Chapter 177 The Fourth Desolate Ground

Bathed in the soft moonlight, amidst the broken walls and ruins, the faint chirping of insects added to the desolate and serene atmosphere.

Standing amidst the rubble, Qin Ming gazed at the distant mountains and forests. His worry vanished, replaced by a radiant smile. His body had fully recovered, and his vitality was extraordinary. He no longer resembled a pieced-together “porcelain.”

But he didn’t know until he felt it. After a careful investigation, Qin Ming was shocked to find an extremely serious problem in another area!

All the Heavenly Light Forces separated, each “occupying” a place, making his body colorful all over.

In the past, he practiced various kinds of Heavenly Light Force, but they were all eventually unified and mastered by the Silk Calligraphy. Now, they have all rebelled and “occupied their own territories and become heroes”!

Lu Zizai had warned him long ago and even passed on to him the World Flame for refining his true skills. Qin Ming never expected this day to come so soon!

Logically speaking, if there’s a real problem, it should only erupt later in the story. In the past, a highly accomplished senior figure experienced such a dramatic explosion!

The reason Qin Ming ran into trouble was that, at his age, he had managed to master five extraordinary skills and more than thirty kinds of Heavenly Light Force, with twenty-seven of them reaching a high level of proficiency.

There is a second, and most important, reason: this time he was on the verge of death, you could even say he was on the verge of death, his physical body collapsed, and he could no longer suppress the various kinds of Heavenly Light Force.

The meaning of the silk manuscript has become one with him, becoming part of his flesh and blood instincts. He usually controls all the laws, but his body is full of cracks and his internal organs are broken. How can he command all the laws now?

Therefore, when the golden jade burial suit appeared to heal his wounds and mend his tattered body, the Heavenly Light Force formed by the various techniques detached itself.

His current situation is extremely dangerous. If he were to use the Heavenly Light Force, he might explode if he is not careful!

“The fiery energy is entangled in my heart, no wonder it shines like a crimson sun.” Qin Ming muttered to himself. At first, he thought it was due to his vigorous vitality.

With each breath, golden light surged in his lungs, which was actually the Golden Silkworm Energy rising and falling with him.

Not long ago, Qin Ming was quite pleased with himself for this, but now his face is filled with solemnity. The River Force is entangled in his kidneys, and it’s about to explode suddenly, with unimaginable consequences!

Qin Ming looked inward and saw a colorful cloud, with various celestial forces resembling warlords who had carved out their own territories.

“You’ve rebelled!” He was furious, but his expression changed slightly, and he quickly suppressed his anger because his liver was entangled with the Yi Wood energy.

It can indeed nourish the body, but if he gets angry, the combination of the Wood element and the Fire element might cause him to instantly unleash a bloody firecracker.

He calmed himself down, refrained from anger, and avoided rashly using his Heavenly Light Force. He had to resolve this extremely serious problem immediately.

According to accounts related to He Bo’s calligraphy, his condition seems to have reached the point of being “terminally ill”! Because his true skill has dissipated!

Once you reach this point, it’s very difficult to salvage the situation; you have to rely entirely on yourself to weather the storm.

Qin Ming returned to the courtyard and sat on a large blue stone. He no longer cared about the kind old lady or the mature-looking young man, Wu Yaozu.

Amidst the ruins, the only remaining courtyard, though small and dilapidated, offered a sense of peace. An old hen strolled leisurely outside the gate.

In the vegetable garden, a few lush green cucumbers seemed to glow slightly, eggplants were tinged with a hint of purple mist, and strawberries were tinged with a rosy blush… all of them seemed to possess a spirit.

Qin Ming calmed his mind and then began to practice the Silk Calligraphy. He had practiced it for more than ten years, and it was more natural than breathing, as if a golden river was flowing through his flesh and blood.

Regardless, he decided to first dissolve all the Heavenly Light Energy before addressing the root cause of the problem. Otherwise, keeping it scattered like this was far too dangerous.

A crimson glow suddenly erupted from his heart, as if it were burning—the fiery energy of Li Huo was surging forth. “Restrain!” Qin Ming shouted coldly.

Ultimately, the silk calligraphy subdued it and merged with it once again.

This gave him a sigh of relief; he had successfully defused a large mine!

As time went by, he also mastered the Golden Silkworm Force, the Soft Force, the Vajra Force, and the Overbearing Force.

He frowned slightly, and sweat beaded on his face, because the light energy had become even more unruly than before, and even after being integrated, it still seemed to retain a “wildness”.

