The Essence of the Night Mist World

Over ninety percent of the territory in the Night Mist World seemed buried in the abyss of eternal night, devoid of light year-round.

Within the boundless darkness, less than ten percent of the land nurtured fire springs.

Living by chasing fire was the iron rule of survival engraved deep in the bloodline of every race.

"I am already an Ancestor, yet crossing a no-man's-land still leads to running into mysterious events?"

Qin Ming looked back, the shock of such a truth striking his originally calm Heart Lake.

He did not take the Mist Gate, unwilling to leave any traces along the way.

After all, he had been far too unyielding this time, daring to go head-to-head with supreme dao fields like the Hall of Past Lives and the Mind-Observing Cult without the slightest compromise, blowing up their Ancestors and slaughtering their Saint Disciples.

If even a sliver of wind leaked out, he would come to a bad end.

Right now, he was already within the densely radiated range of the supreme dao fields.

Yet while traversing the no-man's-land devoid of fire springs, he had actually been "offended."

Initially, his spiritual vision twisted and blurred, followed by the surrounding space becoming disconnected, intermittent, and continuous, almost causing him to lose his way.

There was not a shred of light here, plunging him into absolute darkness.

Qin Ming actually felt like an ordinary person, as if locked in a claustrophobic space.

His five senses, divine perception, and the like were nearly stripped away entirely.

It was not until his six realms resonated, turning the Spiritual Field, burning the Heart Lamp, illuminating the True Form, and achieving Primal Chaos Unification—with New Life Power surging and manifesting in the boundless night—that the discomfort receded.

All the various techniques within Qin Ming's body vibrated together