Chapter 176 The Ancestor Was Very “Exhausting”

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the moonlight, like a thin wisp of white smoke clinging to the woods, seemed to sway in the wind.

Qin Ming revived, his consciousness burning like fire, his will to survive intense! He knew he was still in danger; the silk scroll had been extinguished once after it started operating on its own, but now it was faintly glowing again.

However, this already surprised him greatly, as it actually allowed him to wake up from the brink of death.

Not long ago, he truly experienced the feeling of death; his consciousness seemed to fall into the underworld and sink into endless darkness.

At that time, the soil was filled with flesh and blood, lifeless and dark as an abyss.

At the last moment, the golden jade burial suit clung to his body, piercing through the black mist and giving him the strength to break free.

Qin Ming examined his internal organs and found that there were still many terrible cracks all over his body, but they were slowly healing. He also regained his heart and breath and was no longer a living dead man.

At this moment, he was fully conscious and could clearly see the golden threads and jade-like light within his flesh and blood, which were mending and applying medicine to save his collapsing body.

“Silk calligraphy is my fundamental method!” Qin Ming whispered.

This is the technique he has practiced the longest, starting from childhood, for more than ten years. It’s more natural than breathing; it has become an instinct.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have operated on its own just now. It constantly combs its entire body, blending seamlessly with its flesh and blood, becoming the most compatible with him.

As his body was dying, the silk calligraphy, driven by flesh and blood instinct, attempted to save him, reviving him.

Qin Ming wondered if something similar had happened when Li Qingxu shattered his skull back then, ultimately bringing him back to life.

He felt itchy all over, as if tiny granulation tissue was growing. His internal organs felt tingly and numb, and at the same time, he felt pain. His body was regaining sensation.

Those malfunctioning organs and viscera began to function again, albeit with very slight fluctuations, and various functions were only slowly recovering.

“What’s wrong?” Qin Ming had a keen intuition. Although he had recovered and his body showed signs of improvement, why did he still feel something was off? This kind of extraordinary premonition, which flashed by in a flash, was elusive, like lightning streaking across the night sky, impossible to find, yet it made people alert.

Is his condition related to his health? Is it possible for him to be reborn this time? It’s probably very difficult.

After his seventh rebirth, his body had not yet “recovered,” and he was in a very bad state due to the illness; it was a miracle he was even alive.

However, when the old woman at the Spirit Realm fell, she was clutching a five-colored treasure bottle in her hand, which contained a rich Heavenly Light Liquid, enough to give her a new lease on life.

She also landed in this area; if she searches carefully, she should be able to find its remains.

“If it’s not a problem with the new students, where does that unease come from?” Qin Ming looked up at the silver disc in the night sky, brilliant and clear, like a magic lamp surrounded by a light night mist, with moonlight as clear as water beneath it.

There must be something wrong with it; he didn’t believe it was the legendary round.

Then, to his astonishment, he discovered that in the night sky, near the bright moon, there seemed to be a celestial light streaking across the sky, circling the moon, and then quickly dissipating.

“What’s up there?” He stared at the spot, his expression extremely solemn.

Then he shook his head again, thinking that he should focus on getting fully recovered first, and not worry about anything else right now.

Qin Ming discovered that the silk calligraphy was moving with considerable difficulty; this primal instinct was somewhat sluggish, and the gold threads and jade-like brilliance were not as dazzling as before. It could only be said that he was seriously injured.

The good sign is that he is indeed recovering; the wounds in his internal organs are healing. If this continues, his body, which is like a piece of broken porcelain pieced together, will eventually become as smooth as new.

As his body recovered, his injuries healed, and his bodily functions were restored, Qin Ming felt an endless fatigue and he was about to fall into a deep sleep.

But he was quite relieved. This time, he was not going to sink into the abyss of death, but rather to truly hibernate. When he woke up, he would probably be as energetic as ever.

In his final moments before losing consciousness, he was still thinking about the silk calligraphy. It was truly extraordinary, saving his life time and time again. In fact, to be precise, he was saving himself.

