Night without Borders

Chapter 310 Traversing the Night Sky
In the vast desert, yellow sand swirls everywhere, and dense crowds of people gather, with masters from all walks of life practicing cultivation.

"Senior, is there a Seven Aperture Bodhi Seed as a reward?" Some disciples of the Immortal Path were also stirred up and shouted loudly during the battle.

"You guys have quite the appetite!"

Last time, when Luo Jingxiao went to the top of the tomb to study the Diamond Sutra, he was able to immerse himself in a state of emptiness and clarity by holding a snow-white Bodhi seed with five orifices, and receive the Daoist essence.

The seven-aperture Bodhi seed is said to grow only once every three hundred years, and it can bring sudden enlightenment, making it priceless.

"Seven-aperture Bodhi seeds do exist. Moreover, after more than two thousand years, the Bodhi Immortal Tree may very well produce nine-aperture Bodhi seeds for the first time. As long as you have the ability and make enough contributions, anything can be bestowed upon you!"

"Okay!"

"kill!"

Ahead, after the Grandmasters rushed towards their targets, the best among the young and strong also began to charge, clashing with the powerful hunters.

In the front line area, a fierce battle is taking place. High-level exotic birds cry out in agony, their feathers stained with blood, and they fall directly to the ground. Flying beasts explode in mid-air.

Of course, many elites from all walks of life were also groaning in silence. In such a large-scale confrontation and clash, people were constantly being severely injured, and some even died on the spot.

This bloody reality caused many people's pupils to contract. Morale and passion alone are not enough; one must also have corresponding strength and incredibly rich combat experience to adapt to the battlefield.

An elder from the Immortal Path roared, "Today, there is no such thing as winning or losing, only life and death. Everyone, be on your guard!"

The elders of the esoteric sect even gave him a lecture on the spot: "Your usual sparring and magical duels are just showing off your skills. Here, you have to fight to the death. If you lose, you die. You all need to be more discerning and quick, accurate, and ruthless when you strike!"

Although most people have seen blood, this was the first time they had experienced such a large-scale battle, and they were indeed somewhat uncomfortable at first.

On the battlefield of the Grandmasters, blood mist scattered in all directions, and a two-headed werewolf of the Hunting Civilization was blown to pieces.

The one who made the move was a grandmaster from the Five Elements Palace. The Five Elements Ring he unleashed dimmed the old wolf's Ice and Fire Wolf Fang Twin Blades, and finally stripped them away. Then, divine light shone everywhere, and the Five Elements Ring, as heavy as a mountain, shattered his opponent.

"Great!" many young people cheered.

Immediately afterwards, Grandmaster Ling Canghai of the Immortal Path used the Feathering Immortal Technique, and his whole body was enveloped in a rain of light, transforming the entire night sky into a sacred pure land.

His opponent was a giant, who was now engulfed by the dazzling rain of light, letting out a piercing scream: "Ah..."

A dense rain of light shot out, spinning at high speed, covering and tearing apart the mountain-like giant.

Thousands upon thousands of rays of light appeared, creating a scene resembling ascension, while blood rain poured down from mid-air.

The scene was both sacred and bloody, somewhat horrifying.

At almost the same time, a Grandmaster on the Immortal Path was killed.

Among the hunters was a man with a full head of silver hair, even his pupils were silver. He walked bathed in flames and used the Thousand Hands Technique. He had many arms on both sides of his body, some holding swords, some holding golden pestles, etc., and he smashed the Grandmaster of the Immortal Path to pieces.

This was like a bucket of cold water being poured over them, chilling those who were blindly confident and quickly bringing them to their senses.

The Grandmaster of Immortal Path died with his eyes wide open in disbelief, and in the blink of an eye, his head was smashed open by the golden pestle.

Indeed, there are exceptional individuals among the alien races, who stand out as top performers in the Grandmaster realm.

At this moment, after the young man made contact with his opponent, muffled groans and screams were heard. The wings of some high-level exotic birds were torn apart, the heads of some flying beasts exploded like watermelons, and the alien knights were torn to pieces.

However, many masters from the Immortal Path, the Path of Rebirth, and the Esoteric School have fallen one after another, some of whom were quite famous masters.

In an instant, the young disciples behind them all changed their expressions.

Some blood had already splattered at their feet, while a large amount of blood mist rose in front of them, turning the entire night sky a desolate red.

An elder shouted: "Are you scared? This is what it's like when fighting against foreign enemies. Have you ever seen a scene where only a few people crawl out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood? That's what you call despair. Four hundred and fifty years ago, a patriarch experienced it on the Plain of Divine Devastation!"

There are many mirrors in the sky that reveal the opponent's strength.

After the masters and grandmasters clashed, and the young and old men and renowned figures had finished selecting their opponents, the rest were pushed to the very edge of the battlefield.

It was here that the younger generation began to shed blood.

