Night without Borders

Chapter 334 The Most Unretainable
The reappearance of the patriarchs who were thought to have passed away, some becoming deities and others transforming their life forms into immortals, initially shocked and greatly excited people.

However, when they heard them lament that time was killing heroes, that their lifespans were numbered, and that they were going to die bravely in the final battle of their lives, everyone felt a lump in their throat, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on them.

Beauty fades with age, heroes meet their end; nothing in this world can be kept forever, youthful beauty fades from the mirror, flowers fall from the tree.

In addition, the sight of blood-covered figures crawling out of piles of corpses on the battlefield, supporting each other and staggering back was particularly moving, giving many people a suffocating sense of oppression.

At this moment, neither of the two factions launched an attack. Instead, they quickly sent people out to welcome and guide the survivors who had escaped from the road to the underworld.

Under the cover of night, on the Plains of God's Demise, vast forests were destroyed, blood splattered everywhere, countless corpses lay scattered, and knives, guns, and other weapons were stuck in the ground.

Qin Ming's heart clenched. Among the sparse figures, he saw Meng Xinghai and Jin Xiang, both severely wounded, with spears and swords protruding from their chests and abdomens, swaying unsteadily.

Both of them had struggled out of the pile of dead bodies in the fourth realm. Their bodies were not intact, with bloody holes that were visible from the front and back, and cracks that almost tore half of their bodies apart.

Fortunately, a master-level figure from Yezhou intervened, using a gentle light to sweep them away and take them for emergency treatment.

"Uncle Meng is also on the battlefield..." Qin Ming didn't know when he arrived. He figured that when he followed the main force to the Desert Immortal Tomb battlefield to intercept the Hunting Civilization, Meng Xinghai and the others had already come to guard the Western Territory.

Qin Ming was filled with worry about whether the elderly elders, such as Yu Gengsheng, Jin Yuan, and Zhao Ziyuan, had returned alive from the battlefield.

He looked out, but the boundary line was too long. In the night fog, even his newly acquired eyes could not see through it. All the returnees were covered in blood, and many had broken arms or lost their eyes.

In this battle, important figures on all sides were killed, resulting in heavy losses.

Qin Ming saw some familiar faces, such as Pei Shuyan, whose back was still stuck with the claw of a strange beast.

Leng Feiyue, a descendant of Leng Mingkong, the pioneer of the Immortal Path, has a terrible, deep wound on her face that reveals the bone. She was almost slashed in half by a great demon.

Cui Chonghe was also in a sorry state, with a short spear stuck in his body and a broken axe embedded in his shoulder blade.

On the body of the Buddha's abandoned disciple, which was as wide as a door panel, there were even more weapons broken into flesh and blood. His whole body was covered with twisted golden patterns, squeezing the fragments of weapons out of his flesh and blood.

Those around him couldn't help but marvel; there really were legends of breakthroughs in the face of battle.

Xiang Yiwu survived countless battles and, in a life-or-death situation, underwent a phoenix-like rebirth, reaching the third realm.

In fact, anyone who knows the truth is not surprised, because he is "living in a cycle of reincarnation," rotating every few years to pave the way for a new system, making him an extremely special person.

Li Qingyue staggered, surrounded by faint flames, while in the distance, some powerful demons stared at her with hostile expressions, refusing to look away.

Cheng Sheng and Zhao Qingcheng, the most outstanding divine beings in the esoteric sect, were ambushed by the old demon and nearly died in battle, which shows how extraordinary they were.

In comparison, Jiang Ran was in good condition, with no obvious injuries, except that her blue clothes were torn, revealing the cracked inner armor underneath.

These were all renowned and formidable talents, yet they have all perished; some were injured, some died, and some of their bodies were never even brought back.

One can imagine how tragic the situation would be for both ordinary geniuses and common cultivators.

In fact, the corpses scattered across the battlefield and the people who returned lying on the ground, panting heavily, were their true condition.

Above the night sky, amidst the white celestial mist, the enormous inhuman figure looked at the carnage on the ground with some sadness and sighed, "They were all good children. It's all our fault for being incompetent and causing you to suffer. Now let's end this battle."

"Grandmaster Ye!"

"Master."

Among the patriarchs, some people were nearby and wanted to stop those highly senior patriarchs from fighting their final battle, not wanting them to die.

