Night Without End

Chapter 1369 - 578: Wild Immortal Realm

Late spring, light rain patters down, wetting the cobblestone path.

Time has flown by, Qin Ming buried himself in arduous cultivation, as if just overnight, raising his head again only to find the heavy snow completely melted away.

He reached the village entrance, gazing into the distance, amidst the hazy rain, grasses grew, orioles flew, and distant mountains were verdant like dark jade.

The rain intensified, the Heibai Dual Trees gently swayed, their leaves became increasingly fresh, glistening with a sheen.

Surrounding Qin Ming’s body was a mist of light, warding off the dense raindrops.

In daily enlightenment, he enjoyed sitting under the dual trees, sometimes not moving for dozens of days, the villagers had long become used to it.

Sensing the seasons like flowing water, a brief trance followed, he sat cross-legged and read the letters accumulated over months.

"Brother Ming, come quickly, the Wild Immortal Territory, auspicious birds soaring, Heavenly Horses in flocks, so much medicine it can’t fit in a pot, unimaginable, recently explorers have gone mad, all earning fortunes."

This was Bai Meng’s last letter, a matter from over twenty days ago.

He flipped through, discovering the opening of two Ancient Mist Gates sparked a wave of exploration, and many flocked there, as the resources were indeed somewhat abundant.

However, fifty days ago, the top brass delved deep into ancient texts, astonished to find that the recently opened Mist Gate couldn’t be considered an ancient path, for the sages of Yujing back in the day hadn’t explored it.

Both gates were merely marked, but... no one had ever ventured there.

Yet this time, it meant they were opening the gateway to a New World.

Originally, people intended to follow the path of previous sages for opportunity, not expecting to become the first adventurers in that mystical world.

The upper echelon quickly corrected the error; one world was barren and dangerous, soon called off, only permitted to return, not venture, eventually completely sealed.

The other New World, even wanting to halt it couldn’t be done.

Because, many went "prospecting", continually back and forth, its value exceedingly high.

Why did it become a paradise? Initially discovered primarily for its safety, many Alien Species had low Taoist level, fewer bloodshed incidents.

Correspondingly, the medicinal herb grade initially discovered wasn’t high either.

However, as deeper exploration occurred, people surprisingly found that each region traversed presented a delightful surprise.

There wasn’t a lack of high-quality Big Medicine, only hidden deeper.

Reportedly, various major forces couldn’t sit still, dispatching exploration teams to that New World for development.

Even some Great Grandmasters were moved, those with wealthy resources even borrowing "sky-high loans", to acquire a trace of Xuanhuang Qi and try their luck.

It was an unclaimed land, everything primitive, wild, awaiting development.

Moreover, Earth Immortals declared, even digging up Heaven and Earth Opening Level treasure medicine wasn’t impossible.

Of course, this was somewhat exaggerated, his mention of Heaven and Earth Opening Level likely meant Heavenly Immortal Level medicinal herbs, but even if they exist, they probably have degraded in level.

After all, now Heavenly Immortals, Heavenly Gods have decayed, unable to maintain their condition, let alone medicinal herbs of this level?

However, he solemnly assured this primitive Earth Realm, anything was possible, in case there existed Nine-Colored Ice Mountains, Ten-Colored Ice Caves, even Heavenly Immortals could live, treasure medicine could naturally be preserved frozen.

Thus, many now proclaim: there lies the Creation Land of Heaven and Earth Opening Level.

Qin Ming carefully read through the letters, discovering even Mr. Pei got fervently motivated, leaving a note in his heart: "Gathering Heavenly Immortal Medicine is not a dream."

Old Pei made a great vow, to pioneer and establish merits in that territory, to open a new page in the family chronicle.

Qin Ming was speechless, even the clear-minded and frugal Mr. Pei was so affected, did that land possess such magic?

Tang Yushang’s letter brimmed with confidence, writing: "Slashing through thorns and obstacles, Grandmaster’s path I’m the peak!"

Qin Ming thought, it had been a while since he checked her, Da Tang was getting high on itself again, thinking she could do it all.

Additionally, Meng Xinghai, Yao Ruoxian, Cheng Cheng, and others also talked of the New World, last one or two months, it was the nation’s hot topic, no subject had a higher buzz.

"Did I miss something?" Qin Ming pondered, he merely secluded himself for months, how was he so out of touch with the world, completely unaware of the outside world?

In the letters, he learned some transcendent major forces were prepared to enter the fray, building branches.

The Old Mountain above, Earth Immortal Dojo below seemed to be fervently excited due to this, each vigorous, believing this was the great opportunity to reopen heaven and reshape a new pattern.

Ultimately, a grand New World, unclaimed awaiting development, stirred all sides.

Of course, the old fellows on top were steadier, opposing the young for being too aggressive, believing in careful probing, first sending small troops for investigation.

"I dare say, the era of changing heaven and earth has arrived!"

"In the end, my Yujing Camp will inevitably face a great migration!"

These were passionate words of a group of radicals, including several Grandmasters, truly with heroic spirit.

People saw a worn stone tablet in that domain, only imprinted, in the form of Tao Rhythm remaining, meaning: Wild Immortal.

Thus, Wild Immortal Realm became the name of that domain.

"What year is tonight?" Qin Ming felt like he was worlds apart, developing an illusion, as if many years passed, missing the Great Opening Era.

Wen Rui came in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella, calling out: "Uncle."

His Immortal of Colossal Spirit’s bone was snapped by Qin Ming, refined and altered, restored to the height of an ordinary child.

Looking at his tender face, Qin Ming was certain, he hadn’t been isolated from the world for years.

"Wen Rui, how many times have you rebirthed?" Qin Ming asked.

"Five times." Wen Rui wasn’t overjoyed, nor excited, very composed.

"Not bad." Qin Ming nodded.

A year passed, this child steadily progressed, at this age to achieve such accomplishments was quite impressive.