Night Without End

Chapter 1471: Chapter 607: Ten Thousand Dragons Tomb

The night was vast and desolate, with stone mountains standing together like menacing giant beasts, their heads raised to the sky, disappearing into the mist.

"Holy Traveler, Your Highness, I’m here!" the Yin Yang Dog shouted.

It wore a mournful expression, utterly in pain, with a piece of its chin missing.

The Yin Yang Dog wanted to curse: Are you blind? I’m the guide, braving life and death in front, and now I’ve been beaten, didn’t you see? This world is not worth it.

Only an old grandmaster shouted for him, and then the newly arrived teams from the Traveler Civilization, World-Dwelling Organization, and Wangsheng yong gathered together, quickly exchanging information.

The old dog felt bitter inside, with his mouth almost "crippled" from the beating, there was indeed no place to speak of its sorrow.

Especially since that Master Zhi Shan looked over again, scaring it so much that its fur stood on end, afraid of receiving another big slap.

After a brief meeting, some of the newcomers from the three groups walked this way.

The saints of the Three Major Organizations, revered as Your Highnesses, held a very high status and did not personally come over; they remained together, discussing something.

"Who are you?" A middle-aged grandmaster stood up for the old dog, his presence strong, having reached the mid-stage of the Fifth Realm, vigorous, in his prime.

In such an environment, any grandmaster who could withstand the impact of the Tao Rhythm and act freely was truly remarkable.

"Who dares to bully our Traveler Civilization’s Earth Immortal?" He pointed out the old dog’s identity publicly, indicating that during the exploration of the Immortal Tomb by the Three Major Organizations, such infiltration and planting of personnel among them were nothing at all.

He strode forward confidently, saying, "Step forward to reply."

Qin Ming looked at him calmly and asked, "In what capacity are you speaking to me, trying to condemn me?"

At Qin Ming’s current level, there was no need for him to explain anything proactively when questioned by others.

The middle-aged grandmaster appeared rather tough and began to emit a killing intent, advancing further, "Do you want to oppose the Traveler Civilization?"

The Yin Yang Dog seemed to remember something, immediately transmitting, "Senior brother, some time ago, I dug up a Miracle Medicine on the ground, and luckily broke through to become a grandmaster."

The middle-aged grandmaster was suddenly stunned, turning to look at it, thinking to himself, You must be joking with me, saying this only now?

He needed to reassess the strength of the person opposite, who could slap a grandmaster flying and render the old dog powerless—how strong exactly?

The middle-aged grandmaster pondered that he himself might be able to slap the Yin Yang Dog, who had just broken through to the Fifth Realm, flying as well.

However, he had to calm down, as the person opposite already knew they were from the Traveler Civilization but remained so composed.

What made him even more apprehensive was that the person opposite proactively came forward and spoke, "Do you think coming from the Supreme Martial hall allows you to act imperiously and go unchecked?"

"Who are you?"

Behind, a great grandmaster from the Traveler Civilization personally spoke.

Even the Holy Traveler was surprised, looking this way, thinking that some minor disputes were nothing; unexpectedly, it alarmed the accompanying teacher-uncle.

"The great grandmaster is asking you a question!" The middle-aged grandmaster regained his toughness.

To take a step back, even if the person’s background was remarkable and they came from the Supreme Martial hall, so what? In the presence of His Highness and the great grandmaster, could he stir up trouble?

Qin Ming stood tall, responding indifferently, "Someone once called me the future Great Saint, yet here I am repeatedly provoked and even offended by an old dog."

The middle-aged grandmaster’s pupils contracted, who is this? A great shock surged in his heart, truly startled.

The words ’Great Saint’ carried immense weight; in the Yewu World, how many could bear such a title? All were beings of considerable standing.

Behind him, the great grandmaster was also taken aback; how was such a monster provoked so casually?

A pair of old eyes emitted two lightning-like beams of light.

The three saints ceased their conversation, their gaze also falling on the figure in the night mist ahead.

If only one major organization were present, Qin Ming truly wouldn’t reveal his identity, because the term "Great Saint" was indeed sensitive; being alone with a ruthless, powerful force might lead to his passive "disappearance."

Now, with organizations like the World-Dwelling Organization, Wangsheng yong, and the Traveler Civilization present, none dared to act openly.

The main point was, Qin Ming was playing a time gap, intending to use their strength to explore the Immortal Tomb.

Going in by himself was just too risky.

Moreover, leveraging their strength needed to be done early, departing gracefully before the main exploration team arrived.

The main force of the Earth Immortals was still in that far-off realm, having ventured deep into an unknown underground, temporarily cut off from the outside world, completely unaware that the real Immortal Tomb had been discovered by the peripheral members.

At present, danger and opportunity coexisted, and Qin Ming intended to take advantage and make a gamble.

The Yin Yang Dog was completely dumbfounded, who had it provoked?

The mere word "Great Saint" was suffocating; its vision darkened, ears buzzing, wanting to slap itself: why had it judged wrongly?

It wanted to say that this was actually a matter of racial instinct.

Think of it as just an old dog, how malicious could its intentions be?

"Dare I ask, brother, who are you..." A saint from the Traveler Civilization spoke, walking towards here, a red Tao pattern on its forehead resembling a vertical eye.

At the edge of the meteorite’s Heavenly Pit, thick fog lingered, as if connected to Hell, pitch-black, where nothing could be seen.

Qin Ming stood with hands behind his back on the edge of the Heavenly Pit, his figure somewhat blurred, speaking calmly, "My name is Zheng Guang, also known as Master Zhi Shan."

Although afraid, the Yin Yang Dog couldn’t help but want to curse: To hell with Zhi Shan! How are you good at all? I just wanted to manipulate you, and ended up getting slapped twice in succession.

The Holy Traveler frowned slightly, pondering inwardly: Zheng Guang the Great Saint? Never heard of it.

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