Chapter 175 Rebirth: I Am a Butterfly

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, casting its pure light across the mountains and filling the ravines, turning the entire forest into a pale silvery-white.

Qin Ming was lost in thought. Was he hallucinating as he faced death?

This is definitely not a floating moon worm; it’s far more radiant than the strange worm in Black and White Mountain.

The night fog was thick, but not too heavy. The moonlight, like water, poured down, making it seem as if a thin layer of smoke was rising in the mountains and fields, creating a simple and hazy beauty.

“I’m already dead, why would I be in the mood to appreciate the scenery?” Qin Ming forced himself to get up and loosened his umbrella, but he still couldn’t help wanting to take a closer look at the world around him.

For people living in a dark world, seeing the moon is a truly rare and wonderful thing!

He leaned against an old tree, and the excruciating pain in his body suddenly subsided, replaced by numbness. This was not a good sign; it meant his life might be nearing its end.

This is a mountainous area bathed in moonlight, with towering trees, wisteria buds with purple blossoms, and small trees bearing red fruit. The melodious chirping of insects nearby only adds to the tranquility.

“In my current state, I might eventually be eaten by wild beasts. Will I end up being buried in my own stomach?” Qin Ming muttered to himself. At the same time, he felt that he couldn’t even speak properly anymore, and his body was becoming increasingly unresponsive.

He examined himself closely and found that his internal organs had completely stopped working, were full of cracks, had no heartbeat, and were not breathing. He was now a living dead.

However, Qin Ming did not want to sit idly by and wait for his death.

“I have many unfulfilled wishes, I cannot die like this. Cao Qianqiu is such a scoundrel, hated by men, gods, and ghosts alike, yet he grows more and more energetic with each passing year. I am so young, no less so than any of the patriarchs in my youth, I cannot die young!”

He encouraged himself, activated the Destiny-Changing Scripture, and practiced the Jade Flower Strength. He tried every kind of exercise that could nourish his body.

“I want to pave the way for newcomers; their lives are so difficult. But… that seems too grand a statement. I, a mere newcomer, am not worthy of such praise. Hmm, I still have a bunch of opponents waiting for me to crush. Let me change my wish. I haven’t found my grandfather yet. Back then, it was just the two of us, relying on each other for survival. We were so lonely. I want to get married and have children so he can experience the happiness of being a great-grandfather. Oh, and I’ve even seen the moon; I want to see the sun too!”

Qin Ming’s will to survive was at its peak; he didn’t want to die, so he desperately set various goals for himself!

In the end, he tried all the secret techniques except for the domineering Purple Mansion Thunderfire, which he dared not use.

One of them is actually quite useful, and that is the most gentle and nourishing to the spirit, the “Yi Mu Jing” (乙木经). Perhaps the environment here is very suitable for it.

The surrounding area is lush and green, with trees everywhere, and the whole mountain is full of vitality.

In a short while, Qin Ming was overwhelmed by the rich aura of Yi Wood. The fragrance of wildflowers, the scent of grass and leaves, and the smell of earth flowed and rippled around him, creating a refreshing and vibrant atmosphere.

However, it only had some effect initially.

Later, no matter how hard he tried, his physical condition still deteriorated to a terrible state.

At this moment, his heart, lungs, kidneys, and other organs completely stopped functioning; not even the slightest fluctuation remained. His internal organs had all fallen silent.

Was this physical death? Qin Ming was somewhat frustrated. In the end, he couldn’t escape this calamity. He had really tried everything he could, but there was no other way.

Although he was neither a disciple of the Immortal Path nor a divine being of the Esoteric Sect, he was an outstanding individual on the path of ordinary people, yet he still could not change his fate.

Under the moonlight, Qin Ming leaned against an old tree, sighing helplessly, his once sharp edge now gone.

He saw the bright red wild fruits on the trees not far away and realized that he hadn’t eaten for a long time. However, thinking that his stomach was torn and had stopped functioning, he looked away.

He was not afraid of death, but he had regrets about his life. Gradually, he calmed down and quietly watched the scenery around him.

Beside it was a lake, where occasionally a five-colored carp would leap up, breaking through the mirror-like surface of the lake, shattering the moon’s reflection, and creating shimmering waves. Wisps of lake mist blended with the moonlight, making it appear ethereal, mysterious, and somewhat elegant and otherworldly.