For example, Li Huojin tried to break free several times.

No wonder it is said that once the true power dissipates, it is very difficult to cure.

Even with his exceptional talent, he found it increasingly difficult, spending most of the day to only re-integrate a small portion of the Heavenly Light Energy. Before he knew it, darkness had fallen.

Qin Ming was astonished to find that the moon had disappeared, and the world was pitch black.

He realized that he knew nothing about this place; it seemed like daytime when the moon was out, but true nighttime only came when the moon disappeared.

As he struggled, covered in sweat, to integrate the toughest of the five extraordinary skills—the Wuji Force—he suddenly heard a lively sound.

When Qin Ming got up and arrived at the courtyard gate, he was stunned. What he saw was a brightly lit, bustling town.

Is this some kind of ghost?!

When the moon is out, all you see during the day is rubble and broken walls, a scene of utter desolation. How come it’s so lively and bustling with people now?

All the houses were lit up, and the streets were bustling with people, including top-tier alien creatures like the Suanni, otherworldly beings dressed in feathered robes, and giant spirits nearly ten meters tall.

This is definitely not an ordinary town; otherwise, how could you see so many creatures taking different paths?

An elderly man with a full head of blond hair rode by on a four-tusked white elephant on a brightly lit street, and grinned at Qin Ming.

“Do ghosts and spirits appear when night falls?” Qin Ming wondered, lost in thought. This place was too abnormal.

Then, he saw a young man with pure Yang spiritual light within him, which was quite remarkable. Next, he saw a moon worm appear in the night sky, becoming a lamp that illuminated the entire town.

At the street corner, a silver-haired girl walked over, her divine wisdom emanating from her body, as if she were shrouded in layers of divine halo, making her look extraordinary. She glanced in this direction.

Qin Ming closed the courtyard gate. He was puzzled. Was the ruins haunted, or had a strange town actually descended upon the night fog?

Standing in the courtyard, he noticed that the entire courtyard was emitting a faint golden light, which made it seem quite sacred and shut out the noise of the street.

Qin Ming continued to subdue the Heavenly Light Forces with his silk calligraphy until he was utterly exhausted. It was already very late, and neither the kind old lady nor the young Wu Yaozu had appeared.

Qin Ming decided to solve the food problem himself. In the small kitchen, there were all kinds of seasonings, a lot of dried meat, and also a kind of five-colored mushroom.

“That bowl of mushroom soup, although it made me hallucinate, did not harm me; it tasted very delicious.”

Not long after, Qin Ming finished eating and drinking and came out of the kitchen to find that the whole world had changed again, except that the humble room had been transformed into a magnificent palace.

He leaned over the courtyard wall and looked out, but there was no town in sight!

What he saw was clearly a huge city, a magnificent heavenly palace, a divine tower built of pure white jade, and a golden ancient hall, all exuding a sacred aura.

Moreover, a faint white mist flowed through the city, making it seem like a fairyland.

The streets were bustling with people, but there were even more creatures. Giant spirits, dozens of meters tall, walked about, six-tusked white elephants appeared, and golden-winged rocs flew across the sky, illuminating the area with dazzling golden light.

Qin Ming felt drowsy and quickly climbed down from the courtyard wall. After entering the magnificent, ornately decorated room, he collapsed onto the large bed, which was shrouded in purple mist, and fell asleep.

The next day, when he woke up and pushed open the courtyard gate, he saw the same desolate scene: the moonlight was soft, insects chirped, and rubble was everywhere.

“I must have fallen into a dead end!” Qin Ming concluded. The strange sights he witnessed far exceeded his expectations.

Jedi are inherently misunderstood, so it’s normal for them to have all sorts of strange occurrences! “Merge Techniques!”

For three consecutive days, Qin Ming was exhausted. He repeatedly used the Silk Calligraphy technique to suppress the rebellion and finally succeeded in quelling it, integrating all the techniques back into one.

Just before dusk, as the moon was about to disappear, the burly and powerful Wu Yaozu appeared, looking shocked, and said, “You didn’t explode?”

Qin Ming was so shocked by these words that he forgot to ask if the person was a human or a ghost.

Based on these words alone, he already understood that this “old boy” knew that he was practicing silk calligraphy and that his body was about to explode, so he ran away in advance to avoid being blown up.

“That’s really strange. My grandma said you were terminally ill and might not survive more than three days, but you’re perfectly fine now?” He was very surprised.

