For a full three months afterward.
Moth Ancestor's corpse led Qin He all across the Abyss World. With the convenience of Void Divine Art, no matter where they went, they arrived in a single step.
Qin He's eyes had truly been opened.
All told, Moth Ancestor's corpse stopped at thirty-six places.
Above and below the earth, in pocket worlds of the void, and in all manner of nameless secret lands with no paths leading to them at all.
The diversity of the Abyss World far exceeded Qin He's expectations.
There were ancient palaces of unknown origin, drifting uncertainly above the clouds.
Ancient altars established deep within the molten heart of the earth.
Mysterious little worlds traveling through the void.
An air pocket within an endless swamp.
Stone huts in the wilderness, sunken ships in the desert, and ruined ancient temples in the deep mountains and old forests, overrun by wild grass and creeping vines.
Wherever Moth Ancestor's corpse went, Qin He followed. He even encountered two lurking supernatural entities along the way and casually laid them to rest.
Moth Ancestor's corpse remained unmoved. Most of the time, it was silent.
Qin He tried every trick he could think of to coax it into speaking. Even learning a little more information would have been good.
Three months later, Moth Ancestor's corpse finally stopped. For the first time, it spoke to Qin He on its own initiative. "To become a saint in the End-of-Dharma Age, young man, you are enough to rival the divine bloodlines of the Mythic Era. Let us call that era that for now. What is your name?"
"Qin He, courtesy name Nameless, style Green Ox Immortal." Qin He patted his chest, greatly surprised. Then he asked, "And you, Senior?"
"I..."
A somewhat familiar look of bewilderment appeared on