If This Wasn't True Love

Qin Ming was covered in blood, but his eyes shone brightly. "Don't get carried away," he murmured.

Every time he broke through, his confidence soared. It was a disorienting feeling, as though he could control everything and tear a great hole in the sky with one hand.

Back when he was around eighteen, each breakthrough into a new major realm gave him the absurd confidence that he could blow Cao Qianqiu apart with one punch.

Tonight, that "invincible conviction" was stronger than ever.

It felt as though he could crush a Holy Land Master in his fist if one appeared before him.

If Su Lingshu, a Great Sage of the Seventh Realm, appeared again looking down on everyone and dared to dismiss Great Sage Zheng Guang as merely a big child among toddlers, Qin Ming felt sure he could make "Centennial Su" dance the Flying Swallow Dance on his palm.

He drew a deep breath. Moonlight flowed like water toward his mouth and nose. Then a vast white mist seemed to fill the night sky, pouring down over him.

Like a great demon of antiquity, Qin Ming drew in Moon Essence to cultivate. Cool Lunar Yin Force washed through his blazing Pure Yang Consciousness, clearing his mind completely. His mood gradually settled.

"Even if I can't run wild through the world and suppress a Holy Lord with one hand, I can at least match a True Immortal, can't I?"

He believed he should not let confidence go to his head, but neither should he sell himself short.

His cultivation had indeed risen dramatically.

Si Yeli's beautiful eyes shimmered like moonlight spread across the heavens. They gleamed as she gazed at his tall, godlike figure.

The Calamity Qi in the night sky dispersed. Qin Ming had advanced from Ancestor Realm Sixth