The Whole World Is Different

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, yet in this incredibly silent environment, Qin Ming inexplicably heard whispers near his ear, close at hand.

He grabbed the Long-handled Black Gold Hammer, his body tensing like a leopard. It wasn't an illusion; he had even seen a blurry shadow just now.

Outside the window, the night was deep, and the Sun Stone in the room gradually dimmed, flickering once before going out completely, plunging everything into pitch-black silence.

Fortunately, the murmuring in Qin Ming's ear had also disappeared.

After a moment, he touched the leather Sword Manual again, the pages of which were dog-eared and worn, but it was quiet, and nothing happened.

He picked up the Sword Manual, but the room was too dark to see the words on the pages. And at this moment, nothing unusual happened again. Could it have just been an illusion?

Qin Ming immediately went out, came to the Fire Spring at the entrance of the village, scooped up a few pieces of glowing stone, and quickly returned home.

He held the hammer in one hand and flipped through the old Sword Manual with the other. It was still calm, and there was no murmuring.

"Did I just hallucinate?"

Soon, Qin Ming stopped being distracted and refocused his attention on the mottled, ancient leather pages, carefully studying the crystallization of the predecessor's hard work.

"Sigh..."

At that moment, Qin Ming's hair stood on end. Not only did he hear whispers in this extreme silence, but a clear sigh echoed in his ears.

Moreover, a white-haired old man appeared in the dim room, his tattered clothes stained with blood, waving in front of Qin Ming.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees, and even the newly brought back Sun Stone seemed to dim.

Qin Ming reacted quickly, directly giving him a hammer strike.

The sigh disappeared, and the ragged, blood-stained old man also vanished.

What's going on? The world was different in Qin Ming's eyes. His expression was grave. He was just studying a Sword Manual, yet it was so bizarre.

He gripped the Long-handled Black Gold Hammer and carefully examined the room. The Sun Stone was still bright, and the temperature didn't seem to have dropped at all. Everything had returned to normal.

"Is this a demonic book?" Qin Ming stared at the Sword Manual. It was bound in animal skin and must be quite old, with every page worn.

"Or is it that I absorbed that liquid, causing my mind to be too strong, and everything I see and hear is abnormal?" he pondered.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and decided to go all out for the time being, choosing to wait and see what happened, not preparing to act in advance, to see what kind of demons and ghosts were at play.

Qin Ming held the hammer in one hand and flipped through the Sword Manual with the other. Apart from the sound of the leather pages turning, there was no other sound in the room, until he was completely immersed in it, concentrating on studying various fighting techniques. The whispering reappeared, and a disheveled old man, stained with blood, stood not far in front of him.

"Time is running out, leave a Sword Manual, alas, it's a pity, my Sword Dao is difficult to fully describe, destined to lose some parts, a pity for my life's work." The old man sighed.

Then, Qin Ming saw him writing at his desk, and then one after another, sword lights appeared, as if to tear open the night.

Each time the old man completed a sword move, the scene of him practicing the sword in his youth would appear in front of him, as well as his various emotions, experiences, and understanding of the sword style.

Qin Ming immediately realized how much this matter affected him, how important it was. After absorbing the liquid in the "scraps," the world he saw was completely different.

When his mind was highly focused, through this ancient book, he experienced the author's mood, resonated emotionally, and his understanding of the swordplay surpassed the records in the book.

Qin Ming believed that his comprehension was very high, and he learned everything very quickly. When he read the Sword Manual in the mountains earlier, he didn't find it difficult to practice and quickly grasped the essentials.

But the current situation was no longer a matter of comprehension, but that he could witness how the Sword Manual was born, resonate with the old man's spirit when he practiced the sword, which involved experience, understanding, and the most essential understanding of this swordplay.

"This Sword Manual carries an old man's life's work, and I resonate with it, recreating all kinds of real scenes from that year..."

Qin Ming was briefly distracted, then withdrew from that realistic scene.

Afterward, he dropped the Long-handled Black Gold Hammer, sat in front of the copper basin containing the Sun Stone, and began to carefully study this Sword Manual from the beginning, his mind completely immersed in it.

