Dancing on the Grave of a Supreme Expert
Above the towering mountains, in the night mist, Six-Tusked White Elephant, flapping its two large ears, soared beneath the Sky Curtain, staring into the distance, and exclaimed in surprise, "Whose ancestral grave was blown up?"
It appeared in the distance, heard the great commotion in the area, cautiously approached, and joined the excitement across the vast mountain range, just in time to see a large tomb disintegrate.
If the Dragon Silkworm heard this, it would surely skin it alive.
"Hiss, ten thousand dragons roared in unison." The Dragon Elephant's two large ears went limp, and it almost fell headlong from the sky onto the mountainside. Terrified, it frantically flapped its ears and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The source of the Dragon Qi, the great tomb exploded.
The ancient coffin was broken into three pieces and was in a terrible state.
It should be noted that it was covered with dense patterns and protected by array formations, but it was still destroyed.
The Old Silkworm looked bewildered. What was going on?
Although that sage has awakened and Present World, he has severely degenerated; how could he possibly unleash such power?
The Old Silkworm had observed carefully beforehand; otherwise, how dare it be so presumptuous? It insisted on obeying its master's divine decree.
But now, his head felt like it was about to explode, and his whole body was numb. Supreme Experts retained the methods they used in life? He was deeply terrified, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Qin Ming was multitasking, simultaneously mobilizing the Little Worm, summoning the guild leader, and resonating with the Two Figurines, pondering what he had seen and heard.
He also felt a chill run down his spine. These Two Figurines —damn, they're not to be insulted? They actually retain Forbidden Technique.
In a flash, Qin Ming recalled the past and realized that he should not have humiliated the Two Figurines; at most, he had made them laborers and free thugs.
If the Old Silkworm hadn't gone too far, using Exotic Metal Nails to pierce the foreheads of the Two Figurines and nail their heads shut, this terrible incident probably wouldn't have happened.
Without a doubt, the most important thing for great figures in ancient times was their physical body. After their Pure Yang Consciousness was extinguished, their only hope was for their physical body to be revived and for their Spirit Fire.
Now, someone wants to destroy the very essence of the Two Figurines, and the methods he left behind have been activated.
At this moment, Qin Ming could still resonate with the Two Figurines and carefully sense them, but he did not find any signs of Mental Will awakening within their physical bodies.
"Is it a matter of physical instinct? It goes straight to the heart of the problem, shattering the resting place of the deceased—this is clearly a 'If I can't live, you must die too' mentality."
Qin Ming was stern; these were all ruthless figures from the past.
"Guard the tomb, protect the coffin!"
Near the large tomb, there are several powerful Dragon Silkworm, all of whom have reached the Earth Immortal Realm, and now their eyes are red with envy.
Because they saw the imposing young man heading towards the broken ancient coffin.
For some special reason, their entire clan depended on the tomb owner for survival, and they were all loyal and unhesitatingly blocked any path in front of them.
Qin Ming resonated with the idea and decided to go all out.
Now that the opponent has gone all out, using the Exotic Metal Nails on the Two Figurines, what reason does he have to hesitate?
He led this physical body, targeting the tomb owner, and taking advantage of the remaining power and unpredictable energy fluctuations, decided to go all out and strike at the Yellow Dragon.
The Earth Immortal immortals guarding the tomb pounced on the Two Figurines, unleashing Earth Immortal full power.
"Ah----" the Yin Yang Dog screamed in agony as its physical body shattered. Even its Master-level Pure Yang Consciousness was like a candle flame in the wind, about to be extinguished.
He wants to curse the silkworm girl, what business is it of his, Old Dog?
The Earth Immortal attacked the Two Figurines ' physical bodies, but could not destroy them; it was the Old Dog who suffered the consequences.
The Earth Immortal - Pangolin, its hard scales were also bursting open, its flesh and blood mangled, its spiritual flame rapidly dimming, it too was dying.
They were angry, desperate, and helpless.
The Earth Immortal of the Dragon Silkworm Clan attacked the resurrected ancient powerhouses, not targeting these Earth Immortal, but in the end, they were the ones who were injured, unable to withstand that pressure.
It was just the aftermath; they were all crushed one after another.
