Why the Forbidden Land Was Pierced Through

"I can hardly believe it!" Inside the Divine Temple, White-Clad Woman stood gracefully, her long, black hair and the white ribbon around her slender waist swaying gently.

The scriptures on the wall held no secrets for her; she had pondered them for a long time, but simply couldn't understand them.

Qin Ming was quite frank, saying, "When I was exchanging ideas with you just now, I used the meaning of this scripture to govern all the laws."

The White-Clad Woman was lost in thought. She knew better than anyone how difficult this scripture was to master, because even with her talent, she couldn't get started. It was a trap deliberately set by that old geezer long ago. She had heard people talk about it before.

But has this young man in coarse linen clothes already demonstrated his abilities in actual combat? The expression on his stunning face beneath his dark hair was quite complex.

"Silk Book Method is indeed extremely difficult to master. I've been practicing since childhood, for over a decade, before I even got started," Qin Ming said with a deep sense of emotion. For some reason, the White-Clad Woman felt like hitting him.

Because, upon careful reflection, she had spent no less than ten years trying, but to no avail.

Of course, she was well aware of the dangers of this skill; it would eventually explode with a bang. She was just unwilling to admit defeat and wanted to explore the earlier parts.

"How did you achieve this?" the White-Clad Woman asked, her heart heavy with unresolved questions. "Only two words: arduous cultivation," Qin Ming replied earnestly.

The White-Clad Woman was becoming somewhat dangerous. This scripture was not something that could be polished over time, and what was a dozen years?

Qin Ming felt a sense of urgency and quickly said, "There is another way to master it: with the guidance of a master, who can help pave the way and form the initial cycle of the Cultivation Method."

The White-Clad Woman looked at him. To master this path, he actually needed to find a master? What was he thinking! Besides, she had heard of this before.

But she scoffed, "If I can't master it on my own and need someone to guide me, how can I ever reach the top?" "Senior, do you want to study this method?" Qin Ming asked.

"You don't mean you want me to become your disciple, do you?" The White-Clad Woman stared at him.

"That's not what I meant." Qin Ming immediately shook his head.

What kind of place is Divine Temple? I reckon only the Ancestor of the Silk Book Method would dare to act recklessly here knowing he was about to "explode." He wouldn't dare to court death at this stage.

"It's better not to take this road!" The White-Clad Woman gave up.

At the same time, she kindly reminded him that in the end, all his practice would be in vain, and he would have to return everything to heaven and earth; this scripture had a very serious problem.

"Thank you for your advice, senior," Qin Ming said, his eyes shining, feeling confident that he would eventually be able to completely resolve this problem.

"You seem very confident and proud." The White-Clad Woman stepped forward, her eyes burning with anticipation, just like Qin Ming's earlier, as she began to rub her hands together, eager to prove herself.

Is this retaliation?

Qin Ming panicked; this senior expert was truly petty!

"Master, the tea is here." Just then, a Black Robed Figure appeared, with a hoarse voice, making it impossible to tell whether it was male or female. It turned out that it had also come from the cold moon, following the blue stone path leading into the night sky, and entered the main hall. The White-Clad Woman stopped and did not come to Qin Ming.

"You've already survived the life-or-death ordeal. Do you wish to challenge other paths? Those challenges involve enhancing your talents, extending your lifespan, and finding your final resting place in the deadly realms. There's bound to be something you crave," she asked.

Qin Ming thought for a moment, then declined. He decided to quit while he was ahead; it wasn't safe to stay here any longer. If someone hadn't brought him tea, he might have been beaten up! The Black Robed Figure entered the main hall, carrying a tea tray.

With a gentle wave of the White-Clad Woman's hand, the entire palace was transformed. The cobwebs on the walls disappeared, the bloodstains on the ground vanished, and the old trees in the courtyard sprouted new branches.

A faint light flowed by like water, and the broken windows and cracked ground, which creaked in the night wind, were all renewed.

In this Strange Town, many people were surprised to find that the Divine Temple temple in the night fog was glowing, with Golden Haze piercing the night sky.

Now, the magnificent palace is no longer dilapidated; the gray tiles have turned pale gold, and the place has become sacred. The vermilion pillars in the main hall are carved with Godlike creatures, white mist is pervasive, and moonlight accumulates on the stone slabs on the ground, as if a babbling brook is flowing.

Qin Ming felt like he was in a dream; everything was different now, and he had become an honored guest. The words on the wall still shone brightly, but they no longer suppressed him.