“The scenery here is not bad for burying one’s bones.” Even so, he seemed a little lonely.

A thin wisp of white smoke swirled in the forest. Qin Ming looked up at the night sky. Was that the real moon? “Could I have fallen into the divine kingdom of some being?” Qin Ming wondered.

In the foggy world, there are many experts, and the seniors are all incredibly powerful. Some of the pioneers may even still be alive. If the moon is shining brightly, how could they be kept in the dark?

He quickly dismissed his doubts; this definitely wasn’t the realm of the god-like creatures deep within the mysterious black mist. Because, as far as he knew, his physical body shouldn’t be able to enter such a place.

Qin Ming examined his body again and found that although his pieced-together body was completely out of commission, it was not necrotic, which was beyond his expectations.

He examined it carefully, scrutinizing every inch of flesh and blood. He concluded that the main reason the body was still alive was its incredibly robust foundation; even after being torn into many pieces, it still possessed a strong vitality.

In addition, the purple mist, golden glow, and silver light he collected from that “land” in the clouds also played a certain role, nourishing his flesh and internal organs, like a secret medicine entering the body.

Moreover, the fact that he had just mobilized the wood energy of the entire forest had also helped to “preserve” the flesh and blood to some extent.

But none of these are long-term solutions. As time goes by, even his deepest foundation will not be able to withstand it. It is useless for him to be stronger than the ancestors of the same age in previous generations. In the end, he will run out of energy.

“Perhaps, only a new life can save my life and allow my flesh and blood to regain their vitality!” Qin Ming stared at the dreamlike blue liquid that he had held in place and bound to his body with his adhesive force.

However, his physical problems are extremely serious, and he is unlikely to recover.

Moreover, if one is not in peak condition, taking mineral supplements might actually harm one’s health. “When you’re about to die, you can’t care about anything else!” Qin Ming was determined to succeed.

He had no way out but to move forward!

In an instant, he activated his Heavenly Light Force, sending all the blue liquid into his flesh and blood.

He is now unable to absorb nutrients orally.

His body was no longer very responsive, but fortunately, his Heavenly Light Force was special, incorporating divine wisdom and spiritual light, so he could still use it.

Strands of blue mist flowed through Qin Ming’s entire body, including his torn heart, lungs, and kidneys.

“For ordinary people, the path is about physical mutation, moving forward step by step. The pioneers who paved the way all survived by consuming special herbs while fighting giant beasts and on the verge of death. They made their way forward step by step with bloody footprints, and I can do it too!”

He remained steadfast in his beliefs and encouraged himself.

In an instant, his Heavenly Light Energy flowed throughout his body.

If he fails today, he will die here.

Sure enough, if one is not in optimal condition, taking mineral supplements can cause significant harm to one’s body; Qin Ming even bled from all seven orifices.

He had no blood left to bleed, but now, after his entire body was “invaded” by the dreamlike blue liquid, he trembled slightly, trying to mobilize his own potential for rebirth.

This led to very serious consequences; his body, which was already pieced together like a piece of porcelain full of cracks, was now almost about to shatter again.

If things go wrong, this place could turn into a scene of blood and gore.

Clearly, he was different from the pioneers who paved the way; in the eyes of others, his body was already dead and could not be reborn.

What other method can he use to prolong his life?

At the critical moment of life and death, Qin Ming managed to keep his physical body intact and endure the violent changes brought about by consuming minerals. He then chose to change his fate.

This scripture comes from the depths of the world of night fog, and is quite mysterious. People outside the secular world are trying to understand it.

Now, he begins to circulate this scripture.

The Destiny-Changing Scripture is incredibly powerful, allowing the Heavenly Light Force, Divine Wisdom, and Spiritual Light to operate simultaneously.

At this moment, the three forces merged into one, flowing like a golden river through his broken flesh and blood.

Qin Ming was covered in cracks and in extremely bad condition, as if shrouded in black mist. Not to mention different parts of his body, even the inside of his heart, kidneys and other organs were cut and divided into multiple areas by cracks.

As he circulated the Destiny-Changing Scripture and traveled along the mysterious network, golden rivers flowed across the desolate, fractured land shrouded in night mist, gradually dispelling the darkness.