"Miss!" Jin Mei cried out in despair. She was shattering, her Consciousness Spirit Light burning into a rain of light. She looked at the Saint Disciple Zhou Ke, and then glanced at the Great Sage Zheng Guang.
In an instant, she vanished, both body and soul.
Qin Ming sighed, feeling helpless. He couldn't be a good person here, and it would be difficult to protect others.
The Old Dog, the Pangolin, and other Earth Immortal all died, instantly turning to ashes.
Only three Saint Disciple remained. They carried rare treasures and barely survived the first wave of energy emanating from the Earth Immortal, but they were all covered in cracks and were not far from death.
They fled towards the edge of the Dragon Qi, panting heavily, leaving behind three lines of bloody footprints, filled with despair.
But where could they go? Wanlong sealed off their way home, cutting off their escape route.
In front of the Two Figurines, some Earth Immortal exploded!
It must be said that the power dormant within this ancient expert was truly terrifying; even after countless years, he was still able to slay Earth Immortal in a passive counterattack.
Some Earth Immortal' physical bodies suddenly withered away.
Qin Ming realized that the Two Figurines ' attack method had some problems, as it greatly amplified the terrifying natural environment. Even at the source of the Dragon Qi, Earth Immortal would find it difficult to protect himself.
"The Two Figurines were extraordinary back then. In that era, they might have been researching the issue of Dao Rhythm Surges." Qin Ming was deeply shaken.
Undoubtedly, many predecessors were prescient, predicting things long ago and starting to perfect their Cultivation Method.
Qin Ming carefully comprehended the secret power emanating from the Two Figurines, finding it to be slightly higher than that of Earth Immortal, which wasn't too outrageous. However, their mysterious power contained extremely strange symbols, exacerbating the great upheaval in the Daoist aura of this place.
In a sense, the Earth Immortal here are also destroying themselves.
After being countered by the secret power of the Two Figurines, they were cut down to the ground by the natural environment.
At the same time, this already dilapidated Grotto-Heaven began to crack, and the Nine-Colored Soil was collapsing, even exposing some ice coffins.
The Two Figurines were in a very special state; deep within their flesh and blood, runes intertwined, and immortal power flowed out, constantly being released.
On Mental Plane, he was completely blank, relying solely on Qin Ming's guidance.
But this resonance was intermittent.
The main problem is that the power emanating from the Secret Treasure of the Two Figurines warriors is terrifying!
Qin Ming tried to control him, but was forced to stop from time to time.
At the same time, he was relieved that it was through resonance; if it had been true possession, he certainly wouldn't have survived, his Mental Will would have been overwhelmed long ago.
When he coexisted with the Two Figurines, they were in a special state of entanglement.
Perhaps, this method is the correct way to control the physical bodies of great figures in ancient times.
In this way, Qin Ming can be kept safe.
He frequently "disconnects," so naturally he can't pay attention to others.
"How could this be?" Lu Qi laughed bitterly. He had witnessed the incredible "Living Tomb" and the miracle of the ancient Supreme Experts's resurrection, but now he himself was about to die.
His lower body disappeared, and his Mental Field was also torn apart.
Saint Disciple Xi Sheng of the Dwelling in the World Organization was filled with grief. He had only been monitoring the grave-digging of the peripheral members; how had he ended up in such a desperate situation?
"Zheng Guang —my lord, can you take me with you?" Zhou Ke, Saint Disciple of the Rebirth Figurine Organization, spoke weakly. She did not want to die, but her eyes were already dim, and her Essence, Qi, and Spirit was about to be exhausted.
Qin Ming looked back, but it was too late to change the outcome.
What was that place? Ten thousand dragons roared in unison. The three Saint Disciple had already suffered severe damage to their bodies and spirits from the first wave of the Earth Immortal aura, and now they were being overwhelmed by those Chi Dragon.
The main problem is that Qin Ming's resonance is intermittent, and he is preoccupied with his own affairs.
The power of the Two Figurines was terrifying; their mere passive counterattack caused a tremor in the heavens and earth, and several Earth Immortal before the great tomb were successively brought to their deaths.
The Old Silkworm behind him was completely stunned. What had happened?
He never imagined that things would deteriorate to this extent.
