Dark clouds weighed down, and heavy raindrops began to fall. The mournful sound of horns rang out, and within the dense killing aura, monsters, demonic birds, humans, and other shadowy figures flickered, locked in relentless slaughter. The ancient battlefield revived.
That great war, which had involved dozens or even hundreds of clans, seemed to transcend the river of time and descend upon the present world. In the night sky, Qin Ming hovered, spreading his arms wide. He welcomed the raindrops striking his face and gazed at the pitch-black, oppressive canopy of heaven.
He was fully prepared to break through. His foundational scripture circulated on its own, and his entire body gleamed with light. In the dark expanse, he resembled a blazing sun, ready to burst through the storm that filled the sky.
Threads of Innate Oneness Qi coiled around his five viscera and six bowels, even seeping out from his bones. Though the total amount was small, it nourished his own origin and pried upon the Dao rhythms of the outer world, making them descend upon him. This was like a medicinal primer.
As he accelerated the circulation of the Silk Scripture, it activated the life force deep within his flesh and blood. The familiar sensation gradually returned. Qin Ming’s body began to heat up.