A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the moonlight, like a thin veil of white smoke, seemed to sway with the wind in the forest.
Qin Ming's resurgence, his consciousness like fire, and his desire to survive was intense!
He knew he was still in danger; the Silk Scripture had once ceased to operate, and only now did it start to emit a dim glow again.
Nonetheless, it was surprising enough to wake him from the brink of death.
Not long ago, he had truly experienced the feel of death, with his consciousness seed sinking into the Netherworld, lost in endless darkness.
At that time, the bloody soil was filled with a deathly aura, black as an abyss. In the final moment, the Golden Silk Jade Robe clung to him, breaking through the darkness and giving him the strength to escape.
Qin Ming introspected, and despite his entire body being covered with terrifying cracks, they were slowly healing. His heartbeat and breathing had returned, and he was no longer a living dead.