From the moment he took out the Exotic Metal Nails and pierced the dignified man's brow until now, only a blink of an eye has passed, and the master's tomb has exploded, the coffin has burst open.
The experts of their clan suffered repeated and tragic deaths.
If he had foreseen this, how could he have dared to offend that degenerate sage?
The blood seeping from the foreheads of the Two Figurines glowed, containing patterns, and now began to flow backward, the wounds healing rapidly.
Qin Ming occasionally lost his connection with the Two Figurines, but he still tried to seize the opportunity to come to the broken tomb, to vent his anger for the Two Figurines and for himself.
With a loud crash, he stomped down, and most of the ancient coffin shattered into hundreds of pieces.
At this time, there were no more Earth Immortal in front of the tomb; they had all died under the passive counterattack of the Two Figurines.
Since the tomb owner left a divine message, and that Old Silkworm was treating people differently based on their status, then Qin Ming had no reason to be polite. He decided to desecrate the tomb and demolish the house, intending to dig out the old man here!
"Stop!" Old Silkworm shouted from behind, his body trembling.
"Stop it, you bastard!" Qin Ming retorted.
At this moment, he no longer needed to display the demeanor of a master. The complex Dao Patterns and immortal power flowing outward from the Two Figurines gave him a great deal of confidence in a short period of time.
With a bang, the remaining section of the coffin also exploded.
The Old Silkworm seemed struck by lightning; the Ancestral Dragon Lair, untouched for countless years, had been trampled and destroyed today. Why did this happen?
He felt a sense of unreality, as if he were dreaming.
His lord, the highest and most exalted, could not even rest in peace after death; his resting place was cut open, and his body was to be exposed to the elements.
For a moment, the Old Silkworm Divine Capital somewhat dazed, muttering to himself: What year is it? Where am I?
He failed to persuade the host to stay, and instead, the host's hideout was raided!
"Given the circumstances, how dare a mere autumn insect chirp in the face of frost?" Qin Ming turned around.
His constant resonance helps the Two Figurines grasp the general direction, but the precise operation is quite difficult because they can lose contact at any time.
He is currently killing enemies primarily by using the power passively unleashed by the Two Figurines warriors' bodies to turn the tide of battle.
Therefore, Qin Ming wanted to provoke the Old Silkworm so that it would come over on its own.
At the same time, Qin Ming blasted apart the source of the dense Dragon Qi with a kick, and saw the tomb owner!
Instantly, his pupils contracted.
That wasn't a normal set of remains, but a—huge bead!
"This... could it be the Ancestral Dragon Pearl?" Qin Ming's heart trembled, his eyes widened, and he stared at the mysterious tomb owner in disbelief.
That bead was as big as a water basin.
In the dim light, one could vaguely see what appeared to be a creature sitting cross-legged in the center.
The entire bead was enveloped in Immortal Mist, swirling with wisps of chaotic energy, exuding a faint sense of immortality—truly a supreme treasure.
On the bead, there are intricate Dao Patterns and the phantom image of the ancestral dragon, intertwined with each other.
Qin Ming finally understood why the Dragon Silkworm Clan was so loyal and devoted to the tomb owner. With a Dragon Pearl that only existed in legends, how could they possibly give it up?
Dragon Silkworm feed on the Dragon Qi.
Before them stood the enormous Ancestral Dragon Pearl, a priceless treasure that held a fatal attraction for the Dragon Silkworm Clan.
Moreover, it is said that the Dragon Ball can Dragon Qi, and if placed in Dragon Veins, it can automatically attract essential substances.
The tomb owner, using some unknown method, managed to bury himself within it without damaging the Ancestral Dragon Pearl.
Undoubtedly, the Ancestral Dragon Pearl is made of the highest grade material, making it sturdy and indestructible.
Even if the Dragon Silkworm Clan had selfish motives and wanted to dissect this pearl, they simply couldn't do it.
Therefore, when they consume Dragon Veins in a place and carry out a great migration, they will always carry the Ancestral Dragon Pearl in the large tomb and never abandon it.
"My lord!" the Old Silkworm screamed in agony; it was truly time for its corpse to be exposed to the elements.
