Night Without End

Chapter 1475: Chapter 608: Grave-Mates’ Gathering

Zhou Ke, Lv Qi, and Xi Sheng heard this and all staggered back step after step, their scalps tingling as if shocked by electricity, numb and aching, as though about to split open.

The three Saints’ expressions all changed drastically; they simply couldn’t believe what they were hearing, nor what they were seeing.

This Zheng Guang—Master Zhi Shan—had a severe problem. How could he be some future Great Saint of the Demon Clan? He was suspected to be an ancient supreme powerhouse.

The few others like Jin Mei and the Pangolin, who had been following the three Saints all along, were also retreating now.

As Earth Immortals, they had roamed the underground for years. What strange, uncanny things had they not seen? They all had strong hearts, yet now they were chilled to the bone.

They suspected they were witnessing the resurrection of an ancient Strongest.

"You are..." Zhou Ke, the Saint of the Wangsheng yong Organization, had already turned pale. She stared at Zheng Guang’s face, her lips trembling.

Under the night sky, Qin Ming stood with his hands behind his back and turned his head to look at the few people behind him.

Zhou Ke was struck as if by lightning and cried out "Ah!" in shock, then involuntarily retreated another nine steps.

She was completely certain—this was the very person the highest echelon of the organization had ordered them to secretly investigate!

More precisely, this was one of the "Immortality samples" the Wangsheng yong Organization had lost.

But how... had he come back to life?

When Qin Ming looked back, he realized his identity had been exposed.

At the Ten Thousand Dragons Tomb, the mirror light had shone over, revealing his "true form," displaying the Two Puppets’ real appearance.

At this moment, he was not only valiant and imposing, but also exuded an oppressive presence that commanded awe without anger.

Completely different from Little Worm’s sky‑piercing evil aura, when the Two Puppets did not speak and simply stood there expressionless, he radiated an inherent majesty, a blazing righteous aura.

He was even so upright that he seemed a bit rigid.

When Zhou Ke saw him look over, her heart quaked violently, her beautiful face drained of color. Was she witnessing an unspeakable miracle?

The old leader of the Wangsheng yong Organization had long pursued this goal in vain, with no grasp at all of ever reaching that Domain, yet this person had done it—dying and then reviving, dwelling eternally between heaven and earth!

"My lord!" She dropped to one knee to show her submission.

Behind her, Jin Mei was completely stunned. The man who had acted in the same squad as her, exploring the Heavenly Pit together, actually had such a background—it could practically shake the Supreme Organization.

Her mind went blank, and she followed Zhou Ke in kneeling.

"Zhou Ke, he is..." Lv Qi could not calm himself.

"Is he your ’Immortal Body’?" Saint Xisheng of the organization maintaining its presence in the world asked her in secret.

Zhou Ke dared not answer, for when the higher‑ups ordered them to search, they had sternly warned them not to make a big fuss, only to search in secret.

Saints like them, and Great Grandmasters and other members of the Direct Lineage, had all seen the portrait.

All they knew was that this was one of the most important Immortality samples. The old leader had personally inquired about him and studied his past and Scripture Techniques.

Qin Ming spoke. "Stand up. What’s past is past. In this life, I am only Zheng Guang."

Zhou Ke lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

"Does this one know that he himself is an experimental subject? If he is fully aware..." Zhou Ke didn’t dare think any further.

Behind them, seeing her so full of reverence, Lv Qi and Xi Sheng felt chilled to the core. In the distance loomed the Ten Thousand Dragons Tomb; before them stood an ancient supreme powerhouse.

The Yin Yang Dog, as a wounded one, had been allowed to remain on the surface to recuperate. His whole dog face had gone numb.

Over at the Ten Thousand Dragons Tomb, the mirror light faded, and some being muttered softly, "Why is it someone from so long ago? Did he truly reach that step?"

Qin Ming’s eyes were deep as he gazed ahead and said, "A single dream spans a thousand autumns; who among us is not crossing a tribulation?"

The Flood Dragon that had been roaring toward this side now seemed to have realized something. It gradually quieted down, not daring to act rashly anymore.

The Yin Yang Dog’s legs were trembling. He felt that his dog life surviving this far was no small feat. Just who on earth had he provoked?

The three Saints were all people who had seen immense scenes. Each had a Supreme Martial hall backing them and had even wanted to research the Immortal Blood Calamity, yet today’s events still far exceeded their expectations, sending chills through their hearts.

They wanted to retreat, but did not dare to move.

"Do you still remember who you are?" a voice came from the Ten Thousand Dragons Tomb.

Qin Ming, in resonance with the Body of the Two Puppets, displayed a great, unrestrained air and said, "Why cling to memory? Who I am today is not who I was yesterday; who I will be tomorrow is not who I am today."

His wide sleeves fluttered as he looked up at the pitch‑black firmament. "Chang Sheng lies in change, not in some withered tomb, nor a stagnant pool."

From the big tomb came a cold voice. "You dare speak to this seat in such a manner?"

Qin Ming stood tall in midair, overlooking the front, and said, "Since your master does not speak, how dare you be so presumptuous?"

In his heart he sighed; he had been forced up onto the stage.

Now that his true body had been revealed, his every word and deed could not be "petty" or small‑time. Even knowing there was danger, he had to grit his teeth and push forward.

His bearing could not be too low‑key, or it simply wouldn’t match the image of an ancient war chariot reigniting.

It was obvious that through resonance, Qin Ming had learned a few things.

Primarily, there were violent emotional fluctuations rising and falling at the Ten Thousand Dragons Tomb.

The resurgence of an ancient Strongest had caused the beings in the Immortal Tomb to lose composure.

Qin Ming swept his gaze over calmly and said, "Tracing back eight thousand years into antiquity, I have never once tasted defeat in my life."

Not far away, the three Saints stared at his back and felt only that the more they looked up, the higher he seemed, filling them with longing. For a moment their eyes burned, their hearts surging wildly.

The Yin Yang Dog was deeply shaken and muttered inwardly, "What a show‑off—but he’s really damn strong. He dares, all alone, to shout at ten thousand dragons, ignoring the living beings of the Immortal Tomb."

Zhou Ke’s body trembled slightly. Could this Immortality experimental body actually retain his former memories? This was the highest goal the Wangsheng yong Organization had been pursuing—the true Wangsheng yong.

Behind the ten thousand dragons, by that ancient tomb, after a brief silence, a voice came. "I have seen the virtuous predecessor."

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