Night without Borders

Chapter 335 All in Mourning

This woman of unparalleled beauty and talent remained unknown to all; not even her name was left behind, and her brilliance faded forever into the night sky.

In Yezhou, many people felt the atmosphere was somber and were deeply saddened.

"This can't go on!" Some powerful figures at the sixth realm stepped forward, determined to stop the old masters who wanted to face death and fight their final battle.

In the demon camp, many powerful demons were also deeply shaken. Those were demon gods, and one after another, they died right before their eyes.

Among the demons of the Azure Dragon Palace, some of the old dragons were eager to take flight. They finally knew who the three-headed dragon god was—the demon ancestor who had ushered in a great era.

A thick white fog surged as another ancestor silently stepped out, his massive body still retaining some human characteristics.

At this moment, Leng Mingkong, Helian Chengyun, and the Buddha of the World, along with several other powerful figures, stepped forward to block his path.

"If there is a war between the gods, it will be us who step forward." The patriarch said calmly, asking them to step aside and telling them that he was originally unable to remain in the world forever.

“These are two different things. We are capable of participating in the war of the gods. How can we watch you die one by one again and again? What kind of nonsense is this?”

Without a doubt, the pioneers of the time in Yezhou could not accept this outcome.

Among the dead were their grandmasters and even their masters. Even though their wills were as strong as iron, they could no longer bear to watch.

Are we really going to just sit by and watch these older generations perish?
An old master said, "Even gods and immortals cannot live forever. After changing their life form, their lifespan can only be extended to a limited extent. We are just making the most of our remaining energy, otherwise we would gradually decay into dust."

Another patriarch came and said, "You are constantly paving the way and are stronger than we were back then. You have a good chance of breaking through the seventh realm. That's why you should preserve your useful bodies."

The confrontation between the two major factions is destined to result in the deaths of many lives.

Even if both sides want to stop the fighting, that will only happen after a bloody battle.

Without a fierce battle, one side will inevitably become restless and lose sight of reality.

The two sides have already engaged in a large-scale battle, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. The bloody struggle has almost reached its end, and the patriarchs have stepped forward, wanting to fight to the death and end the war in the Western Region.

An old master said, "Now, you are in charge of each path, and you are aware of all the secrets. The mysterious forces behind the demon civilization should not come to Night Prefecture in person, at least not in the short term. Jade Capital..."

Leng Mingkong spoke up: "Seniors, you are all right, except for one thing: you underestimated our strength. Let's see what our power is like."

The patriarch immediately and sternly stopped him, saying, "Don't take risks, lest you damage your source."

A powerful figure from the esoteric sect spoke up, saying, "It won't damage your origin. After a few years of recuperation, you'll be fine. If you're lucky enough, you might even be able to break through the Heavenly Barrier of the Seventh Realm!"

Deep within the Godslayer Plains, an old demon god appeared, with a blood lotus flower appearing with each step he took. He was clad in divine armor, and towering blood mist billowed around him.

With a clang, the long sword on his back automatically unsheathed, horizontally across the night sky, cleaving through the dark clouds.

Everyone could see that this demon god was extremely powerful.

Contrary to the expectations of the demon race, this time from the direction of Yezhou, it was not a deity descending or an old monster who had become an immortal appearing, but a human ancestor who came.

Leng Mingkong appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with his blood-stained black hair flowing backwards, and his injured body still brimming with vitality.

He gave a slight jolt, and the shattered armor on his body came off.

In his hand was a small, white measuring ruler, clearly a broken piece, only slightly longer than a palm, with an irregular break, as if it had been broken by a tremendous force.

However, no one dares to underestimate such a weapon.

Even the gods and immortals became solemn.

The broken measuring rod, crafted from a different kind of metal, is engraved with dense, mysterious patterns, making it shrouded in mystery.

Leng Mingkong took a deep breath, and his whole body surged with power. Instantly, every inch of his body was filled with immortal radiance, and even his hair became dazzling.

In an instant, the broken artifact in his hand resonated, glowed, and rapidly changed.

The measuring rod seemed to melt, spreading along his arm, and a layer of flowing silver light with runes expanded, enveloping his entire body.

The resounding sound echoed through the sky.

This strange change alarmed the old monsters of both factions.

It was a battle suit, one piece from head to toe, covering Leng Mingkong. It was silver in color, with bright armor and even concealing his face.

No one expected that such a small, broken object could undergo such a transformation.

No matter how you look at it, this armor is perfect, shining brightly, with numerous tiny celestial symbols densely packed on every inch of the armor.