In an instant, the ten thousand dragons raised their heads, their roar shaking the heavens. Countless Dragon Silkworm, as if summoned, all swooped down toward Qin Ming, their eyes turning red.
The Two Figurines figures, whose physical bodies still had the Secret Treasure gates open, were subjected to a fatal threat. Ripples spread outward from their own centers, seemingly gentle, but the final result was chilling.
Around him, all the Dragon Silkworm, large and small, that attacked him were instantly shattered. Even the larger dragon-shaped strange insects disintegrated and crumbled inch by inch.
If Qin Ming and his companions are not handled properly, the Two Figurines may dry up and rot like withered wood in the long run.
Even the Supreme Experts of ancient times are dead after all, and their Secret Treasure cannot continue to generate power for long.
Taking advantage of his final moment of glory, Qin Ming stomped on the Ancestral Dragon Pearl repeatedly, trying to crush it and force out the mysterious tomb master inside.
Unfortunately, the Ancestral Dragon Pearl was too tough and indestructible.
The Two Figurines are no longer in their original state and cannot bestow the supreme Dharma upon them.
Around it, Chi Dragon fell in a flurry, and Dragon Silkworm exploded in countless bursts.
"Oh!"
"Ha ha----"
Before the spiritual light of Zhou Ke, Lu Qi, and Xi Sheng went out, they witnessed this magnificent scene. They didn't know whether Yuan was crying or laughing; they felt despair as well as a bit of pleasure.
In an instant, the three Saint Disciple died, and all the members of the Three Great Organizations searching for the Great Tomb in this region were wiped out.
"The Dragon Ball can't be broken!" Qin Ming frowned deeply.
If only the real dragon were here, we could lock it deep inside Torn Cloth and, regardless of whether it could be revived, let it rot in jail first.
However, Qin Ming's true form certainly didn't dare to approach.
Ever since witnessing the Two Figurines suddenly erupt, he realized that these ancient people were all ruthless and heartless, and he even began to doubt whether the Two Figurines were truly still dead.
Qin Ming led the Two Figurines, intending to use their secret power to seal the Ancestral Dragon Pearl and take it out of this place.
Suddenly, the bead, the size of a water basin, glowed, intertwined with Dao Patterns, and violently broke free, accompanied by bursts of dragon roars. The figure sitting cross-legged within it became clearer than before.
The person was dressed in feathered robes, and their outline was already indistinct.
"Has it come back to life?" Qin Ming asked gravely.
The Ancestral Dragon Pearl hovered in the air, radiating a sacred glow that illuminated the entire night sky as bright as day. Countless strands of Nine-Colored Divine Haze shone down upon all directions.
All the Chi Dragon were chirping softly; even in this critical moment, there was still an urge to worship them.
"Could the tomb owner also be Dragon Silkworm?" Qin Ming was somewhat doubtful. If it were a strange insect hiding inside the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, its size would be a good fit.
However, he shook his head, saying that the Ancestral Dragon Pearl could most likely form its own small world.
He then gleaned from the Dragon Silkworm's thoughts that its master was nine-tenths likely a human.
This area, the so-called Wanlong, was turned into a large area of blood mist after several dives, suffering heavy losses.
It is the blood of its form that is like the living Ancestral Dragon Pearl.
It hangs high in the night sky, with Two Figurines facing each other.
"Master, have you recovered?" The Old Silkworm's voice trembled.
Qin Ming did not detect any emotional fluctuations in the Ancestral Dragon Pearl; it was more like an instinctive reaction of seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.
The dormant power within the Ancestral Dragon Pearl was passively awakened in order to protect itself.
The Old Silkworm, filled with hope, said, "Our lord has even managed to find a legendary treasure like the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, his power is beyond compare. Having been nurtured by Dragon Qi for so many years, if we awaken, shouldn't we be able to suppress this fiend?"
In the distance, the Little Worm finally arrived!
Qin Ming's true form can understand the specific dynamics of this place through resonance. After the Two Figurines erupt, the Little Worm only needs to show its face slightly, which is a terrifying deterrent.
At this moment, the Little Worm appeared in its true form, standing high in the sky, its Evil Qi Chongxiao, looking down at the Ten Thousand Dragons Carrying the Tomb in front of it.