In the courtyard, the withered old tree stretched out its branches, extending into the palace, bearing lotus flowers, which transformed into a lotus platform and became his seat.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged, and someone came to serve him tea, while the White-Clad Woman sat opposite him. Qin Ming noticed that the teacup served by the Black Robed Figure was empty, without any tea inside.

With a wave of her hand, the White-Clad Woman sent wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner in front of the hazy statue deep within the hall, eventually flowing into their teacups.

"This is..." Qin Ming was taken aback. Was this tea or "fragrance"?

He saw the White-Clad Woman drink it first, so he followed suit and drank it too.

For a moment, Qin Ming felt his mind clear and empty, as if he were about to Rising on Rosy Clouds, his whole body feeling purified. "Good tea!" he exclaimed. In this state, comprehending the scriptures would be twice as effective.

Moreover, he looked at the wall and began to comprehend the meaning of the scriptures. His efficiency increased so much that he didn't dare to resonate with it for a while, for fear that he would be shaken to the point of mental collapse by the terrifying emotions of the Ancestor.

The White-Clad Woman said, "Do you know the ingredients of the incense stick in the bronze censer? It's powdered from a small piece of the tip of the North Sea Purple-Gold Whale's horn, which contains divine patterns, mixed with the Tears of the Sky from the depths of the Night Mist World, the resin of the Undying Tree in Kun Jun Ruins, and then..."

Qin Ming listened, stunned. Any one of these materials was priceless, a rare find in the world, yet they were made into incense for a bronze censer—wasn't that incredibly extravagant?

The White-Clad Woman sighed, "It was sent by someone else. What a pity, that person is dead and will never be able to drink this Fragrant Mist Tea again." "Isn't this it?" Qin Ming looked down at the teacup in his hand.

"It's just the incense ash being rekindled," the White-Clad Woman explained. Qin Ming immediately coughed; was he eating ash?!

The White-Clad Woman glanced at him and said, "Although the aroma of the fragrant tea is almost completely lost, let me ask you, has it had any effect?"

"Thank you, senior!" Qin Ming went to comprehend the meaning of the scriptures again.

He memorized the entire scripture and gained some new insights!

This revised version allows cultivation up to the Fourth Realm Perfection, but only a portion of the Fifth Realm is written before it abruptly ends. Clearly, the Ancestor believed that continuing beyond this stage would bring Great Calamity.

Even so, Qin Ming felt that it contained much more information than the Silk Scripture in his own family.

Because a large portion of the Silk Scripture was torn off!

Those Ancestor believed that the second half had major problems and that continuing to practice it would lead to death.

If Qin Ming obtains the family heirloom Silk Scripture, he should be able to resonate with the entire text.

This is why he is so determined to get it back from the Cui Household.

Afterward, Qin Ming began to cautiously probe and carefully try to resonate with the scriptures on the wall, hoping to discover more valuable information.

Sure enough, his initial probing struck him like a thunderbolt, leaving his mind blank.

All I can say is, that Ancestor was terrifying!

"Huh?" The Black Robed Figure sensed something and looked surprised, watching him quietly from a distance.

Next, Qin Ming went all out. Each time he felt like he had been struck by Heavenly Thunder, he would take a long time to recover before trying again.

The White-Clad Woman also noticed his unusual behavior and quietly observed him while drinking tea.

She muttered, "Is this some kind of Demon Scripture? Others can comprehend it and enter a state of tranquility to achieve enlightenment, but you're studying it as if it's costing you your life."

Qin Ming was exhausted and drowsy. He felt like his mind was about to explode, and finally, piece by piece...

The shared resonance is over.

He sighed softly, regretting that the emotions left behind by the Ancestor here ultimately only concerned the erroneous parts of the Fifth Realm, without any higher-level Dharma.

Actually, this is understandable. After all, the Ancestor only wanted to leave behind a refined version, so naturally he wouldn't think too much about the original version.

But he was content; this was enough for him to study for a long time.

In this way, he could set off at his own pace, without having to rush into taking risks and retrieving the Silk Scripture from the Cui Household when his strength was insufficient. At this time, in the Strange Town, a group of people all believed that Li Wanqiu was dead.

"I thought he was so powerful, a Young Ancestor, a Pure Yang Light, but in the end he's nothing more than a pool of blood in the Divine Temple."

"It's no use who comes. I suspect that if Cao Qianqiu goes in, he'll become Cao Shiqiu or Cao Qianhuo—either headless or missing half a body."