Moreover, in Leng Mingkong's right hand, there was still a portion of the pure white measuring ruler, which, as a weapon, emitted a dazzling immortal light.

Undoubtedly, this suit of armor must have a remarkable history. Even the most discerning eye must acknowledge its extraordinary nature, resembling a masterpiece of art.

Leng Mingkong stood in the night sky, like a celestial being descended to earth.

Clearly, activating the broken Measuring Ruler and creating this armor had taken a heavy toll on him, so he didn't hesitate and attacked the Demon God directly.

As they collided, the two hurtled towards the dark sky.

Both sides had gods and immortals intervene to block the destructive shockwaves they left behind.

Many grandmaster-level experts in Yezhou and the demon army were shocked to see the current patriarch fighting against the demon god. Who was stronger and who was weaker?

On the Yezhou side, people were hoping that Leng Mingkong would slay the god, while the demons were hoping that the god would crush the mortal body of the human ancestor.

Both sides are on edge; this is a counterattack, and neither side wants to lose!

In the pitch-black sky, a fierce wind howled, capable of scattering the light of consciousness. At this moment, this rarely visited place was illuminated, becoming brightly lit, and then boiling with excitement.

Boom!

The demon god was indeed extremely terrifying. With a single open mouth, he swallowed up the entire sky and sea of ​​clouds. The long sword in his hand seemed to cleave through eternity, slashing out continuously with a Daoist aura as vast as the sea.

However, during the most intense battle, the Heavenly Blade he had refined throughout his life shattered.

The broken weapon in Leng Mingkong's hand, a very short measuring ruler, gleamed with a white luster and was covered with dense runes. The broken end of the ruler had collided with the Heavenly Blade many times, yet it remained unharmed, while the blade exploded.

The demon god was naturally an old demon who once dominated an era. Not only was his combat power terrifying, but his experience was also incredibly rich. In an instant, an invisible sword intent emanated from his body, and orderly patterns intertwined.

The battlefield in the sky was vast enough that it was not afraid of harming innocent people. The two were like two bolts of lightning that shattered the night sky, using all their skills to make the entire sky roar time and time again.

In the end, the demon god was blown apart by the measuring rod!

Leng Mingkong was also shaken and coughed up blood, but the silver armor on his body burned like immortal fire, dazzlingly bright, reducing most of his opponent's power and preventing him from taking him down with him.

He wielded the broken weapon—the Measuring Ruler of Heaven—and its snow-white light became the only thing in the world.

The demon god reappeared multiple times, only to be blasted apart each time. He tried to escape, but was completely locked on and ultimately died in the sky.

When Leng Mingkong pierced through the clouds and appeared on the Godsor's Lament Plain, a brief silence followed, then endless clamor.

On the Yezhou side, there was naturally a cheer, finally, no more patriarchs had died in battle.

Meanwhile, many experts in the demon race camp found it hard to accept this result; the enemy had actually succeeded in their counterattack and slaughtered a god here!

Despite the blood at the corner of his mouth, Leng Mingkong was like a god descending to earth, radiating brilliance. In particular, the broken measuring ruler in his hand intimidated many old demons.

He didn't linger and returned directly to his own camp. Clearly, activating this weapon was a huge burden, so he immediately deactivated the state and took a rare and precious medicine.

"Who dares to fight?" Helian Chengyun stepped forward. He had loose black hair, looked like a young man, and had a handsome face with a red mark between his eyebrows.

From the demon camp, a demon immortal stepped out, exuding a murderous aura, as if there was an old grudge.

"Four hundred and fifty years ago, you beheaded my eldest and second sons. Today, I've come to settle this old score!" The demon immortal's words were icy.

Helian Chengyun spoke up: "Is that so? I've killed too many demons and have long forgotten who they are. Since you've stepped forward, then let's send you away too!"

In his youthful form, he shuddered slightly, and his tattered crimson-gold armor exploded, revealing a broken, bright red arrow in his right hand.

In an instant, the broken arrow seemed to melt away, and a layer of crimson light covered his entire body, protecting him from head to toe.

Amidst the clanging sounds, his armor shone brilliantly, and behind it, orderly patterns like phoenix feathers intertwined, making him appear extraordinary.

In his youthful form, Helian Chengqi possessed a cold and aloof temperament. A blood-red mark between his brows glowed, radiating an imposing aura without anger. In his right hand, only an arrow remained, held between two fingers, its surface rippling with mysterious and terrifying energy.

The demon camp was completely silent. They had just witnessed the power of this mysterious armor; Leng Mingkong had once slaughtered a god!