Because he discovered that Qin Ming was practicing his boxing, and the powerful energy of the sky was surging, illuminating the entire courtyard. Anyone who wanted to blast it open would definitely not dare to use such power.

“Are you alive or dead?” Qin Ming asked, looking at him.

“I’m alive!” Wu Yaozu, with his full beard, was getting agitated. How could they say that about him?

Qin Ming looked at him and could clearly feel his strong blood energy and a strong “rainbow light” in his flesh and blood. He was definitely not dead.

He asked, “What’s going on with the ruins outside? Why is it so lively at night? All sorts of creatures are appearing, and they all seem to be extraordinary. Are they ghosts or spirits on a night tour?”

Wu Yaozu said, “My grandmother said that those people were actually real, they came into my dream and descended upon the town with the night fog.” Qin Ming asked in confusion, “Isn’t the town outside just rubble? How did it recover at night?”

“This is a strange town on the edge of the Fourth Jedi. According to outsiders, isn’t it normal for the Jedi to have all sorts of oddities? Actually… I don’t understand either!” The mature-looking boy shook his head at the end.

“The fourth forbidden zone near Kunjun?” Qin Ming was taken aback. Weren’t there only three forbidden zones?

Wu Yaozu nodded and said, “Yes, it used to be the fourth forbidden zone, but it was breached and destroyed. Only a few ‘remains’ remain, isolated from the outside world, and it has probably been forgotten.”

Qin Ming was lost in thought. Kunling was too amazing. It was indeed a legendary place. There were more than three forbidden zones there!

Wu Yaozu said, “It’s a pity that you are on the path of rebirth. At this stage, your consciousness cannot leave your body. Otherwise, I would take you to town tonight. It’s very lively and interesting. You can see all kinds of creatures there.”

“I should be able to get in!” Qin Ming said, eager to learn more about the place.

“Well, let’s talk about it after you’ve met my grandmother tomorrow.” Wu Yaozu left without staying.

Afterwards, Qin Ming carefully pondered and studied how to completely solve the problem of silk calligraphy, and began to try. That night, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the courtyard, and even a strong wind blew.

The next day, Wu Yaozu appeared and said in surprise, “You seem to be in even better shape.”

Qin Ming smiled and nodded, following him into a forest. There he saw a stone mountain, shaped like a giant statue. His face turned solemn as he looked at Wu Yaozu. This was his grandmother?!

The old woman, carved from stone, is exactly how he first met her; she is quite kind and gentle.

“Don’t be surprised, this is my afterimage. I died many years ago, but a wisp of pure Yang consciousness remains. Because I am worried about my grandson, I wander here like a lost ghost.”

The stone statue carved from the mountain remained still, yet a sound emanated from it. Qin Ming turned to look at Wu Yaozu; this really was an “old boy”!

The old lady seemed to know what he was thinking and said, “Yaozu, he was indeed born from a stone egg sixteen years ago. He is about the same age as you.” She continued, “You are quite remarkable. You practiced that kind of scripture, and even when your true power dissipated, you did not die. Moreover, you were able to reorganize and unify it. You are truly gifted, even more so than that old fellow back then!”

“What you’re saying, senior…” Qin Ming asked.

“One of the earliest people to practice this scripture,” the enormous stone statue tells us.

Qin Ming was filled with longing. His family’s heirloom silk scroll had been seized by the Cui family, who were unwilling to return it to him. If he could obtain the relics of a patriarch-level figure here, that would be wonderful!

In fact, what the old woman said next was even better than he had expected; there really was a portion of the scripture on the silk scroll, and it had been meticulously edited. “It’s very difficult to obtain, because it’s inside a temple,” the statue earnestly explained.

Clearly, the old lady needed his help, but she didn’t say much this time, wanting to see if he could resolve his own hidden dangers first, otherwise he might explode at any time.

On the way back, Wu Yaozu told Qin Ming that the scriptures should be in the temple at the end of the strange town. Night fell.

He led Qin Ming to stand at the entrance of the courtyard, gazing at the end of the town, where a cluster of ancient buildings was slowly emerging, shrouded in thick fog.

“The old man who practices your scripture once debated with the temple’s master for three days and four nights,” Wu Yaozu said. However, that area is difficult to approach and is extremely dangerous.

“Could that temple have also appeared in my dream?” Qin Ming asked.

“Yes, very few people dare to go in. There are no living people in the temple anymore, it’s terrifying.” Wu Yaozu nodded.

(There’s more to come!)