Leng Mingkong's grandmaster waved his hand and said, "There's no need to stop you. Your potential surpasses ours, and you have more courage than us. Keep your bodies for good use. As for changing the form of life, it's better to become a god or immortal in this state. Your lifespan won't increase much, and your upper limit has already been locked. The road ahead is bleak and there is no hope."

With a clang, he raised the nine-colored sword in his hand, stepped into the void, and walked into the depths of the battlefield littered with corpses, saying, "Come, old demon, let's fight to the death!"

Opposite him, a demon god emerged from the thick fog, wielding a silver spear. Beneath his feet lay a dazzling path, covered in dense demonic runes.

At this moment, the massive body of the demon god also revealed part of its outline. Its true form was bizarre, and far from its body, there were two heads in the void, only adjacent to the body by blood-red demonic patterns.

"All demon tribes, watch how I slay the upright ape demon god!" the demon god declared, his voice filled with power. The silver spear in his hand twisted the void, slicing through the entire battlefield, and was already at the forehead of his opponent.

The enormous figure in the celestial mist said in a deep voice, "You wouldn't want your demon children and grandchildren to suffer heavy losses because of us, would you?"

As he spoke, he dodged the shot, rode his nine-colored immortal sword soaring into the sky, piercing through the thick dark clouds, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Alright!" the demon god followed.

He carried with him a torrent of demonic energy and countless runes, tearing through the night sky before disappearing from the Godslayer Plain, plunging the entire region into darkness once more.

People are somewhat disappointed that they won't get to see a war of gods.

Everyone stared at the night sky, wishing they could pierce through the clouds to see what was going on.

Those at the level of patriarchs naturally possess that ability, but none of them have done so; they seem to already know the final outcome.

A terrifying energy fluctuation emanated from the night sky. Although it did not reach the ground, people knew that a war of gods had broken out.

Moreover, the extent of the tragedy far exceeded people's imagination.

Because at this moment, a large number of crimson "meteor showers" appeared in the night sky, carrying dazzling light, piercing through the clouds and pouring down over a large area.

"That was blood rain!"

Blood rained down like shooting stars, each drop of blood making a rumbling sound, shattering the night fog. When it fell in large swaths, the heavens and earth were illuminated in a blood-red glow.

However, no blood-red meteors fell to the ground; they all burned up in mid-air.

Boom!

The dark clouds burst open, and people saw that in that otherworldly place, where the gale could scatter the light of consciousness, two figures as bright as the sun shattered.

The two gods, armed with their weapons, perished together with their opponent. Their battle was so fierce, a deadly fight from the very beginning, each disintegrating countless times, deciding the victor and determining life or death in the shortest possible time!

"Grandmaster Ye!" Leng Mingkong shouted, leaping into the air and reaching out to catch the last red "shooting star," his face trembling slightly.

Before he grew up, he had received great kindness from this patriarch.

The red "meteor" dimmed, nearing its end, and uttered Master Ye's last whisper: "I still remember when I was young and seeking immortality, my parents looked on with tears in their eyes, a white crane led the way into the mountain gate, my gray-haired master gently stroked my head, and my senior sister wove a silver silkworm robe for me by hand... Those things that are cherished are the hardest to keep, so it is better to go back."

The remaining "meteor" exploded and disappeared completely.

In the western border, both factions were silent. No one spoke, and there was no commotion. The two top experts had died in battle and disappeared forever.

Until the celestial mist surged, an old patriarch of the esoteric sect, believed to have passed away many years ago, appeared. His divine body was aged, and he silently pointed to the demon camp. Then he took the lead and rushed up to the dark clouds.

As expected, the demon race camp was not lacking in demon gods. A tall figure soared into the sky and disappeared into the dark firmament.

In an instant, the night sky was torn apart, and terrifying streaks of blood light appeared one after another. The two tall figures used all their abilities, each exploding countless times, and were dissipating with the rain of light.

The demon god calmly said, "When we perish, the demon race's supreme treasure will return on its own. The nine destined celestial demons can see the supreme scripture in their own sea of ​​consciousness."

He seemed to be making a prediction, very certain that this would happen.

The night sky darkened again, and the two figures vanished completely.

The patriarch of the esoteric school never uttered a word from beginning to end, leaving no final words in the world.

Both camps remained completely silent, watching everything unfold.