Now, Helian Chengyun has armed himself with a broken arrow, causing many old demons to tremble in fear.

"Come!" Helian Chengyun spoke, and like a phoenix soaring into the sky, he carried boundless crimson light, tore through the night, pierced through the dark clouds, and rushed towards the battlefield beyond the world.

The demon immortal looked grim. He felt himself being locked on, and even though they were far apart, the mysterious arrow still shone a light on him.

"Kill!" He had no choice but to rush into the sky.

No one witnessed the course of this battle. Only at the final moment, when the rain of blood transformed into a divine rainbow, shattering the clouds and burning as it poured down, did people see the final outcome.

Helian Chengyun was ethereal and otherworldly, his crimson feathers jingling. The arrow he held between his two fingers pierced the demon immortal's brow, shattering his opponent countless times.

"Demon Ancestor!" Many in the demon camp shouted, but it did nothing to change anything.

Under the night sky illuminated by the arrow's light, the shattered dark clouds regrouped, obscuring everyone's view.

Helian Chengyun pierced through the thick clouds and descended from the sky. His crimson armor was dazzling. He glanced at the direction of the demon army, said nothing, and returned to his own camp.

In Yezhou, everyone was extremely excited.

The gloom and depression of not long ago have almost been swept away, and people's moods have been stirred.

On the other hand, the demon race's morale was low. Even one of their former demon ancestors, who had become a god, had died in battle and was being attacked, which had shaken their confidence.

In the pitch-black night, in the farthest reaches of the earth, a human skin stands with its hands behind its back, a massive plant stands tall, and a blood-red beast's eye drips blood, suspended in the night mist.

Clearly, they are three extremely powerful beings.

"As expected of the place where Yujing temporarily 'stopped', you can find such weapons just by digging around. It's amazing."

"Yujing, it evokes both hatred and fear, yet also a desire to pursue it."

They were spectators, not beings from the demon race.

On the western border, Li Qingyue felt the Bagua Furnace was scorching hot, with signs of "melting" inside, and a strange fluctuation was transmitted to her heart.

Her emotions were turbulent, but her beautiful face remained expressionless.

Qin Ming gazed at the battlefield, thinking of his tattered cloth. He secretly touched it, but although it was also woven from exotic metal, it didn't react at all.

"Useless cloth!" he commented, clearly overthinking things.

In the vast sky, the patriarch of Yezhou once again stepped forward, his face filled with sorrow, ready to fight the demon god and the demon immortal.

He is the Buddha of this era. In his right hand, there is half of a Vajra pestle. Although it has not yet "melted" and turned into a mysterious battle suit, it is clearly that kind of mysterious weapon.

The demon camp was in uproar. How could they possibly fight like this? If they went up, demon gods and immortals would inevitably perish; there were two living examples of this.

Moreover, behind the Buddha of this era, two powerful pioneers of the Esoteric School arrived together, coldly surveying the demon stronghold. The demon race's high-ranking members immediately erupted into heated debate.

"Those weapons are all incomplete and have problems. Even a powerful person would have to pay a price to activate them, and they don't have many!"

"It is said that those weapons and armors require the mastery of corresponding magical techniques to activate. They may be bluffing, and it is impossible for every damaged weapon to be revived."

"You make it sound so easy. Every trial and error could cost the Demon God his life. We have done our best today, it's time to retreat!"

……

Then, the heavily injured Qingtian entered the arena carrying his giant axe.

Some acquaintances looked at him strangely, thinking: "Don't be too obvious in your deception. Your giant axe is intact, so don't get involved."

However, the higher-ups of the demon race felt immense pressure. Could this dangerous brute also possess a special item?

"Old demons, come and fight!" Qingtian roared.

In fact, as he moved forward, several more people from the ancestral master's group stepped forward.

Some of the patriarchs naturally knew that they were bluffing.

On the Immortal Path, some patriarchs wanted to bring Li Qingyue's Eight Trigrams Furnace into the arena. It was a truly mysterious weapon, but its exclusive protective magic had long since disappeared into the river of history.

As several patriarchs entered the arena and pressed forward, the demon camp finally could not withstand the pressure, mainly because this kind of battle was too exhausting for the demon gods.

No matter how powerful a civilization is, it cannot withstand such losses. Every battle consumes a former ancient demon ancestor, which is too terrifying!
"Alright, let's sit down and talk!" the demon leader said, his tone no longer as forceful as before, indicating he no longer wanted to fight.

They estimated that, even according to the agreement with that distant power, they had done their best.