"Ah?" some of the Dragon Silkworm exclaimed in surprise.
Old Silkworm looked up at the sky, his face deathly pale. He had studied those stone carvings for years and could recognize the Two Figurines, so he could naturally recognize the Little Worm as well.
In an instant, they felt like they were about to explode.
An ancient sage was bad enough, but he was already quite fierce and disturbed the tomb owner. Now that the Ancestral Dragon Pearl has been revived, who knows what will happen next?
The craftsman was there, and yet another ancient person arrived.
The Old Silkworm thought, "This world is so absurd and unreal. How can ancient great figures who should have died keep appearing one after another?"
Especially the one in the night sky, whose identity is very special, has an innate sense of oppression for the Dragon Silkworm Clan.
"The Insect Emperor!" The Old Silkworm's voice trembled, a sound born of awe and fear from the depths of his soul.
This is the Insect Emperor who was active in the world five thousand years ago. The owner of the Old Silkworm vowed to personally draw this person, and his Zilong Dragon Silkworm Clan filled in the gap.
The Old Silkworm, being a wondrous insect, reacted to the Insect Emperor as if a mortal Seeing God.
"The Insect Emperor?" Panic spread among the Dragon Silkworm Clan.
The Ancestral Dragon Pearl glowed, and the Two Figurines warriors faced off. Then, Little Worm arrived, but it still refused to retreat. Regardless of whether the tomb owner had been resurrected, its actions were very powerful.
Far away, Qin Ming's true form resonated with these thoughts, and his heart felt heavy.
If the power of the Ancestral Dragon Pearl is revived by external forces, then it can protect its master.
If the tomb owner were to revive himself, see the Two Figurines, and yet not retreat, even as Little Worm arrive, and still dare to continue the standoff, that would be rather frightening.
This shows that the deceased was overly confident and lacked vitality.
However, upon closer examination, a being capable of obtaining the Ancestral Dragon Pearl and claiming it as its own must be exceptionally powerful, perhaps even ridiculously so.
Even the guild leader said, "Obtaining the Ancestral Dragon Pearl does indeed offer some hope of Eternal Presence immortality."
In those prosperous times of ancient times, when the Supreme Experts were discussing several Longevity Path, they mentioned this Hai Pearl.
Qin Ming asked, "So, are you still going?"
"Let's take a closer look." The guild leader insisted on going, approaching the area.
"At this point, who would dare approach?" Old Silkworm immediately noticed a silver-haired warrior, like Heavenly Immortal being descending to earth, quietly arriving.
As night fell, a great light shone brightly over the place. When the chairman began his work, the Old Silkworm's pupils widened, and he began to question the meaning of life. Another ancient person was about to begin his work, and this time it was a figure personally drawn by the tomb owner during his lifetime.
The Old Silkworm's hand holding the Five-Colored Jade Book began to tremble, and its heart was filled with fear. No matter what era, the revival of the ancients was always a momentous event.
In such a short time, three ancient Supreme Experts have arrived.
The Old Silkworm's eyes were lifeless. What era was this? They couldn't understand it, and they couldn't adapt.
He muttered, "This can even be done—in a group?"
The Old Silkworm's face was as pale as paper, and he was filled with immense fear. He said, "Three ancient figures appearing together—is there any justice left in this world?"
As the guild leader approached, she looked down from high above at the broken graves and the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, her white robes fluttering as if she were dancing.
The Little Worm approached from one direction, causing many Dragon Silkworm to become agitated and fall into chaos.
Buzz!
The Ancestral Dragon Pearl roared, its light growing even brighter.
In a flash, it took the Five-Colored Jade Book from the Old Silkworm's hand.
The Old Silkworm staggered, and asked in a trembling voice, "Master, have you been resurrected?"
He received no response, but saw the figure standing before the broken grave teleporting toward him.
Qin Ming led the Two Figurines to attack him, and several nearby Earth Immortal Capital dead, with only Old Silkworm remaining.
With a thunderous roar, the Ancestral Dragon Pearl shone brilliantly, its Dao Patterns intertwined, tracing the void. The light it emitted, along with a portion of the Dragon Silkworm and the Nine-Colored Soil -Ice Coffin, was about to leave this place.
