363: Chapter 363 Qin Ming encounters a mysterious little black dog, a glance that lasts a lifetime.

"Mhm."

Heavenly Silkworm - Potato could naturally understand this; after all, this concerned Immortal Ascension, which certainly couldn't be compared to the previous transformations.

Subsequently, Jiang Hao slowly explained some methods for the transformation into a Red Dust Immortal.

This was the path he had walked himself, along with some experiences he had heard from Yuanshi and Spirit Treasure.

These might not necessarily suit the Divine Silkworm Clan, but they could provide him with some reference and inspiration.

As for how exactly to proceed with the Eleventh Transformation of the Divine Silkworm, the Heavenly Silkworm had to figure it out himself.

Jiang Hao was not of the Divine Silkworm Clan, so it was impossible for him to pave the way.

After listening, Heavenly Silkworm - Potato sat there in silence for a long time.

His eyes brightened one moment and dimmed the next, as if he were deep in thought.

This time, his eyes shone with startling brilliance, and his face wore a smile he couldn't hide.

Soon, several months passed. The God Emperor had been deep in meditation, remaining motionless.

One day, he suddenly found Jiang Hao in excitement.

"Heavenly Emperor, I've thought of it!"

Hearing this, Jiang Hao also became interested: "Tell me about it."

Heavenly Silkworm - Potato sat down, took a deep breath, and began to explain his idea.

"Our Divine Silkworm Clan's Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations—each transformation is a metamorphosis. If I were to jump directly to the eleventh transformation now, the gap would be too large, and the difficulty would change significantly."

The God Emperor spoke faster and faster, his eyes growing brighter.

"Then can I change my way of thinking? Can I apply this pattern once more? For the eleventh transformation, I won't seek to achieve it directly. Instead, I'll divide it into multiple small metamorphoses, just like the previous Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations. By combining multiple small metamorphoses into one grand metamorphosis, that will be the eleventh transformation!"

The God Emperor stood up, gesticulating wildly with excitement. At the same time, a Divine Silkworm corpse appeared in his hand.

Under his control, this Divine Silkworm corpse constantly changed.

Separating, merging, separating, merging.

The God Emperor then detailed the specifics of his method and demonstrated it with objects.

Jiang Hao looked at the God Emperor, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"This idea of yours is very interesting."

The God Emperor's method referenced the transformation process of a Red Dust Immortal, but he had modified it based on the characteristics of his own race.

According to this method, he could bury himself in sleep to undergo metamorphosis; he could grow stronger just by sleeping—of course, provided he could wake up.

The God Emperor looked nervously at Jiang Hao: "Heavenly Emperor, do you think this is feasible?"

Jiang Hao thought for a moment and said seriously: "It's feasible. The Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations is your innate talent. By breaking down the process of Immortal Ascension into multiple transformations, you are essentially pushing your talent to its limit. It's very good."

Jiang Hao looked at the God Emperor with eyes full of appreciation.

"Moreover, you have already surpassed ten transformations and have the experience of ten metamorphoses. This path is one others cannot walk, but you can."

Hearing this, the God Emperor was incredibly excited. Having his method recognized by the Heavenly Emperor gave him even more confidence.

"Heavenly Emperor, then I..."

Jiang Hao nodded: "Go and try it. The path to Immortal Ascension, the road to becoming an immortal, must be tested."

Heavenly Silkworm - Potato grinned and nodded vigorously.

"Alright, thank you, Heavenly Emperor!"

He bowed deeply, turned, and strode away.

Jiang Hao watched his departing figure, a smile on his lips.

This kid has ideas.

Breaking the path of Immortal Ascension into multiple metamorphoses and taking them one by one.

Once finished, he would naturally achieve Immortal Ascension. This line of thought was indeed stunning; this guy was truly a talent.

The God Emperor's visit to the Heavenly Emperor was being discussed throughout the entire Origin Realm.

"The God Emperor went to the Heavenly Court? He went to see the Heavenly Emperor?"