Sure enough, the more focused he was, the more concentrated his spirit became, the clearer those sounds, those images, and that resonance in emotions and spirit became.

For a time, he saw the old man looking up at the night sky, contemplating sword techniques, then piercing the night with a bright blade of light.

Then the scene shifted again, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down. The old man had a new understanding, holding a wooden sword and standing in the rain, drawing a thrilling strike, as if with the intention of intercepting the heavens. The brilliance of the wooden sword seemed to overwhelm the lightning in the night sky, cutting through the darkness.

Qin Ming was so excited that his mind trembled. This move was not in the Sword Manual at all. This wonderful move, which could only be understood intuitively and not expressed in words, was a strike that could only be displayed through spiritual sublimation.

This mysterious and profound feeling was difficult to put on paper, so the old man sighed that his sword techniques were destined to lose some of their essence.

But now, Qin Ming witnessed it, and with the resonance of emotions and spirit, he completely grasped the essence of that strike.

In the subsequent Sword Manual, the old man cultivated bitterly in the deep mountains, slaying giant beasts.

Then he traveled alone in the wind and snow, fighting fiercely with many powerful enemies, losing an arm. After being severely injured, he fled far away, and in his twilight years, he buried a broken sword.

After this, he lived alone to heal his wounds, living in seclusion, and after sitting quietly for five years, he dug out the broken sword. When he drew his sword again, the brilliant sword light that could intercept the heavens in the rainy night was even more overbearing, as if splitting mountains when they blocked his path and calming seas when they obstructed him.

The older he got, the more vigorous he became. He did not pursue the sword intent of returning to simplicity and nature, but instead sang all the way upward, until the terrifying sword light was about to burn his withered body, and he could no longer bear it.

After the old man traveled far again, he swept away all his opponents with his broken sword, and finally returned to the place where he had sat quietly for five years. He buried his sword, left a letter, and reached the last moment of his life.

"Unfortunately, I am trapped in a remote place and do not have secret methods to efficiently improve the essence of life. Although I have a deep understanding of the sword path and am confident that my comprehension is not weaker than anyone else, I am burdened by my body and cannot see higher-level books, so my life can only stop here."

The old man didn't have much time left, so he wrote quickly, with sword light flashing with each stroke. However, when it came to Heavenly Light, the scene became blurred, and the pages further back were completely unreadable.

Qin Ming knew that it was probably because he had not yet cultivated Heavenly Light, and his emotions and spirit could not resonate, so he could not see it for the time being.

He closed the Sword Manual, closed his eyes, and everything he had seen and heard, all the scenes, floated in his mind. Those experiences, insights, and new understandings of sword techniques were like his own experiences.

He picked up the Long-handled Black Gold Hammer and came to the courtyard, performing the sword techniques that were not recorded in the Sword Manual. For a time, it seemed as if lightning appeared under the night sky.

The great hammer in Qin Ming's hand constantly slashed across the night sky, the hammerhead carrying a Black Gold luster, becoming faster and faster, leaving various terrifying trajectories, intertwined in the courtyard, gradually entangled together, as if bursting out with dense and terrifying sword light.

He stood with his hammer, quite shocked in his heart, because he had reproduced those sword techniques.

Qin Ming was very confident that if he were given the complete sword techniques, he would definitely be able to master them after spending a certain amount of time.

But right now, with the resonance of spirit, he had mastered these sword techniques that surpassed the Sword Manual itself in just one night, as if he had practiced for decades.

Soon, Qin Ming calmed down. This was only limited to skills, experience, and understanding of sword techniques, etc. As for improving the essence of his own life, he still needed to cultivate.

But this was shocking enough!

He was pondering what the liquid in the stone was, that it could allow his spirit to resonate with the mysterious emotions carried by this book.

Qin Ming realized that the mysterious products in the "scraps" might not be worse than the things bred after the fusion of the ten beams of light and the Five-Colored Haze. If this were to spread, it would probably trigger an immeasurable storm.

He even suspected that the origin of these "scraps" might be even greater.

Qin Ming's thoughts fluctuated, and he thought of many things.