This is not only the result of the choices made by experts, but also the result of those with lower levels voluntarily withdrawing and fleeing to remote areas of the desert, otherwise they would be torn apart in the aftermath of the high-level battles on the main battlefield.

"Let's settle this on the battlefield and see who kills more enemies!" Luo Jingxiao, dressed in purple, rushed out and glanced back at Qin Ming and Xiang Yiwu.

Meanwhile, Helian Zhaoyu glanced over indifferently.

Wei Cheng snorted coldly and said, "What are you doing here, a newcomer to the second realm causing trouble!"

"Are you talking about your father?" Wu Yaozu retorted.

"Those who fight amongst themselves on the battlefield will be killed without mercy!" warned an elder.

Wei Cheng didn't say anything more. Now that he was in the third realm, he believed that his achievements far surpassed those of Qin Ming, Xiao Wu, and others, so there was no need to worry about it at the moment.

A large number of teenagers bravely charged forward and soon encountered foreign races such as two-headed werewolves, fire lizards, and feathered serpents.

The moment the two sides made contact, a large amount of blood splattered.

In such a massive charge, some people died horribly, their bodies mangled and battered by runic beams, alien claws, and gleaming weapons.

"The most useless generation is actually you. You're really hopeless. You have extraordinary combat skills, but you lack courage and fighting spirit. Why did some of you hesitate and panic at the moment of the final collision?"

Elders from the Immortal Path, the Esoteric Sect, and the Path of Rebirth all issued rebukes.

"Are you all like bean sprouts in a greenhouse? If we don't take you out and put you to the test, we won't know how bad you really are!"

Some people secretly reminded them not to be too harsh, saying that back in the day, these old guys weren't as good as the young disciples in front of them.

The night sky was filled with countless flying mounts, which swooped down again, bringing gusts of wind and a cold, metallic glint.

Qin Ming, wielding a mutton-fat jade iron knife, his eyes flashing like lightning, cleaved a bat-like flying beast in two with a soft thud, and its master was also split in two in the flash of the blade.

Immediately, he leaped up, and with a flash of snow-white light, he severed the neck of a black peacock.

Its master roared, standing on the headless peacock, holding a long spear, and thrusting it downwards with purple flames.

With a clang, Qin Ming severed the spear in his hand with a single stroke, followed by another swift strike, sending the man's head flying off at an angle.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the blade in Qin Ming's hand dripped with blood. He was in mid-air when several knights nearby attacked him simultaneously.

Suddenly, a Vermilion Bird with bright red wings burst forth from his body, and a huge Azure Dragon carrying azure clouds appeared in mid-air.

The Vermilion Bird's celestial light swept across, igniting flames. Two people screamed in agony as they were burned, feeling not only their bodies turning charred but also their lifespans rapidly diminishing. The Azure Dragon swept across the sky, striking two youths fully covered in armor, shattering the metal protective gear on their faces, and causing them to groan.

The two legendary holy demons, upon striking their opponents, not only shattered their internal organs and bones, but also made them clearly feel their lifespan being shortened.

Even Qin Ming himself lost nearly two hundred years of his lifespan when he fused the five great holy demons, let alone them.
Although it was only a brief encounter, the knights were still greatly shocked and filled with fear!

When Qin Ming landed, the corpses of five flying mounts lay around him, their owners also perishing.

"There's a super seeded youth here! He's actually fused the legendary Vermilion Bird Holy Fiend and Azure Dragon Holy Fiend! Quickly surround and annihilate him!" Some knights transmitted their voices in the night sky.

As they marched eastward, their superiors gave them orders: if these young hunters discovered any formidable individuals, they must eliminate them with all their might.

Otherwise, hundreds of years later, they would be facing a patriarch-level figure. If they have the opportunity now, they should naturally nip this super seed in the bud.

Although they have suffered a defeat today and the situation is dire, many young hunters still remember their ancestor's words and are still carrying them out.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen flying mounts swooped down on Qin Ming from all directions, all bursting with beams of light. Some unleashed rare treasures, some used immortal techniques, and some unleashed heavenly light.

The area was ablaze with vibrant colors, with a dense shower of light that was truly beautiful. It completely covered Qin Ming's battlefield, and the dazzling sunset was extremely dangerous.

If it were a different teenager, they would probably be shattered and die on the spot from such a saturation attack.

Qin Ming was like a ghost crossing a sea of ​​night fog, barely dodging the blinding beams of light. Although he could withstand them, he wouldn't expend even a fraction of his strength on the battlefield.

At the same time, he also wanted to bring these flying mounts closer.

Sure enough, they swooped down again, believing that if they launched a mental attack or a burst of light at close range, their opponents would have little chance of avoiding it.

Around Qin Ming, four kinds of celestial light forces—earth, fire, wind, and water—appeared, creating a magnificent celestial spectacle. Then, lightning burst forth here, and the Vermilion Bird and Azure Dragon followed suit.

In mid-air, a dozen muffled groans were heard as several people were torn apart by the rotation of the four heavenly forces of earth, fire, wind, and water, with pieces of flesh and bones falling to the ground.