All other techniques are static; only he mastered this one and made it an instinct, a part of his being. Pursuing the path of silk calligraphy is incredibly difficult; it took him over a decade to truly master it.

It should be noted that even the “Destiny-Changing Classic,” which is said to have stumped many “celebrities,” did not stop him, and he quickly mastered it.

According to records, silk calligraphy requires the guidance of the previous generation, who use their own cultivated “heavenly light energy” to “lead” and help later generations “pave the way” so that the initial cycle of techniques can be formed and successfully implemented.

Otherwise, there’s no chance at all; newcomers won’t be able to train.

However, the founders of the Dharma, who were suspected to be of the same level as the Six Emperors, Tathagata, and Yuqing, all died, were crippled, or disappeared. Not to mention the fate of their disciples and followers.

The infamous reputation of this scripture spread like wildfire, and its path was naturally cut off as a result.

Everyone knows it’s powerful and terrifying, but it can only be studied and used as a reference. If you really want to go down this path, you need tremendous courage and determination.

After all, it was very “exhausting” for the ancestor! Qin Ming was purely “hard-working” and relied on himself to get on the road! While he was in a daze, changes occurred in his body. Streams of light kept rising and blooming in his flesh and blood, like the light of heaven from another world breaking through the night fog and falling to all parts of the earth.

The lines of the silk calligraphy have become somewhat dim.

However, his health did not deteriorate and he continued to recover.

His flesh and blood began to grow back, his internal organs regained their vitality, and his heart began to beat strongly; his breathing also became more stable.

As time passed, various colorful mists and radiant light emanated from Qin Ming’s body, truly resembling shooting stars constantly streaking across the sky and piercing the darkness.

His body resonated and hummed, with different areas releasing different brilliant lights, each taking its own place.

It was precisely because of this that Qin Ming fell into a deep sleep, never to rise again, as if sealed within his subconscious. The jade burial suit remained, but it was barely holding on.

Qin Ming’s body was now filled with different colored light flowing in different areas, and his flesh and blood seemed to be divided into different territories, somewhat isolated from each other.

Therefore, his perception was cut off and became very disordered.

Even if an earthquake were to occur right now, he would be unlikely to wake up immediately.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when Qin Ming regained consciousness. When he opened his eyes, his hair stood on end, because he saw a kind old woman.

On that piece of “land” in the sky, he encountered the old woman from the Cui family and almost died from her body exploding. Now, having just regained consciousness, he was startled to see a smiling old lady.

The candlelight flickered. The room was small, and the old tables and chairs had a slightly gleaming sheen from being wiped clean over time. He was lying on a bed with peeling paint.

“Child, you’re awake. It’s time to take your medicine,” the old woman with a full head of silver hair said with a smile.

Qin Ming sat up instantly, feeling that his physical condition was good, without any pain, and his vitality was very strong, no worse than before.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief, and he quickly asked, “Hello, sir, where is this…?” A young man heard the voice and walked into the room. He was sturdy and strong, with a full beard and bright eyes.

“Did Yaozu carry this back?” the old lady asked with a smile. “Thank you, brother.”

Qin Ming stood up, feeling fine. “I’m only sixteen, probably not even as old as you.”

The bearded boy spoke, and judging from his voice, he certainly didn’t sound like an adult man.

“Thank you…brother.”

Qin Ming hadn’t expected him to look so mature, probably because he didn’t shave, which covered his youthful face.

The old lady said with a smile, “Don’t rush to get out of bed. When Yaozu found you, you had a layer of blood scabs on your body and you weren’t in very good condition.”

Young Wu Yaozu brought him a bowl of soup with chicken pieces and mushrooms, emitting a rich aroma. Qin Ming thanked him repeatedly; he was indeed hungry and quickly finished it.

He wasn’t worried about any problems; if others wanted to harm him, how could he possibly wake up?

However, the next moment, he sensed something was wrong. The room was filled with ethereal energy and divine light, and the old woman was like an ancient statue, very old-fashioned, radiating an unfathomable light that was so intense that it was hard to open one’s eyes.

