After that, outside, new scenery appeared. The outline of the small courtyard went from blurry to clear, the entire garden full of Divine Medicine and Immortal Herbs, flowing with multicolored radiance.

Qin Ming’s heart turned cold. The legendary courtyard that was like a Divine garden actually only condensed into being after the old house appeared.

There Spirit Flower and strange grasses grew everywhere, competing in splendor, all of them legendary Divine species.

Qin Ming took a deep breath; the rich fragrance spread through his mouth and nose, even winding into his Pure Yang Consciousness. What was going on? It was only an old scene, yet it could still affect the present world?

He was suddenly chilled, his Spirit on high alert.

Then, behind the old house, black threads intertwined, a strange wind howled, cold to the bone, pitch-black ice grains appeared, and the ground was covered in snow as dark as ink.

That back courtyard too was something that condensed out of nothingness after the house appeared.

"It’s not a real courtyard, or is it that the tangible house and courtyard are gradually descending here out of the Void?"

This was truly terrifying; the master of the old house was unfathomable.

Finally, the creaking sound rang out again; the tattered wooden door was pushed open, and out poured endless dense white immortal fog, as if a worldly-reclusive master were walking out.

Slow footsteps sounded clearly, and there was even the sound of a cane tapping the floor.

The Pure Yang Qi, truly Extremely Strong and Yang, rushed straight toward him, making Qin Ming feel as if his Spirit was about to turn to Embers—was this the radiation of a peerless Immortal Tao Domain?

Soon, a chilly aura spread out again, making one feel as if falling into the Nine Netherworld.

Within the immortal fog, a pair of silver-white pupils appeared, looking toward Qin Ming’s side.

Qin Ming’s heart tightened; it felt like some monster was staring at him across history and time.

Regardless of whether this was an old scene, whether the other side could gaze upon later generations or not, he took precautions, using the broken cloth to block, cutting off the connection between them.

Only when that gaze turned elsewhere did Qin Ming press against the broken cloth again and reexamine the other party.

All the victims through the ages said they could not see the disaster at all; there was nothing there, and when they looked ahead it was like being blind with their eyes open—they could not perceive anything.

Qin Ming merged with the broken cloth and saw a pair of indistinct feet, and silver eyeballs; as for the rest... he could not see through it, that place was covered by white immortal fog.

This was extremely outrageous; the white fog could actually block perception, and no matter what means were used it was useless.

However, Qin Ming was far better off than others—at least he saw part of the truth.

Those eyes had no distinction between pupil and sclera; the entire thing was a silver eyeball, which was honestly rather frightening to look at.

Then, time here became mottled and chaotic; Qin Ming suddenly could see nothing at all. In a daze, he sensed that creature seemed to be feeding, but it was extremely vague.

Not until the radiant ascension rain rose, the old house burned, the Divine garden was burned to ashes, and the black snow melted, did Qin Ming’s Spirit tremble as he realized that monster had left!

The way it descended and departed was both very peculiar.

The charred land between the three stone mountains was the result of this place being affected when the old house and courtyard were burned.

If it had been a real courtyard that was destroyed, that would have been sheer waste, for the countless Divine Medicine and Immortal Herbs in the courtyard were simply priceless treasures.

"It should only have brought a Divine scene along, rather than having the real courtyard descend."

As blazing Fire burned, Qin Ming fixed his gaze on the radiant ascension rain.

He pondered: judging from what he had seen, those feet were truly not small; it should not be a woman.

Its steps were slow, carrying a sense of decrepitude. From the distance between those silver eyeballs and the ground, one could judge that this person was mostly hunched; otherwise, their height would not match such large feet.

As Qin Ming was musing, within the firelight and Embers, a silver gaze fell toward him.

"What’s going on?"

All the scenery had vanished, so why was there still a pair of dim silver eyes condensed in the Void, gazing at Little Worm?

The place was already quiet. The old house and courtyard, as well as the final glow of Fire, had all dissipated completely, leaving only the charred land behind.

Yet in midair, a pair of eyeballs flowing with faint Silver Light was still suspended.

Qin Ming was horrified; how could such a situation occur?

All the Ancestor Masters of past generations had come here and, after careful investigation, had discovered nothing unusual—yet he had actually run into the real one here?

Qin Ming’s head felt as heavy as a bucket; it was hard to believe.

In an instant he calmed down; something was off. This pair of silver eyeballs was dim, lacking that crushing pressure that made one’s Spirit collapse.

This should not be the disaster’s true body returning to the scene!

The key point was that the silver eyeballs were actually staring at Little Worm. That look was very strange, first scrutinizing, and then they shrank; a faint golden pupil that had not existed earlier emerged.

It was... surprised?

The eyeballs moved, slowly drifting toward Little Worm.

It was clear they were extremely solemn, yet not afraid; after all, they dared to fly directly over.

Qin Ming, on the other hand, wanted to suck in the Night Fog—this monster knew... Little Worm?

There was no need to even think about it; with Little Worm’s sky-piercing baleful aura, its background was probably unimaginably terrifying.

Qin Ming’s heart quaked violently. This discovery made him completely reassess the Chairman, the Two Puppets, and Little Worm.

Earlier, he had thought the three Bodies belonged to great figures, but had not overestimated them too much; after all, they were experimental bodies of the Three Major Organizations.

Moreover, the three had regressed severely; now, a Grandmaster Level Spiritual Light of consciousness Possession could restart three ancient war chariots.

Looking at it now, Qin Ming felt his estimation was off!

"Perhaps they are great figures from an unimaginably distant era, who, as life after life passed, have thus regressed to the Fifth Realm."

Qin Ming even suspected that if one went back another one or two eras, it might have required an Earth Immortal’s Spiritual Light of consciousness to set those three ancient war chariots in motion again.

Soon he thought of this: these were the three Bodies that the old Chairman of the God like Association, the Insect Emperor, and the leader of the Wangsheng yong Organization had personally warned their subordinates about, allowing no mishaps.