On a moonlit night in the deep mountains, enormous strange creatures occasionally beat their fleshy wings as they passed over the dense forest, stirring gusts of air that made the leaves rustle.
Qin Ming chose to break through in the wilderness, where it would be easier to undergo tribulation.
This New World was strange. Even though divine abilities did not manifest and the combat strength of powerful figures was close to that of martial world folk, Heavenly Tribulations appeared every time someone broke through.
Moonlight lay over the forest floor like frost.
"The touch was silky and soft, gliding past my fingertips like satin. Its body lines were exceptionally smooth—utterly perfect."
Qin Ming stroked it with his hand, praising it endlessly.
If one did not know better, one would have thought he was commenting on the hair and body curves of a peerless beauty.
In truth, he was inspecting his spoils. From fur to flesh, they had all earned his highest approval.
Several strange creatures were lined up in a row: from the Nine-Radiance Ladybug to the Golden Crane, the Black Flood Dragon, and then the strange beast from the Sunset Glow Sect that possessed the Yin-Yang Origin Dao Aspect. Each was more extraordinary than the last.
"A feast for the eyes," Qin Ming praised.
As he looked at those Blood Medicines, his gaze burned with fervor.
"Look at these golden feathers, and these black-gold scales. Even after death, their spiritual charm remains, gleaming brilliantly like artworks wrought by ghosts and gods."
Qin Ming suddenly wondered whether he had been influenced by the External Demons.
Such words, such an expression—if outsiders saw them, it would truly be easy for them to misunderstand.
He was already in the process of "feeding the demon," swirling the golden liquid in a crystal cup.