Everyone realized that the old master's so-called locked upper limit and limited lifespan increase were not empty words. Humans, gods, and demons were all roughly equal, and even if they fought with all their might to the very end, none of them could remain in the world.

Immediately, an intense light, so dense it was impossible to open one's eyes, appeared, and a dazzling sun blazed across the sky, as if the sun of an old era had reappeared on earth.

"Master!" the Buddha of this world called out. He was usually very taciturn, but now he chased after him, wanting to fight on behalf of his master. He wanted to tell his master that he had that ability.

People naturally understood that it was the Buddha of the past.

The gaunt figure in the blazing sun shook his head and said, "The meaning of my existence is to wait for this day. I only retain the strength to fight."

"Master, you..."

When the Buddha saw it, the old body was covered with dense cracks, as if it would disintegrate at any moment, and celestial light constantly emanated from the cracks.

In the past, the Buddha whispered: "In my generation, I have three senior brothers who are more talented than me, but they all followed your grandmaster in practicing that Heavenly Light Force..."

From a distance, Qin Ming knew that he must be referring to the silk calligraphy!
In the past, the Buddha sighed: "They told me to guard the house well, but I failed in my duty. Hundreds of years ago, several of my junior brothers died right under my nose on the Plain of Divine Desolation. Alas!"

He confessed: "In my later years, I couldn't resist and eventually studied that Heavenly Light Force Technique, but I never managed to disintegrate it completely."

The Buddha immediately understood why his master's body was covered in cracks. It was an old body that had been forcibly pieced together, lying dormant for many years, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

The Buddha once said, “In my limited understanding, the future direction of the path to rebirth should perhaps be to dig deeper into the physical body. Your talent is greater than mine, so you can take control of it yourself. You don’t have to believe everything I say.”

Then, this dilapidated old man suddenly became like a celestial blade drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed, and boundless heavenly light shone in all directions. He said, "Old demons of Thundercloud Cave and old demons of Longevity Temple, come at me all at once!"

Both camps were taken aback. Was this old man going to take on two opponents at once?
"If you won't come, I'll go and fight my way there myself!" said the Buddha in the past.

Silently, two demon gods appeared, both sneering. If it were two against one, they might survive without having to perish together.

"Master!" The Buddha of this world wanted to lend a hand.

In the past, the Buddha waved his hand, his sleeves billowing, and soared into the sky, saying, "Go back, this is my final destination, to settle the karma from four hundred and fifty years ago."

With a deafening roar, the pitch-black night sky exploded completely, and a rainbow of blood rained down, intertwining with the long night before quickly disappearing completely.

The three figures that went up disappeared and never reappeared.

This outcome left both the humans and demons on both sides feeling a tightness in their chests, as if they couldn't breathe.

Moments later, deep within the Divine Devastation Plains, a three-headed dragon-shaped demon god appeared. Terrifying azure clouds surged and roared, and the dragon's roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth. He cleaved through the night sky and soared into the heavens.

The beings of the Azure Dragon Palace in the demon camp were shaken. They immediately realized that it must be an old Azure Dragon that had become a god in some unknown era.

Moreover, it was actually a three-headed dragon, which should be even more powerful than an ordinary dragon god!

In Yezhou, an old woman appeared, leaning on a cane and walking with difficulty.

The patriarchs pondered for a while, because they had never seen her before and did not know which path she belonged to, and had remained unknown for so many years.

As she ascended step by step, her withered body began to glow, her figure gradually became fuller, and her white hair turned into black hair.

In the blink of an eye, she regained her youth from her twilight years. After her youth was reversed, she became incredibly beautiful, surpassing even the likes of Jiang Ran, Li Qingyue, and Zhao Qingcheng among those born with immortal or divine seeds.

Her cane disintegrated, revealing a gleaming longsword inside her snow-white hand.

The woman, her youth restored, smiled radiantly, and then soared into the sky.

As night shattered, endless sword light erupted, and people saw the peerless woman raise her long sword and sever three enormous dragon heads in succession.

The dragon's claws tore her body apart.

The two recombined time and time again, only to break apart again and again, until finally fading away.

In her final moments, the stunningly beautiful woman turned around, her voice slightly magnetic and her tone calm, and said, "Farewell, mortal realm!"

I'll be taking a break this weekend. That's all for tonight's update. Thank you all, and have a wonderful holiday!

(End of this chapter)