Night Without End

Chapter 1534: Chapter 623: Great Saint Brothers (Part 2)

As a fellow Ye State person, Qin Ming knew very well the temperament of the Ye State.

He ate Dragon Silkworm, drank meat soup, his whole body glowing, Tao Patterns interweaving, and he had already begun冲关.

The golden meat, the broth exuding rich fragrance, greatly stimulated his appetite.

The golden silk parasol rotated above his head, also released, acting as his protector.

This wasn’t the first time the Furnace of Eight Trigrams had seen Little Huang; both Artifact Spirits had some vague, ancient, fragmented memories, and had vaguely heard of each other.

Qin Ming reminded it: "Little Huang, this time you’re not allowed to use the Memory Crystal."

A moment later, his whole body began to heat up, torrents of scorching currents spread throughout him, surging through his limbs and bones, and then his blood flow sped up.

After half a two hours, Qin Ming’s transformation became fierce.

In this process, he circulated Chaos Force, combing through all his meridians, especially focusing on Heaven Supporting Strength, determined to completely accomplish this Skill.

"Mingzi’s breathing momentum is a bit terrifying." The Old Furnace sighed.

With each inhale and exhale of Qin Ming, Tao Rhythm surged; the airstream he spewed out slammed into the Secret Gold Wall, producing a deafening impact.

Clearly, his exhalation alone could kill a master.

These blasts of turbid air he forcefully blew out during his transformation were actually comparable to a Flying Sword; if it had been an ordinary Copper Wall and Iron Wall, it would have already been riddled through.

Mist and haze coiled around his body, Tao Patterns spreading; his entire body was shrouded in white fog, like a man who had attained Enlightenment quietly sitting in meditation, ready to ascend in feathered flight at any moment.

Qin Ming ran the Silk Scripture with all his might, all forces moving together, fusing into Unity, no longer bringing him the bone-shattering agony of last time.

However, the needle-prick sensation and faint accompanying pain—some minor issues—still remained.

"Far better than last time."

Qin Ming wasn’t in a hurry; he slightly slowed his circulation speed, carefully probing every subtle node within his body, searching for dangerous factors that did not fit with Chaos Force.

"If I forcibly suppress it, I won’t解体 this time." He gained some Enlightenment in his heart; last time, when he combed through his meridians and微调ed his circulation trajectory with the Life Changing Scripture, the effect had been obvious.

However, this time Qin Ming didn’t plan to suppress it; he wanted to let it take its natural course. Even if he blew up, it was fine. Discovering problems in advance and detonating them was better than letting them accumulate and erupt all at once in the end.

"The True Scripture refined by Heaven Supporting Strength has very high gold content; it contains not only the Human Clan’s Miao Techniques but also the top True Scriptures of the Demon Clan, strength pushed to the extreme where it can shake the heavens... that is Open Heaven."

Qin Ming suddenly felt that once he brought Heaven Supporting Strength to perfection, subdued it, and fused it, he could use it to mutually verify with the Heaven opening Axe, and there would most likely be some pleasant surprises.

"Mingzi... cracked." The Old Furnace whispered.

Qin Ming sat cross-legged there, with a solemn, treasure-like visage; yet in this harmonious atmosphere, blood began to trickle from his brow, and a crack spread downward from his frontal bone.

This scene was truly a bit horrifying—a person seemed about to split into two halves.

Little Huang was very calm; this wasn’t its first time witnessing this, and it said, "No destruction, no construction—crack, crack away. Watch it enough times and you get used to it."

"I feel like my hands can hold up the sky!" Qin Ming murmured. As his brow split open and blood-red fissures crisscrossed over his body, he was still pondering something.

The Old Furnace sighed inwardly; this was truly somewhat perverse.

Qin Ming seemed to have lost his sense of pain, immersed in his own Enlightenment world, whispering, "Where did it go wrong? Why does the True Form only leave behind both hands? Are the arms too fragile?"

In the end, under Qin Ming’s indulgence, his Body exploded, and quite miserably at that.

In fact, the bloody scene was no weaker than last time.

The Old Furnace let out an "Ah," feeling itself no longer clean, drenched head to toe in Ming’s blood.

The main issue was, it couldn’t defend; this was Qin Ming’s blood Essence, which would ultimately have to flow back to him. If it opened a light curtain and accidentally refined it into green smoke, it could very likely cause great loss of Primordial Qi for the other party.

With a bang, Qin Ming further解体.

In an instant, a scene that left the Old Furnace utterly baffled arrived.

Two of Qin Ming’s severed fingers were embedded in the cracks on the Furnace Body.

"This..." The Old Furnace had never experienced such a thing; if this were on the battlefield, it would have already woven Tao Patterns over its entire body and bounced them back.

In the blink of an eye, an even more horrifying scene appeared.

"Urgh!" The Old Furnace gagged.

Because half of Mingzi’s left foot had blown into the large hole in the furnace lid.

That spot was like its mouth, and it ended up stuffed full with half a foot.

"Mingzi... urgh!" As its furnace lid shook violently, the half bloodstained left foot slid inside, as though swallowed into its belly.

The golden silk parasol spoke faintly: "You actually eat people!"

With a splat, blood splashed over, and it immediately shut up.

Because it was implicated as well. A metal secret chamber ten zhang tall might not be small if only one person was in闭关, but once flesh and blood were allowed to explode, it really wasn’t enough.

The enchanting figure on the parasol surface was all dyed red; Little Huang looked like it was wearing heavy makeup, and the key was that it couldn’t absorb any of it.

On its body, it was like someone had opened a giant dye workshop, which truly made it feel the bullying of a parasol had gone too far.

The golden silk parasol decisively used the Memory Crystal again, once more recording Qin Ming’s tragic black material.

"Urgh!" The Old Furnace’s lid leapt up, spitting Qin Ming’s half foot from its furnace body.

Though Qin Ming felt searing pain, he still made fun out of suffering, saying, "Both of you have my bloodline flowing on you; does this count as..."

"It doesn’t!" Little Huang protested angrily.

Qin Ming said, "What I was going to say is—does this count as滴血认主."

The Old Furnace trembled, shaking off a bodyful of blood, saying, "Mingzi, don’t get distracted, you’re almost completely blown to bits."

The third wave of explosions began, causing Qin Ming’s form to almost vanish.

Little Huang spoke faintly: "A great Peng rides the same wind in a single day, soaring up ninety thousand li." This time it was its turn to mock Qin Ming.

Even the Old Furnace sighed, saying, "The great Peng spreads its wings yet hates the sky too low; when it rams the firmament, only Ming himself is hurt."

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