"You think you can just give up like that? By what right!" The Buddha spoke, though he resembled a sacred golden statue, his eyes, which opened and closed, clearly exuded wisps of terrifying killing intent.

"What do you want?" a demon god asked coldly as he arrived.

The Buddha of this world picked up half of the Vajra Pestle, ready to strike him.

The demon god involuntarily retreated; they had already reached the negotiation stage, and he didn't want to die inexplicably.

A patriarch of the Tantric sect declared, "You all step back and give up the entire Plain of Divine Devastation!"

"Impossible!" the demon god refused outright.

"Then let's fight again!" Leng Mingkong and Helian Chengyun stepped forward together, pressing forward once more.

As for the Buddha of this world, the half of the Vajra Pestle in his hand had begun to glow, and he walked to the very front.

The expressions of all the high-ranking members of the demon race changed. No matter what, they could not allow any more demon gods to fall, otherwise, if the entire demon civilization encountered other calamities, it would be in serious trouble.

"Give us time to consider!" one of the demon ancestors said.

Such words undoubtedly signify a compromise.

“Since you wish to end the conflict, to avoid further friction, you should all retreat five hundred li!” a patriarch of the Tantric sect said in a deep voice.

One of the demon ancestors, unable to bear it any longer, said, "Your demands are too much. You want us to retreat before we've even negotiated?"

The Buddha of this world remained silent, and approached with his Vajra pestle in hand.

The demon race realized that he really wanted to continue fighting!
Immediately, some of the demon race's high-ranking members frowned deeply. After a quick discussion, they decided to retreat three hundred miles.

"Okay!" After a brief exchange, the ancestral master group in Yezhou nodded in agreement.

The demon faction knows that Yezhou has once again been passively and successfully reclaimed!
Although they were unwilling, they knew very well that the Plains of Divine Devastation could not be saved.

When they decided to retreat 300 miles, the outcome was already decided; the rest were just details.

On that day, the demons, filled with resentment and indignation, silently departed.

In Yezhou, after the joy and cheers, there was silence, followed by many people crying out.

Too many people died in this battle. The forces on all sides suffered heavy losses, and even some famous figures were killed.

Putting aside everything else, the ancestors of the sixth realm alone would probably suffer more than half their losses after the battle. When they withdrew from the main battlefield, a large number of them were missing.

The cries of weeping rose and fell; many of the people's relatives, elders, fellow disciples, and other family members had died in battle.

This isn't just a problem with one road; it's that all roads are experiencing severe staff losses!

Qin Ming felt a pang of sadness. Some of his old friends with whom he had a good relationship could no longer share a drink and laughter, such as Lu Zhenyi, who had spoken up for him when he was down on his luck.

Chen Bingyan's body was pierced by multiple weapons, but after being given life-saving drugs, her life was finally saved.

Looking around, the battlefield was littered with corpses; far too many people had died.

"Cousin!" Yu Zhuohan cried out, holding Zhuo Ya's body, heartbroken, and repeatedly touching her pale face with trembling hands.

Qin Ming walked over and had just said a few words of comfort to him when his own body stiffened.

He heard a familiar weeping sound in the distance.

Qin Ming rushed over and saw an elderly figure with a hunched back, almost lying on the ground, covered in blood.

Yu Gengsheng was covered in wounds, many of which were so bloody they almost tore him apart. He was trembling as he held his broken leg, tears streaming down his face.

"Senior, this is..." Qin Ming felt a chill run down his spine, and he had a bad feeling about it.

“He is…Old Zhao!” Yu Gengsheng replied.

Zhao Ziyuan was left with only one leg; the rest of his body had exploded.

Qin Ming was struck dumb. When he was in Kunling, he was taken care of and protected by two old people and received great kindness from them. One of them had died in battle.

Despite his previous bad premonitions, he still found it hard to accept the reality before him.

“Old Jin is gone too…” In Yu Gengsheng’s other hand, he grasped half a hand, which turned out to be the last remaining flesh and blood of Jin Yuan, the elder of the Five Elements Palace.

Qin Ming was hit hard again. He and Jin Yuan had returned from the desert together, where he not only received guidance from Jin Yuan but had also gone through hardships together. Furthermore, when he was guarding Qingfeng Town, Jin Yuan and Yu Gengsheng had taken action to eliminate the Grandmasters on the other side, simply because they were afraid something might happen to him.

As a result, the old master had already died in battle!
One piece of bad news after another arrived, and weeping filled the western border.

It is now confirmed that Jiang Zhiyuan, the founder of the Yin-Yang School, died in battle.