Qin Ming soared into the air, and after flashes of fist and blade light, more than a dozen birds of prey and ferocious beasts, along with the knights on their backs, were torn to pieces, their corpses crashing to the ground one after another.

Nearby, many teenagers witnessed this scene and were deeply shocked; such efficiency in killing enemies was terrifying.

Luo Jingxiao was shocked; half of the knights this guy had killed were in the third realm.

Wei Cheng's eyes widened in disbelief. He looked at the number of opponents he had killed, and realized that he had killed fewer than his opponent. The key point was that the opponents they had killed were of similar strength.

Ignoring the gazes around him, Qin Ming, carrying the blood-stained mutton-fat jade iron knife, looked up at the night sky, searching for another opponent.

As for battle achievements, he doesn't need to worry about them now. He has a memory crystal on him, so he can tally them up later.

Another group of young hunters came charging in with magical weapons, and some even released flying swords, trying to kill Qin Ming from a distance.

A crimson aura emanated from Qin Ming's body, the Vermilion Bird Sacred Fiend, which swept across like a dazzling blade of light, severing several flying swords.

Qin Ming activated it with all his might, and the transformed red sacred bird was even more ferocious than a flying sword within a limited range.

Puff puff!
A flash of blood streaked across the night sky, and the attackers quickly fell to the ground, becoming cold corpses.

The young hunters around dared not approach; although their master had given orders, none of them valued their own lives more.

Qin Ming felt somewhat helpless. He could only stay airborne briefly and could not fly long distances. In the blink of an eye, it was relatively quiet here, and he could not find any opponents.

"Qin Ming, I'm giving you a Thunder King Bird." Princess Yao Ruoxian of the Great Yu Dynasty stood on the back of a strange bird surrounded by golden lightning.

Beside her followed a strange bird, its wings crackling with purple lightning; this was a high-class mount she had temporarily conscripted from a nobleman of the Great Yu Dynasty.

She explained, "The Thunder King Bird of the third realm is just as fast as, if not slower than, the exotic birds of the late fourth realm."

"Thank you!" Qin Ming said with a smile, as he was indeed in need of a mount.

Although this is not the royal bird that Yao Ruoxian mentioned before, it is still a very rare species.

The next moment, Qin Ming soared into the sky atop the Thunder King Bird and charged towards the young hunters.

The sky was filled with flying mounts, densely packed together, and the aerial battles were intense. Some people from the Immortal Path and the Secret Sect had flying mounts.

Qin Ming now rides the Thunder King Bird, making him even more powerful. He roams the night sky, wielding a mutton-fat jade iron knife, and is accompanied by the two sacred demons, the Vermilion Bird and the Azure Dragon.

Wherever he went, superior beings and hunters died and fell to the ground.

As he became more and more adept at aerial combat, people saw that this man and his horse were as swift as lightning. Wherever he passed, a flash of white light would cut down flying beasts and behead knights.

The young hunters were horrified. Wherever Qin Ming went, a single slash from his blade would end the life of any opponent he encountered.

Those around him were terrified. Amidst the dense swarms of ferocious birds and beasts, Qin Ming rode alone, traversing freely and piercing through them. Who could withstand that?
In this area, the bodies of young hunters fell to the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"There's a super seed here!" someone shouted, transmitting their voice to those in the distance.

In the blink of an eye, a young man wearing a golden mask rushed over, riding on the back of a flying beast. He exuded an aura of power and was definitely a promising young talent in the hunting party.

As expected, the young man was very strong. He wielded a bone knife that was as white as jade and was able to exchange blows with Qin Ming dozens of times.

"hiss!"

The surrounding hunters gasped, for they knew this was the grandson of a great man.

That important figure was extremely strict with the boy, personally supervising his training, which is why the boy's strength was terrifyingly high.

But now, the boy wearing the golden mask can't defeat his opponent.

puff!
After exchanging blows more than ten times, the boy's body stiffened and he became motionless. Blood then trickled from between his eyebrows, followed by a terrifying slit. He was actually cleaved in two by the dazzling blade light, and his mount was also broken in two.

"What?! Tuoba Han is dead!"

The area was in turmoil, and many hunters were terrified.

In the distance, high-level cultivators also witnessed this scene: a fourth-realm expert suddenly broke away from the battle and rushed over at lightning speed, intending to kill Qin Ming.

With a whoosh, a bluebird carrying a girl in white rushed from nearby and attacked the fourth-realm expert.

Li Qingyue held a broken Bagua furnace in her hand, and unleashed a burst of fire that spread out along the void, engulfing the middle-aged powerhouse with a loud boom.

"Ah..." The expert of the fourth realm screamed in agony as he was burned by the furnace fire and fell from the night sky.

Clearly, Li Qingyue had been paying close attention to the battle. Now, standing on the back of the bluebird, she came to Qin Ming's side to fight alongside him.

(End of this chapter)