky power to move through this area, piecing together his body. Even the blood he spat out began to flow backward, not a single drop was spilled.
His body was covered in cracks and he was in excruciating pain. These injuries were not only physical, but also to his spirit, which was riddled with holes.
"Won't my freshman year be abruptly interrupted by the sudden explosion?" Qin Ming frowned.
He carefully sensed that the faint traces of new life were still there, but the pace had slowed down.
"It's alright, I'll replenish myself a bit more." He sat there cross-legged, silently regulating his breathing.
The two figurines and the little insects moved, roasting the dragon silkworms in the mountains and forests, and a fragrant aroma immediately filled the air.
"It's awful, the pain is excruciating." Qin Ming sighed. Anyone else might have died tonight, and even with his exceptional talent, he almost couldn't withstand it.
He muttered to himself, "Once I've traversed this path and revised the silk calligraphy to be flawless, Wenrui and the others will be able to cultivate without any hidden dangers."
Soon after, the golden-brown, glistening dragon silkworm skewers appeared in Qin Ming's hands. He devoured them with gusto, his mouth brimming with divine light.
His body became hot again, and the regeneration that had slowed down due to his body bursting open accelerated again.
At the same time, he was practicing the Destiny-Changing Sutra, correcting the problematic practice routes from before and adjusting them to a method more suitable for him.
"Is my body about to explode again?!"
However, the subsequent disintegration only involved parts of the body breaking apart, rather than the entire body exploding.
Of course, this kind of partial disintegration can sometimes involve half of the body.
"This... is fucking difficult!"
Qin Ming had never been in such pain as he was today. The rebirth process lasted for three days and three nights, and it was still not over.
He constantly modified the silk calligraphy, correcting the energy flow path to suit himself, occasionally causing a sudden burst that interrupted the regeneration process, requiring him to start over.
On several occasions, the newly kindled flames were almost completely extinguished and nearly could not be reignited.
"Hiss, there were three times when I was not far from death!"
Qin Ming sorted through the various scriptures, and the most crucial variable—the Sky-Supporting Force—was fully incorporated into his work. It wasn't very well-behaved and was still being tamed.
"It's fierce, domineering, and represents the limit of power. It's indeed quite terrifying. The key is that it suits me well and is a perfect fit for the new system!" Qin Ming was in pain, but he was also full of anticipation.
"Even at this point, they're still exploding?" Qin Ming sighed, his left foot breaking off and flying out, embedding itself in the rocky cliff in front of him, blood blooming everywhere.
On the fourth day, the restless meridians within his body, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, gradually converged, were tamed, and merged into one.
However, at this moment, after the Sky-Supporting Force was integrated, the true form behind him also changed, leading to a new crisis. The true form had no fixed form and was about to tear him apart.
Behind it, the true form of the Sky-Supporting One emerged, a pair of golden hands, incredibly violent, as if to open up the night sky and recreate the world.
Long ago, Qin Ming had already been practicing the Sky-Supporting Force, and a pair of enormous hands had appeared behind him, but they were only similar in form and not in spirit.
Now these golden hands are even more terrifying, so lifelike, representing the limit of power within the same realm.
Because of its intrusion, the other true forms also became agitated, such as Thousand Cicadas, Sun Wheel, Taiyin, Starry Sky, and Endless Sword Light, all of which became chaotic.
Soon after, Qin Ming was torn apart by his many true forms.
"It happened again."
He lamented that problematic scriptures were indeed dangerous.
He reorganized the situation until both the chaotic energy and the true form were completely subdued and stabilized, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"It actually lasted for five days and five nights!" Qin Ming exhaled a breath of turbid air. He had never experienced such a long transformation before, and he almost suffocated in his cocoon like a silkworm transforming into a butterfly.
"It's alright, but it hasn't reached the ideal state we anticipated." He examined himself and reflected on his own actions.
For example, the true form of the Sky-Supporting True Form only has a pair of large hands. In Qin Ming's vision, arms will eventually materialize, until they intertwine to form a complete body.
Clearly, this requires a step-by-step approach and cannot be accomplished overnight.
He even estimated that he could not fulfill this ambition in the Fifth Realm.
"I've reached the second level of the Grandmaster realm." Qin Ming stood up, not as joyful as he had imagined, because even this small step upwards had been so difficult.
He pondered whether the miraculous medicine, the Dragon Silkworm, was still effective for him and whether he could continue to break through the barrier.
He quickly rejected the idea, saying he needed to let things settle down.