The Six Imperial Ancestor Lu Yu had almost achieved Nirvana, but not completely. He encountered serious problems during this great battle, and his fate was uncertain.

The path to rebirth was shrouded in gloom. Besides those already confirmed, there were still some patriarchs whose whereabouts remained unknown, their fates shrouded in mystery.

On the other side of the Immortal Path, there was also a sound of weeping, as many patriarchs had died in battle.

For example, Wu Zhaoye, the founder of the Etu sect, was relatively young, belonged to the radical faction, and had some connections with Cao Qianqiu. His body was completely destroyed in this battle.

There was also Yu Shaohua of Yangtu. This female patriarch was usually very gentle and had good relationships with all the paths. She was especially close to Lu Yu, yet she also died in battle.

Last time, in the battlefield of the Immortal Tomb in the desert, the ancestors used mirages to confuse their opponents, and she "fell," as if the ending had been foreshadowed. Today, she has truly passed away.

Even the powerful Sun Taichu is in a semi-crippled state and needs to go into seclusion to recuperate.

The exact number of patriarchs who died on the Immortal Path remains unknown and has not been disclosed.

Esoteric Buddhism also suffered heavy losses, with many divine beings, great masters, and patriarchs dying out.

As the battlefield was cleared, the remains of some famous figures were unearthed, and the entire western region was filled with mourning.

However, there were also pleasant surprises. Some seriously injured cultivators were dug out of the pile of corpses and were still alive, such as Helian Yaoqing and Tang Xumi.

Some people struggled out of the pile of corpses on their own, like Tang Jin, who was covered in blood and had been attacked by many old demons. The rare treasure she possessed—a pale golden grass rope—had turned blood red.

"Grandmaster Uncle!" Meng Xinghai cried bitterly as he bid farewell to the patriarch of the Esoteric School.

On that day, all roads—the Path of New Life, the Path of Immortality, the Path of Esoteric Buddhism—were draped in white mourning clothes.

“Brother Ming…” Xiao Wu came over, his eyes red, and together with Qin Ming saw Zhao Ziyuan off. He was also covered in wounds and had experienced many life-and-death battles.

Without a doubt, he was forced to break the seal while fighting the demons, and directly broke through to the third realm; otherwise, he would not have survived.

"Old Zhao!" the two men bowed in respect.

"Senior Jin Yuan!"

On this day, Qin Ming's eyes were red and he was somewhat numb, because he had mourned too many people.

In such a large-scale confrontation, human life is as worthless as weeds.

The following day, the demon leaders met with the leaders of Yezhou.

News has come that the demon race will most likely compromise and ultimately abandon this vast plain.

However, they will not give up directly; there are many conditions and details that need to be discussed.

The Yezhou side was very tough; some of the patriarchs had bloodshot eyes, showing signs that a bloody battle could break out again at the slightest disagreement.

The demon race was seething with resentment and anger, because their losses were equally enormous.

"Then let's have another match!"

"Who are you threatening? Bring it on!"

"it is good!"

"Forget it, if our two civilizations fight to the bitter end, it will only benefit others in the end." At the last moment, the demon race's high-ranking officials were forced to restrain themselves again.

In Yezhou, the Jade Capital serves as a deterrent to all civilizations lurking in the darkness, a "foundation" that the demon race lacks that is extremely dangerous to both themselves and others.

Clearly, the demon race was seething with anger and still somewhat unwilling to accept defeat. An old demon said, "Our top-tier combat forces have already fully clashed. Why don't we let those below freely challenge each other? They can avoid battle or choose to participate selectively. We won't force them. What do you say?"

"Okay!" The patriarch on the Yezhou side nodded in agreement.

The news was leaked that same day.

Immediately, some people from both camps became enraged and prepared to launch a challenge.

Even Qin Ming was inexplicably restless and began sharpening his knife, knowing that he was likely about to be involved.

The following day, a large number of celestial demons, including the renowned Jade Emperor and the Heavenly Phoenix, appeared.

"Jiang Ran, Pei Shuyan, come out! I challenge you both! And Qin Ming, you come out here and face your death!" The Jade Emperor had someone shout this on his behalf.

He already knew that his younger brother, Huang Fei, had died at the hands of Qin Ming.

"You all go back first. The final agreement hasn't been reached yet, why are you causing trouble!" an old demon scolded, but there was a look of relief on his face. Their younger generation had not been defeated and their fighting spirit was still high.

"Big grasshopper, do you want to tear up the family tree?" Wu Yaozu, who was with Qin Ming, ran out immediately after hearing the shout.

(End of this chapter)