Chapter 1445: Chapter 600: Bodhisattva’s Martial Hall
Above the pitch-black cloud layers, fierce gusts of wind surged, more terrifying than the slashes of blades and swords, enough to tear apart many cultivators’ bodies and scatter their consciousness spiritual light.
Qin Ming stood high at the cloud’s edge, about to depart from Ye State.
He looked back, his gaze piercing through the mist, observing the vast land behind him, ninety percent of which lacked Fire Springs, resembling an abyss.
And in the endless darkness, those cities, villages, and towns appeared like flickering fireflies, swaying in the Night Fog.
Qin Ming was now a Grandmaster, yet in the boundless Yewu World, he still felt insignificant, with a long road ahead.
"Senior Lu, is someone tailing me?" Qin Ming asked.
As he was about to embark on his journey, he entered a moment of spiritual clarity, his spiritual will leaping onto a golden bridge, carefully probing in all directions to sense if there was any danger.
Old Furnace replied, "No signs discovered."
Qin Ming looked toward the path ahead; the night grew darker, with no end in sight, vast and serene, boundless and majestic, compared to which Ye State was but a drop in the vast ocean.
Silently, he dove down, entering a Mist Gate, disappearing in the process.
Previously, in the Blood Forest’s ancient temple, through the shimmering curtain of the Lotus Pond, Qin Ming conversed across the void with Xiao Wu and Xiang Yiwu, having already inquired about their exploration route.
"Southwest, leaving the domain governed by Yujing." Qin Ming couldn’t help but sigh; these two had indeed traveled far.
Primarily, people from the Old Heavenly Mountain previously caused chaos by sealing heaven and attempted to capture various talents, causing the two to flee far.
Xiang Yiwu and Xiao Wu, unwilling to be abducted to the skies, chose a direction and continued through Mist Gates, running further until they almost lost their way.
After exiting the Mist Gate, Qin Ming observed a scene where fierce winds roared, yellow sand filled the sky; it was not darkness here, on the contrary, Fire Springs spread across the Desert.
The environment here was truly harsh; sand hitting one’s face sounded like slaps, and without Protective Heavenly Light, it was akin to being hit with a huge slap.
In the sandy terrain, palm-sized blue scorpions appeared, crystalline like jade carvings, with their tails raised high, exuding a dangerous qi mechanism.
From afar came the fluttering sound of wings, as Exotic Birds resembling native chickens burst out from dunes, swift like pale yellow lightning, consecutively killing five venomous scorpions, finally burping contentedly before burrowing underground again.
This was still within the Yujing Camp domain, yet Qin Ming had never heard of this place; normally, at least a dozen Mist Gates must be traversed to leave the area governed by Yujing.
If traveling on foot, the distances between such Mist Gates varied from five hundred and sixty thousand to one or two million miles, truly causing one’s head to swell.
Qin Ming searched for a long time, finding a Mist Gate leading to distant lands outside this Desert region, setting off once again.
Just like that, he traversed six tunnels formed by ancient Void fissures, crossing to a realm where large flakes of snow fluttered heavily.
This was still within the area governed by Yujing; Ye State had already entered the rainy season, yet here it was the harsh winter, with tens of thousands of miles frozen.
"This is the place, there is an Ancient Mist Gate capable of ultra-long-distance teleportation, directly leaving the Yujing Territory." Qin Ming began to search.
At this moment, he was still within the Yujing Prefecture’s hinterlands, having only traveled halfway, but if he entered that special Void Passage, he could thoroughly depart.
In the severe cold, yet there was a vibrant area on the ice plains, with dense woods, lush flowers, and plants thriving with vitality, due to the active Fire Springs nourishing plants adapted to the extreme cold.
Here, even in the so-called summer, little snowflakes occasionally fell, and sporadic rainfall was considered a rare sight.
Old Furnace said, "There are Ice Silkworms here, seemingly ordinary species, but these creatures have no upper limits; in ancient times, there were Ice Silkworms of the Eighth Realm Heavenly Immortal Level, the silk they produced was top-notch material for crafting Protective Treasure Robes."
Amidst the snow and ice, white, plump little worms could occasionally be seen on the lush vegetation.
When Qin Ming touched them, they instantly shot out, leaving a trail of silver mist in the Night Fog, relatively fast compared to Second Realm creatures.
Old Furnace said, "These are a group of degenerate Ice Silkworms; even the strongest among them in the entire forest hardly reach the Third Realm, signs indicate they were once bred by humans."
Just like Doushuai Temple, which raised a large number of Fire Silkworms and Golden Silkworms, such Supreme Martial hall during its peak even bred mother silkworms reaching Heavenly Immortal Level.
Soon, Qin Ming discovered an ancient temple ruin.
"Seems like monks from the Great Leiyin Temple entered the Yujing Territory back in the day, residing here, raising a group of Ice Silkworms."
The structures had long collapsed, rubble buried beneath ice and snow, with only a few broken walls still stubbornly standing due to remaining array patterns, otherwise they would have vanished by now.
After all, these were remnants left behind thousands of years ago.
Qin Ming said, "These Ice Silkworms count as Strange Insects, don’t they? Considering they can grow to the Eighth Realm, can they be eaten?"
"Never heard of that, they’re all raised for silk!" replied Old Furnace.
Qin Ming excavated the ruined temple site, carefully resonating but found nothing; turns out the dense emotions left by historical figures also fade over time.
Until he touched a fragment of a bronze bell, could he glimpse some ancient bygone events, hearing the melodious reverberations of the bell’s tolls.
An old monk in a yellow robe, eyes as gold lamps, lifted white eyebrows, holding a large bell to confront powerful foes in the firmament, yet he and the bell swiftly disintegrated, shattering.
In the final moments, Qin Ming saw silver ripples undulating, the entire temple exploding along with it, and then... nothing remained.
Qin Ming realized that it was a tangible silver spiritual field, truly transformed, twisting the void here to collapse, shattering everything.