Undoubtedly, the arrival of the guild leader triggered a reaction from the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, which no longer wished to maintain the confrontation.
The arrival of a group of important figures from ancient times caused panic among the Dragon Silkworm Clan. This sentiment seemed to have been transmitted to the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, or perhaps the tomb owner himself was reviving.
Rumble!
A massive explosion, as if the sky were falling, occurred in this area.
The Dragon Qi surged upwards, boundless and endless, wreaking havoc everywhere.
At this critical moment, Qin Ming was forced to "go offline." When he returned, during the resonance, it seemed that the Two Figurines Ancestral Dragon Pearl had collided once.
"Who started this?" A chill ran down his spine.
The guild leader and the Little Worm have both retreated, and a destructive storm has formed over this area.
The old Old Silkworm died, unable to escape this calamity. The great tomb was ruined, and many Chi Dragon cried out in anguish and scream, with blood mist surging and staining the entire night sky red.
Amidst the terrifying upheaval of Daoist energy and the fierce impact of secret power, this land descended into chaos. Light poured forth, Dao Patterns expanded, and nothing else could be seen.
"Horrible!"
In the dim light, Qin Ming saw that the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, carrying a portion of its remains, plunged into the earth, transforming into a stream of light that traveled far away along the ground, completely leaving this region.
The guild leader spoke up, "This person possesses the Ancestral Dragon Pearl and was led into migration by the Dragon Silkworm Clan, constantly nourished by Dragon Qi. Perhaps he truly is one of the beings who has the hope of reaching that final stage."
The tomb owner was extremely terrifying, earning high praise from the association president.
As the surging Daoist energy gradually subsided, the endless light and interwoven Dao Patterns dissipated, and tranquility returned to the place.
The Two Figurines lay motionless in the night sky, their bodies dim and dark.
Undoubtedly, his release of the secret Secret Treasure consumed a large amount of his immortal power, causing problems in his condition.
With a hum, the world was filled with dazzling light. Whether it was the Dragon Qi, the Nine-Colored Soil that had exploded here, or the essence left behind by the dead Chi Dragon, all of them converged on the Two Figurines.
The Two Figurines, like the ocean embracing all rivers, attract Divine Substance to replenish themselves.
Qin Ming felt heavy-hearted. He had previously underestimated the power of these ancient figures. Although they were all dead, they could still stir up trouble and cause great Great Calamity in later generations.
Looking back, he thought he had taken three priceless bodies and used them for his own purposes, but now he felt that he had been somewhat shallow.
The corpses of these ancient Supreme Experts conceal unknown secrets; each of them yearned for immortality and left behind extraordinary methods.
Qin Ming snapped out of her daze, her dragon-like body resonating, and said, "Little Worm, quickly come with me to the Blind Dragon Silkworm!"
If they don't act soon, the Two Figurines will absorb all the Dragon Qi and silkworm Blood Essence here.
A large number of Chi Dragon died tragically, and some of their remains remained, shining brightly and imbued with a rich spirituality.
Qin Ming's true form also arrived. They realized that silkworm flesh was equivalent to dragon flesh and they had to harvest it all.
The Two Figurines ' bodies were no longer so dull, and they were even able to recover on their own.
Qin Ming's eyes were deep and unfathomable. Was such Supreme Experts truly still in a state of death?
He bowed his head and looked at the Little Worm that was searching for the Dragon Silkworm with him.
What he experienced today served as a stark reminder to him.
If one were to humiliate a great figure from ancient times, or destroy his physical body, or force him into a desperate situation, it would trigger unpredictable changes, which would be truly dangerous and terrifying.
Qin Ming and his ilk have realized that the ancients' understanding of this situation is quite profound.
He thought carefully, had he insulted the terracotta warrior? Had he insulted the insect? And had he insulted the chairman?
The president sensed something and looked in his direction.
Qin Ming smiled and said, "President, we often sit down and discuss philosophy, and our relationship has always been close. We could be considered bosom friends, right?"
The president stood gracefully, with bright eyes and white teeth, her features exquisite. She smiled slightly and said, "My lord—"
"Hiss!" Qin Ming gasped, a slight tremor running through him. Was using the word "Master" an insult to the guild leader?