The golden silk parasol listened quietly, saying nothing.
Shortly after, Qin Ming stopped speaking, staring into the heavy night, somewhat lost in thought, feeling it was better to keep his feet on the ground. The Heavenly Immortal was still too distant. Even if any remnants existed, they had long decayed, seemingly having regressed to the perfect level of Earth Immortal.
His body glowed, releasing a dense mass of golden threads, though not as smoothly as before.
"Usable!" Qin Ming nodded; this killer move was usable, which was enough.
He muttered to himself, "Well, I feel my condition after breaking through and rebirth is fantastic, I really want to have another battle, find someone for a trial."
The golden silk parasol lightly spoke, "I think there's still issue number one of the Tao Seed, its origin was differentiated from another more powerful being, maybe you should give it a try?"
"Forget it, I'm tired." Qin Ming shook his head.
He added, "Let's leave it for the future!"
