During this process, Qin Ming's will—tempered by the endless Evil Aura of the Ancient God Ruins and tinged with cold hardness and killing intent—seemed to find a different kind of comfort and grounding amid this ancient, simple scene filled with the warmth of everyday life and the vitality of nature.
His heart felt as though it had been cleansed by a clear spring, becoming more lucid, harmonious, and peaceful.
The tension he felt whenever he deliberately resisted the Killing Will gradually and imperceptibly eased away, creating a wondrous resonance with his surroundings and this ordinary life.
His journey continued.
Qin Ming's state of mind was also changing in silence.
Ten years later, Qin Ming's mind had gradually settled into peace. He no longer chose to keep wandering, instead casually picking a city where he planned to settle down for a while.
Before entering the city, Qin Ming spotted some bluish-green grass by the roadside and was reminded of his previous life. He casually plucked a blade and held it between his lips.
Savoring its faint grassy bitterness, he gave a soft laugh before strolling unhurriedly toward the city gate.
Inside the city, as he walked along the broad official road, Qin Ming saw quite a few martial artists in fitted outfits over the course of just three or five kilometers. Their auras were far fiercer than ordinary people's as they rode tall horses, either alone or in groups, thundering past him and kicking up clouds of dust.
None of them could even be bothered to spare Qin Ming, dressed plainly at the roadside, a glance.
In the end, Qin Ming rented a modest street-facing shop in a relatively secluded, though not desolate, lane in the southern part of the city for ten taels of silver.
After simply cleaning it