Night Without End

Chapter 1482: Chapter 609: Dancing on the Strongest’s Grave_4

Qin Ming said, "Are you still going there?"

"To have a closer look." The Chairman insisted on proceeding, nearing that domain.

"At this time, who would dare approach?" The Old Silkworm immediately noticed a silver-haired woman, as though a Heavenly Immortal had descended upon the world, quietly arriving.

As the night dispersed, a Great Brightness flourished here. When the Chairman appeared, the Old Silkworm’s pupils widened, beginning to doubt life itself. Another ancient figure emerged, and it was a person the tomb master himself had depicted during his lifetime.

The Old Silkworm’s hands trembled as he held the Five-colored Jade Book, his heart filled with trepidation. No matter the era, the resurgence of the ancients is a seismic event.

How long had it been, with three consecutive arrivals of ancient strongest?

The Old Silkworm’s eyes were vacant. What kind of era was this? He felt he couldn’t understand or adapt to it.

He murmured, "Can they... appear as a group like this?"

The Old Silkworm’s face turned pale as paper, his heart filled with immense fear. He said, "Three ancient figures appearing together... is there any justice left?"

As the Chairman approached, she gazed down from the sky at the shattered tomb and the Ancestor Dragon Pearl, her plain clothes fluttering as if dancing.

The Little Worm approached from a direction, causing many Dragon Silkworms to become agitated, leading to great chaos.

Buzz!

The Ancestor Dragon Pearl roared, its radiance becoming even more intense.

In a flash, it guided away the Five-colored Jade Book from the Old Silkworm’s hand.

Because of this, the Old Silkworm staggered, his voice trembling, "Master, have you been resurrected?"

He received no response, yet saw the figure standing before the shattered tomb instantaneously approach him.

Qin Ming led the Two Puppets to strike at him, while nearby several Earth Immortals had already perished, leaving only the Old Silkworm.

With a thunderous boom, the Ancestor Dragon Pearl shone brilliantly, with intertwined Tao Patterns twisting the Void, emitting light that enveloped some Dragon Silkworms, along with NineColored Soil and an Ice Coffin, intending to leave this place.

Undoubtedly, after the Chairman’s arrival, the Ancestor Dragon Pearl reacted, unwilling to clash.

Ancient great figures assemble, causing panic among the Dragon Silkworm clan. This emotion seemed to convey to the Ancestor Dragon Pearl, or perhaps the tomb master himself is experiencing resurgence.

Rumble!

This domain experienced a cataclysmic explosion like the falling of the sky.

Dragon Energy soared into the heavens, boundless and infinite, rampaging everywhere.

At the critical moment, Qin Ming was forced "offline." When he returned and could resonate, he discovered the Two Puppets and Ancestor Dragon Pearl seemed to have collided once.

"Who struck first?" A chill went down his spine.

The Chairman and Little Worm retreated, forming a destructive storm in this domain.

The old Silkworm perished, unable to escape this calamity.

The big tomb lay in ruins, many Flood Dragons howled mournfully, screaming pitiably, blood mist surged, staining the entire night sky red.

Amid the terrifying Tao Rhythm turbulence, amid the violent Secret Power impact, this domain was in chaos, light poured, Tao Patterns expanded, and nothing else could be seen.

"How terrifying!"

Vaguely, Qin Ming saw the Ancestor Dragon Pearl enveloping some remnants, sinking beneath the earth’s surface, turning into a stream of light and traveling along the earth veins, completely leaving this domain.

The Chairman spoke, "This person possesses the Ancestor Dragon Pearl, migrated by the Dragon Silkworm clan, continually nourished by Dragon Energy. It might truly be one of the beings with hope of reaching that final step."

The tomb master was extremely formidable, earning high praise from the Chairman.

As the Tao Rhythm, resembling the rise and fall of Wang Yang, gradually settled, the endless light and interwoven Tao Patterns dissipated, returning tranquility to the place.

The Two Puppets lay in the night sky, their bodies very dim, unmoving.

Unquestionably, they released the Secret Treasure, expending a large amount of immortal power, causing a problem in their state.

With a buzz, the heavens sparkled, whether it was Dragon Energy, NineColored Soil exploding here, or the essence left behind after many Flood Dragons died, all converged towards the Two Puppets.

The Two Puppets absorbed Divine Material, replenishing themselves.

Qin Ming’s heart was heavy. He had underestimated these ancient strong beings; they had seemed dead, yet still managed to stir chaos in the future, leading to great calamities.

He recalled the past, considering the capture of three invaluable bodies for his own use, now feeling perhaps he had been somewhat shallow back then.

These corpses of ancient strongest individuals concealed unknown secrets, yearning for immortality, each leaving behind extraordinary means.

Qin Ming regained his composure, immediately resonated, "Little Worm, quickly help me snatch the Dragon Silkworm!"

If he didn’t act now, the Dragon Energy, Silk Blood Essence, and so on here would be absorbed by the Two Puppets.

Many Flood Dragons had died tragically, some remnants left behind, shining brightly, all containing rich Spiritual.

Qin Ming’s true self also arrived, feeling that silkworm flesh was equivalent to Dragon Medicine, demanding it be gathered completely.

The Two Puppets’ bodies were no longer so dim, able to self-recover.

Qin Ming’s eyes deepened; were such strongest individuals truly still in death?

He looked back and glanced at the Little Worm, searching for Dragon Silkworm on his behalf.

Today’s experiences made him highly alert.

If humiliating ancient figures or destroying their bodies, forcing them into desperation, would provoke unforeseen changes, truly dangerous and frightening.

Qin Ming felt the depths of ancient waters were somewhat unfathomable.

He carefully recalled, thinking he hadn’t insulted the Puppets, hadn’t insulted the Worm, nor had he insulted the Chairman?

The Chairman sensed and glanced his way.

Qin Ming smiled, "Chairman, we often sit and debate matters, always close in relations, could consider us intimate, right?"

The Chairman stood gracefully, her eyes bright, teeth white, brows like a painting, smiled slightly, "Master..."

"Hiss!" Qin Ming drew a breath of Night Fog, his heart slightly trembled; were the words "Master" considered insulting the Chairman?

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