On the night when the great fire swallowed the entire village, the feather-clad youth appeared ethereal and otherworldly, holding a purplish-glowing bamboo stick, transcending the mundane. At first glance, he had a great origin, and his strength must be unfathomable, and the sect behind him was probably even more terrifying.

Now, Qin Ming had more composure and more confidence. In the future, he could go to that Moonfall City and face the bloody past directly.

Meanwhile, the two women who appeared at the village entrance were clearly on a different path than him, seemingly looking down upon those who walked the New Life Method path.

At present, Qin Ming believed that his path was not necessarily weaker than others. As long as he advanced fast enough, he could break through any path.

After calming down, he began to assess his own strength.

His arms now possessed a strength exceeding two thousand jin, even approaching two thousand two hundred jin. Coupled with the essence he had grasped, which was not even recorded in the Sword Manual, his combat ability was somewhat terrifying.

"Can I measure up against those old guys who have cultivated the Heavenly Light Force?" Qin Ming pondered.

He silently estimated that even if those old guys could lift six hundred jin during their First New Life, using that as a base, then their Third New Life would be around one thousand eight hundred jin, still less than him.

This was the fundamental reason why everyone placed so much importance on the First New Life, wanting to build a Golden Foundation, because subsequent New Lifes were added on that basis.

Qin Ming believed that the most terrifying aspect of those with Third New Life was their mastery of the Heavenly Light Force. If he were to be entangled by them at close range, he would surely die.

Because this special force could penetrate and tear through even the scales of giant beasts, its lethality was extremely strong and terrifying. This was the fundamental reason why humans, despite their disadvantage in size, could contend against other races.

However, within the New Life realm, the Heavenly Light Force could only be applied to the surface of the body, extending slightly beyond the fists and feet, and could not yet be expanded to weapons.

Qin Ming muttered to himself, "In that case, as long as I don't allow the old guys with Third New Life to get close and maintain a suitable distance, I can still fight."

The premise was that he had to have a suitable weapon. Swords were definitely out of the question, as they would likely be torn apart by the Heavenly Light Force. The Long-handled Black Gold Hammer was more or less suitable. He believed that he could smash the opponent to death with pure strength.

"Sure enough, another sleepless night."

Qin Ming was helpless. He still had plenty of energy, and only managed to take a short nap in the latter half of the night. He estimated that he wouldn't need to sleep for the next few days.

In the second half of the night, he studied swordsmanship, thoroughly breaking down the old man's experiences, insights, and understandings, applying them in his own way, and adding his own flashes of inspiration and insights.

The next day, Cao Long, Mu Qing, and Wei Zhirou told Qin Ming that if they didn't find anything special or gain any significant harvest in the next few days, they would return to Red Haze City.

On this day, they took out an Intermediate Willpower Skill and gave it to Qin Ming, Old Man Liu, and the others as a reward, and allowed them to pass it on to those around them.

The people of Double Tree Village were naturally extremely grateful, as this was the first time they had come into contact with this level of New Life Method.

Mainly, they had indeed been of great help to the three teams. For example, the Fire Bat Cave had greatly benefited Mu Qing, Cao Long, and the others.

That night, Qin Ming studied this Intermediate Willpower Skill and felt that it was inferior to the method on the Silk Book he was practicing. Moreover, this one was temporarily copied, and it did not contain intense emotions, making it impossible to generate spiritual resonance.

"It seems that it has to be the crystallization of the predecessors' hard work." He had a new understanding.

In the evening, when Qin Ming sent the Intermediate Willpower Skill to Old Man Liu, he asked, "Old Man, you wouldn't tell the three teams from Red Haze City about those places with spiritual substances to repay their kindness, would you?"

"Don't worry, this old man knows what he's doing. After I recover from my injuries and after your Second New Life, when the mountains are completely quiet, we'll go into the mountains together to find the spiritual substances that can allow us to have Third New Life. The best places are reserved!" Old Man Liu patted his chest and said.

Afterward, Qin Ming asked, "Old Man, in our area, are there any once-famous but now completely fallen sects?"

"Why are you asking this? What do you want to do?" Old Man Liu asked suspiciously.

Qin Ming said, "I want to borrow books from them. Don't worry, I will definitely give them Night Silver that they can't refuse!"