"Nonsense, the Heavenly Emperor is the creator of the Divine Silkworm Clan. Now that the God Emperor has proven the Dao, how could he not go see him?"

"Then what did the Heavenly Emperor guide him on?"

"Who knows? But when the God Emperor came out of the Heavenly Court, he was all smiles. He must have gained quite a bit."

Everyone was talking, their eyes filled with curiosity.

But no one knew exactly what Heavenly Silkworm - Potato had received in the Heavenly Court that day.

Only the members of the Divine Silkworm Ridge knew that after their Great Emperor returned, he went into secluded cultivation.

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After Qin Ming proved the Dao and stabilized his strength in seclusion, he emerged. Similarly, he first visited Grandpa Heavenly Emperor and then began his days of traveling everywhere.

He thought of Grandpa Heavenly Emperor's deeds in his youth. Back then, Grandpa Heavenly Emperor also traveled throughout the Origin Realm, experiencing the Mortal World and seeing all aspects of human life.

Grandpa Heavenly Emperor had said that cultivation isn't just about constant bitter practice. Sometimes, stopping to look at the human world can help one understand many things.

Qin Ming deeply agreed, so he began his journey as well.

He walked step by step like an ordinary person.

He walked through bustling markets, squatting by the roadside to watch a vendor and a customer argue until they were red in the face over three Spirit Stones. Finally, the vendor waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it, just take it," making the customer feel embarrassed enough to give two extra stones.

He walked through remote mountain villages, watching an old farmer sitting on a field ridge smoking a pipe, telling his grandson how he once killed a wild boar alone. The grandson listened with glowing eyes, repeatedly praising his grandfather for being amazing.

The old farmer laughed heartily.

He helped people push boats at ferries and helped find lost sheep in the barren mountains.

In teahouses, he listened to storytellers. The storyteller spoke of the tales of the Heavenly Emperor proving the Dao, describing them with such flair that there were even some plot points he himself had never heard of.

He listened with great interest and even tipped a few Spirit Stones afterward.

"Interesting, truly interesting. No wonder Grandpa Heavenly Emperor liked doing this after proving the Dao."

Qin Ming now understood a little.

That day, he came to a small city in Beidou called Purple Mountain City.

The city wasn't large, nor was it famous. Its walls were quite old, and there weren't many people on the streets.

Qin Ming walked down the street, looking at the shops on both sides. He was just about to find a place to sit.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

An indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

It wasn't a warning of danger, but a sudden, inexplicable whim.

This greatly surprised Qin Ming.

What was his Realm? A Great Emperor of this age, invincible under heaven. How could such a feeling suddenly arise?

At his Realm, a whim would not appear without reason.

To be able to trigger his senses, it was definitely not simple.

"Interesting, then I'll go take a look."

Qin Ming immediately decided to investigate. He was curious about what could make him feel this way; it was the first time he had experienced such a sensation.

Qin Ming followed his intuition, crossing two streets and turning into a small alley.

At the end of the alley crouched a little black dog.

"Is it this? It is!"

The moment he saw the little black dog, Qin Ming knew this little creature was the source.

The dog was small, looking as if it had not been born for long. It was pitch black all over, its fur was messy and filthy, and it was so thin its ribs were visible.

It crouched at the base of a wall, its front paws together, its head resting on its paws, eyes half-closed as if dozing.

Hearing footsteps, it raised its head.

Those eyes were bright and black.

At this moment, a strange feeling welled up in Qin Ming's heart.

He couldn't put it into words.

There was a strange sense of familiarity—both unfamiliar and familiar, very bizarre.

It was like seeing something across a very, very distant time. Or like having seen this scene in a very deep dream.

Qin Ming unconsciously took a step forward.

Just then, the little black dog also noticed Qin Ming and raised its head.

In an instant, the person and the dog, separated by more than ten meters, locked eyes.

This gaze seemed to cross time and space.

Then, the person and the dog couldn't help but walk toward each other.

A glimpse across ten thousand years!