The reason he faced such a difficult time this time, with his rebirth process almost interrupted, was not only due to the hidden dangers of the silk calligraphy and the tribulation of true form, but also possibly due to the influence of the Great Realm Barrier.
Qin Ming has only recently broken through the major barrier and become a Grandmaster; he still needs more time to accumulate experience.
Even in those supreme training grounds, after a peerless genius breaks through the Grandmaster level, they need to settle down for a long time and restrain themselves. It is impossible for them to continue to make rapid progress in the same year.
"Take it easy." After being taught a harsh lesson by reality, Qin Ming really didn't want to be too radical, otherwise this time he might not just hang himself, but could be buried in a foreign land.
"Yes, one should be content!" He relaxed.
When you think about how he went through five days and five nights of life-or-death ordeal and successfully broke through, it's equivalent to six or seven years of arduous cultivation in his normal state.
In an instant, Qin Ming was satisfied!
A yellow parasol spun above his head and asked, "Are you alright?"
"What could possibly happen to me?" Qin Ming stood up, stretched his limbs, and then gasped. Had this transformation damaged his very essence?
The figure on the umbrella swayed and said, "It's good that you're alright. I used a memory crystal to save the whole process for you to review."
Qin Ming strongly suspected that Xiao Huang intentionally recorded his tragic experiences. As for the recap, was it really necessary to look at the memory crystal? He wouldn't forget any detail of his own real experiences.
He looked at the two terracotta warriors and the little insect; the two of them were motionless. It was easier to deal with dead people like this.
However, when Qin Ming looked at them, he felt that Xiao Huang was much more reliable.
"Could it be that the physical instincts of the two terracotta warriors and the little insect have recorded everything in its entirety? Will they still remember it after they revive? How about it, I'm stronger than you were back then, aren't I?"
Soon, Qin Ming was exhausted. He said goodbye to Huang Luogai San and lay down in the forest, where he fell into a deep sleep.
At the same time, golden threads pierced through his flesh and blood, and jade light flowed, as if applying medicine, fully arming him from head to toe.
"A technique for the dead..." Huang Luogaisan said quietly.
The two terracotta figures and the little insect remained motionless as they faced Qin Ming.
Qin Ming slept for four days and four nights. While he was in a deep slumber, he transformed this mountain area into a small blessed land teeming with life. With his breath, the plants glowed, and the ancient vines turned into spirit vines.
"Huh, you're full of energy. Have your torn soul and some fundamental injuries been completely healed?"
Qin Ming got up, stretched, and felt better than ever before, as if he had inexhaustible energy. He was now full of vigor and vitality.
"I've integrated the Sky-Supporting Force, and I feel like I'm about to ascend to the heavens, wanting to carve a huge hole in the sky?" Clearly, this was an overly powerful illusion he experienced after his breakthrough.
After his body was rejuvenated, he was in such great shape that he became too relaxed.
Qin Ming even felt that if Cao Qianqiu were to pass by, he would have the urge to go up and slap Cao twice.
Looking down at the figure beneath the yellow canopy in the night sky, Huang Luo murmured to himself, "The Night Mist World is vast and boundless, extremely dangerous. Its innermost region is mysterious and endless, and no one has ever set foot there. I once took human form, but I fell along the way. Qin Ming... is an anomaly. How far will he ultimately go?"
After Qin Ming regained consciousness, he learned that he had been unconscious for four days and four nights, and he quickly released the commander.
She was unharmed, enveloped in a gentle glow, and unaffected.
The president was not surprised when he saw him break through; he remained quite calm.
Qin Ming realized that the president's calm demeanor indicated that he was quite confident and had a strong foundation.
"So it seems that if her spirit were to return and she were to fight someone of the same realm, she wouldn't be afraid of me?" Qin Ming pondered silently.
Even so, he felt he still needed to work hard to improve himself and continue to absorb the true essence of knowledge!
The True Form of the Great Sun Tathagata, the True Form of Jade Purity... the Myriad Apertures Illumination Technique—Qin Ming still has a path to follow. The future is bright, and if he can reach the end, he is destined for great glory.
In the Bodhisattva's sacred site, Qin Ming stood quietly, gazing at the black lotus.
"It's been so long, perhaps we can use some special methods to help Xiang Yiwu and Xiao Wu get through the cycle of reincarnation." Not long after, Qin Ming turned his head and looked southwest, which was the general direction of the location of the Tushita Palace.
(End of this chapter)