It was like pioneering a new land, with golden rivers spreading and irrigating the land in the black mist, waiting for the earth to come back to life. The light of heaven, divine wisdom, and the light of the soul merged, like a seed of yang being buried in the yin soil of flesh and blood.

Qin Ming was filled with hope, waiting for the blood and flesh soil thick with fog to shine again and dispel all the deathly aura.

However, in the end, all the golden rivers flowed deep into the “Yin Earth,” dried up, and completely dried up. His spirit and consciousness also sank into the flesh and soil everywhere, but his body still could not be reborn.

At this moment, Qin Ming’s consciousness sank. He was bewildered. He couldn’t break free in the black mist. Was he going to die along with his physical body?

Was all his effort in vain? A sense of helplessness and powerlessness welled up in his heart, and his hazy consciousness let out a sigh. Even the Fate-Changing Scripture could not change his fate.

“In this era, all methods flourish and all paths advance together. Great pioneering and opening up are about to begin. In the depths of the vast and boundless world of night mist, there are endless mysteries. Those near-immortal seeds and divine seeds may have the opportunity to become gods and ancestors. I don’t want to miss out, I’m not willing to give up. I want to pave the way for ordinary people and for new life!”

With Qin Ming’s last sigh, he fell silent. The Fate-Changing Scripture ceased its operation, and the golden rivers that had seeped into the flesh and blood of the black mist never reappeared. He also completely lost consciousness.

His body was silent, filled with a deathly stillness.

Anyone who comes here and sees him in this state can be certain that he has lost his life; his flesh and spirit have both fallen silent, and he is truly dead.

A rainbow streaked across the night sky above the bright moon, but it couldn’t go far. It circled the moon and then quickly disappeared, leaving the night sky desolate.

On the ground, Qin Ming lay motionless, black mist churning within his flesh and soil. The “Yang Seed” planted by the Fate-Changing Scripture was powerless to take root and sprout.

Now, they are guided by another scripture, emerging on their own, and golden rivers return to the surface, crisscrossing in the black mist.

Soon after, golden threads appeared in Qin Ming’s body, crisscrossing and mending his tattered body. Silver light emanated from his body, spreading between his torn flesh and inside his shattered internal organs.

Finally, after he was completely cornered, the silk calligraphy started working!

At this moment, golden needles were inserted into Qin Ming’s body, as if he had been stitched up a thousand or ten thousand times. The silver light transformed into jade light, and the medicine was reapplied, wafting a faint medicinal fragrance.

At this moment, only after the silver light completely transformed into jade color could it truly be considered a jade burial suit. Even with this extraordinary sight, Qin Ming remained silent; his condition was at its worst!

As you can see, his whole body was like a cocoon, because the gold and jade burial suit had dimmed and remained completely still after being bound to his body.

It’s unclear how much time passed before Qin Ming’s consciousness partially revived, illuminating part of his body, before bursting out of the cocoon of flesh and blood.

He was confused. Who was he? Where was he?

Then, he looked down and saw a body covered in blood scabs, lifeless, as if trapped in a cocoon. At that moment, he saw several butterflies dancing in the forest under the moonlight.

His spirit followed suit, dancing like a butterfly, and went with the past.

“No, I am not them, who am I?” He stopped again and flew back to his body.

“I’ve been reborn as a butterfly? No, I am Qin Ming, I cannot die!” Scattered fragments of memories appeared. Although he only had partial consciousness, he still remembered many things.

This was only a part of his consciousness, but he knew that as soon as he left his physical body and went far away, his flesh and blood and the dormant main consciousness within it would die completely.

In an instant, he returned to his physical body.

This fragment of consciousness, incorporating divine wisdom and celestial energy, was not fragile. It exerted all its strength to vibrate and burn, trying to awaken the main consciousness.

Gradually, the long-dormant main consciousness began to glow, radiating a faint light, and the jade burial suit regained its luster.

“I want to wake up! I am not a butterfly, I am the Patriarch of the Path!” Qin Ming’s fragment of consciousness roared, stirring up ripples in his main consciousness, and then turned into flames, burning fiercely until the entire main consciousness became brilliant, and he fully woke up.

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