"If you fabricate such a story about him, and he finds out where his true identity is, even your lineage will be destroyed!" Only Wu Yaozu refused to believe that his newly acquainted friend was dead and continued to wait.

Some people advised him that there was no point in waiting, as the other person was already dead.

"Little Wu, let's make a bet. If I win, can I stay in your courtyard for the night?" The blond old man riding on the back of the Four-Tusked White Elephant chuckled. "Sure!" Wu Yaozu nodded.

"Count me in!" The young man from Golden Horn who had previously said he would treat everyone also wanted to join in.

Wu Yaozu stroked his thick beard and said, "I really don't believe my friend would die. What's your bet? You'd better satisfy me."

He was somewhat displeased, feeling that the group's words were too ominous. Inside the Divine Temple, the Black Robed Figure who had served tea departed.

Qin Ming suddenly realized that the White-Clad Woman had become dangerous again; she was still angry and wanted to beat him up!

"Senior, let me tell you, some people outside often criticize the Divine Temple. I think you should really do something about it. Just like that Cao Qianqiu, who hates that the sky has no handle and the earth has no ring."

After Qin Ming realized something was wrong, he immediately changed her target.

He sensed that the White-Clad Woman had no murderous intent; she simply wanted to vent her anger, feeling offended. He, a mere youth, couldn't withstand such trouble, while the group of mysterious old men outside seemed quite suitable. The White-Clad Woman crossed her arms, rested her chin on her hand, and looked into the night mist, saying, "That makes some sense. If I accidentally poke you with my finger, you'll end up as a pool of blood on the ground—no use!"

In the Strange Town, people saw Li Wanqiu emerge horizontally, his body hazy and shrouded in thick fog, flying back to the small courtyard.

A group of people were stunned. Did they actually come out alive?

Wu Yaozu was overjoyed; his newly made friend was indeed alive. Then he began rubbing his hands together in front of the people around him. "Little Wu, come back quickly!" Suddenly, he heard his grandmother's voice.

"Hurry up, where are the bets? Bring them all over, quick!" Wu Yaozu urged impatiently. Inside the Divine Temple, it was as if all the splendor had faded and everything had returned to its true nature.

There was no Divine Moon in the sky, nor any magnificent and grand palace. All that existed was a dilapidated, drafty, and dilapidated building covered in cobwebs and dust, on the verge of collapse.

The White-Clad Woman stood silently, seemingly lost in thought.

The Black Robed Figure reappeared and said, "You're really outrageous. How dare you impersonate me again?" His so-called passing by the Divine Moon was nothing more than emerging from the Black Mist.

With Qin Ming's cultivation level, he simply couldn't see through it.

"Little Wu is leaving. I think you should also travel far away; you can't stay here any longer," the Black Robed Figure said to the White-Clad Woman.

"I still want to stay with you." The White-Clad Woman seemed a little downcast.

"It's too dangerous. Nobody knows what will happen to the Fourth Forbidden Land in the end." The Black Robed Figure shook his head. He was already dead, but his fragmented consciousness remained there.

"Who exactly breached the Fourth Forbidden Land?" the White-Clad Woman asked.

The Black Robed Figure said, "I don't know, but he's incredibly strong, beyond imagination. Other top beings only need to subdue certain special realms to become gods, but this person wants to subdue forbidden zones and refine all strange scenes. It's unimaginable!"

Either the Fourth Forbidden Land is restored and that person dies, or that person succeeds and the Fourth Forbidden Land dissipates.

The Black Robed Figure sighed, "What's most frightening is that I fear this person's target is all the forbidden areas of Kunling, and Kunling is a legendary place, the implications of which are immense!"

"Child, you must go," the Black Robed Figure said earnestly and solemnly. "Alright!" the White-Clad Woman nodded.

Then, she rubbed her fists together.

This startled the Black Robed Figure, who asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Those Spirit Travelers outside are going too far! Let's give them a good beating with the Divine Mace!"

The White-Clad Woman was displeased and felt a surge of frustration. Moreover, she had overheard the discussions outside and, after being persuaded by Qin Ming, decided to change her target.

In the Strange Town, a group of people murmured, "Is there something wrong with this Divine Temple? How could someone have successfully broken through it like that?"

In the dilapidated courtyard, Wu Yaozu's grandmother appeared, looking at the two with utmost seriousness, and said, "If you leave in the morning, your physical body will disintegrate; if you leave at night, your soul will depart. You can only leave at noon, when the moon is farthest from you. Get ready; I will personally escort you out then!"

(There's more to come!)