This sight is terrifying! Qin Ming looked at the boy again. He was also extraordinary. He was extremely strong for his age. There was a “rainbow light” emanating from his body. His body was like a box, just to hold this light.

Then he discovered that the “humble room” had also changed, becoming dazzling, with carved beams and painted rafters, and was exceptionally magnificent.

The old tables and chairs, polished year-round, began to gleam with a five-colored divine glow, and even the bed he lay on was steaming with purple mist. This place was magnificent and resplendent, a veritable palace of jade and gold; the scenery before his eyes was completely different.

Qin Ming was dumbfounded. What was going on? Through the door, he saw an old hen in the yard flapping its wings, and it was even raising its head.

He pinched his face hard and shook his head vigorously to clear his head; otherwise, he felt it was all too unreal and absurd.

Suddenly, he discovered that his body was also radiating light, with various colorful divine rays distributed throughout his body, which was not normal.

“It’s alright, don’t be nervous. After drinking the medicinal soup, you’ll experience slight hallucinations, but it will be fine in a while,” the mature-looking young man, Wu Yaozu, comforted him.

Was this a hallucination? Qin Ming was very uneasy, and then he felt his eyelids wouldn’t lift. He had just woken up when, under the influence of the medicinal soup, he became drowsy and fell back into sleep.

In his hazy state, Qin Ming felt as if he were having many strange dreams, vaguely hearing people talking and seeing many bizarre and wonderful sights.

In a daze, he saw the old woman walking unsteadily out of the yard, as if she were talking to herself: “The last time I saw someone like this was the last time, when it exploded with a bang at the end. There are still people who dare to practice. They are really brave.”

Then, Qin Ming dreamed of his grandfather, followed by the people of Shuangshu Village and Meng Xinghai, among others.

In his dream, he saw Li Qingyue and the scenery around her, and he seemed to hear other people talking: “Grandpa, I want something close to the immortals.”

As he was about to wake up, he saw the old woman’s body outside the courtyard burned to ashes, and then the entire town became a sea of ​​fire, with ruins everywhere.

Finally, Qin Ming woke up. He was covered in sweat, but felt very comfortable. His whole body felt relaxed and his vitality was very strong.

He got up and went outside. There were some vegetables growing in the yard, and an old hen was wandering around.

He stepped out of the courtyard. Outside, a fire spring was bubbling and flowing, while the surrounding area was desolate, filled with rubble and ashes—just like in his dream! Amidst the ruins, only a dilapidated little courtyard remained behind him.

In the distance, there is a large woodland with a fiery lake, bathed in moonlight, creating an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

Qin Ming was extremely uneasy. Had he really fallen from the sky into the abyss? If so, how could he possibly survive? The so-called abyss was a place that even those senior masters with profound skills dared not easily set foot in, because it was truly deadly! Take Cao Ganqiu for example, so domineering and powerful. When a senior master who was seriously injured and on the verge of death invited him to go and explore the abyss together, he simply closed the door and ignored him.

The entire area was a desolate wasteland, devoid of any human presence. The young man, Wu Yaozu, and the old woman seemed to have never existed.

But the courtyard felt so real, and right behind him, an old hen was clucking.

However, in such desolate ruins, the presence of only a small courtyard was clearly abnormal! He turned and stared back, wondering if the courtyard would disappear if he walked out of there and headed further away. Then, Qin Ming began to focus on himself. The cracks on his body had disappeared, and his internal organs had been completely healed! This overjoyed him. So fast? His body was completely healed; he had truly come back from the dead.

“Perhaps I’ve been unconscious for a long time?” he wondered.

A moment later, Qin Ming discovered something that made him lose his composure, and his heart was shaken.

Within his body, various lights flowed, each occupying a region. Could it be that what he saw in his dream was not an illusion or hallucination? He finally realized what was wrong with him; he hadn’t expected this day to come so soon.

Qin Ming frowned deeply. Was this his final fate? However, he quickly smiled again, his brows relaxing. He thought it was a good thing; arriving early and being discovered was better than anything else, solving the problem at its root!

(There’s more to come!)