Night without Borders

Chapter 368 Soaring a Thousand Miles with a Sword to Seek Defeat
Yuhua Mountain, one of the famous mountains in Yezhou, has a large area of ​​scorched blackness on its summit, with sparse vegetation. Legend has it that a celestial being once faced a tribulation here and turned to ashes.

This is why the place is full of legends, attracting people from later generations to come and reminisce about the past.

A young man in blue robes stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance as if trying to see through the sea of ​​night mist in the sky.

Behind him, an old man in gray robes stayed close by and said, "Young master, you were a bit rash. You shouldn't have made a bet with them. That area is near Black and White Mountain and has quite a history."

The young man in blue withdrew his gaze and said, "Judging by the time, my consciousness should have already traveled to the vicinity of Crimson Cloud City."

Only a sliver of consciousness remained within his physical body.

The old man secretly warned him seriously: "That Qin Ming is hailed as the rising star of the younger generation on Xinsheng Road. If you fight with him, you're likely to get into trouble."

The young man in blue nodded and said, "Yes, it's alright. It's just a friendly spar. I'll only strike him once, and at most he'll be bedridden for a few months. I won't take his life."

The old man in gray frowned and said, "It's better to avoid trouble. Why make this bet with them and go after Qin Ming? After all, we are visitors from outside the region, and we should be cautious."

The young man in blue said, "Some time ago I had a chance encounter with a young powerhouse from the West. If there are dragons in this world, they are like him. He is unfathomable. Moreover, he knows how to refine heart medicine. He is truly remarkable and awe-inspiring."

"He has mastered the legendary Heart Elixir?" The old man was taken aback, never expecting that his young master had secretly come into contact with such a person.

As far as he knew, if one knew how to refine the heart medicine and took it, one could make a violent addition to the original foundation. It could no longer be described as "cleansing the marrow and removing the hair." One's physique, constitution, and endowment would inevitably undergo a great nirvana, far surpassing the original self.

Moreover, the later the furnace is opened and the longer it is refined, the more potent its medicinal effects will be. It is one of the supreme medicinal formulas!

The young man in blue said, “This concerns my future path. You know, I have been practicing the Immortal Scripture of Nirvana for many years. It is one of my fundamental scriptures. If I can obtain that kind of mental medicine to help me, I will definitely be able to make rapid progress and eventually soar to the sky, with the opportunity to leap to the golden palace in the sky.”

The old man's expression was solemn. He knew very well that the Nirvana Immortal Scripture originally had two pages of jade book, which involved the method of the Heart Medicine, but they were accidentally lost eight hundred years ago.

He nodded and said, "This is about the opportunity for your future enlightenment, young master. If you have the chance to leap to the golden palace above the nine heavens, you certainly cannot miss it."

The young man in blue nodded and said, "The young man from the Western Region was invited by the people of Tu City and can't get away for the time being. He asked me to help find someone, and coincidentally, it was Qin Ming."

Therefore, when the topic of the Black and White Mountain boys came up today, he immediately became interested and got involved.

"Brother Qi, come and have a drink. It's said that this is the place where immortals ascend to heaven. Today, let's drink to our hearts' content. Perhaps we can gain some special insights here." Several men and women called out from behind.

The young man in blue robes was named Qi Yunxiao. He came from the Eastern Land and possessed astonishing strength. He was traveling with several other young men and women of similarly high cultivation levels to Yuhua Mountain.

Not long ago, when they were discussing the geniuses of various paths in Yezhou, Qin Ming was mentioned, and a dispute arose, leading to a small bet.

Under the cover of night, the scorched mountaintop springs gleamed, converging into a small crimson lake, rippling with gentle waves. Clusters of fire lotuses, enveloped in a fine rain of light, swayed and exuded a delicate fragrance.

Several men and women of extraordinary bearing, the oldest no more than twenty, sat on the ground by the lake, where there were golden-roasted lamb legs and fragrant wine.

They all have extraordinary backgrounds; some come from the Eastern Lands, some from the wild north, and some from the Immortal Island deep in the Western Sea.

They met at the last exchange meeting and have been getting quite close recently.

The young man in black, named Cen Jinghong, asked with a smile, "Brother Qi, are you looking towards Chixia City? Are you worried about missing your target?"

Qi Yunxiao walked over, chuckled, and said, "He does have some fame, but he's still only in the third realm. Two swords are enough to suppress him."

“Yes, I also bet on Brother Qi to win.” A girl in purple nodded and said. She came from the Western Sea and her name was Mu Xingyao.

However, some people shook their heads and said, "I think there might be some ripples. Anyway, a little gambling is just for fun. I have prepared a scripture here."

Qi Yunxiao smiled and said, "Well, I have no grudge against that young man. It was just a friendly spar. Come, let's drink."

In fact, he believed that the boy from Black and White Mountain was "destined" to him and could help him obtain the "Heart Monkey Remedy," which was of great importance. He had the opportunity to cultivate the "Silent Immortal Scripture" to the highest level and surpass the sages of all ages.

Some people remained neutral and did not participate in the betting. They then said, "This is not good. You are betting and dragging outsiders into it, making them fight to the death. If that young man surnamed Qin finds out the truth, he will most likely feel a strong sense of disgust and hate you."

"Brother Qi, be careful in a place like Yezhou, or you might capsize!" a quiet young man warned.

Qi Yunxiao smiled and nodded, indicating that he understood.

In truth, he chuckled to himself, thinking that this territory was regarded as a "corner of dust" by the Eastern Lands.

He wanted to say that a dusty corner, a native of the third realm, even with extraordinary talent, was not worth mentioning because his cultivation was still shallow and he could not withstand a single sword strike from him!
However, he cannot say such things in public; he needs to remain polite and humble to avoid appearing too flamboyant.

"With a single sword strike, he defeated the most prominent figure on the path to new life from a thousand miles away. Brother Qi, you have a remarkable skill. We await the outcome, and it shouldn't be long."

"Stop, it's just a friendly spar," Qi Yunxiao said.

Thirteen hundred miles away, torrential rain poured down, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Qi Yunxiao, the young man in blue robes above Chixia Mountain, was far less humble than he had been on Yuhua Mountain when facing Qin Ming, because here he was revealing his true nature.

Through the rain, he stared intently at the boy in front of him, his expression deep, powerful, and dangerous.

At the same time, he glanced at the ethereal woman in white standing under the canopy in the downpour. He didn't recognize her; she was someone who had unexpectedly stumbled upon the scene.

To the due south, the black-clad youth Cen Jinghong and the purple-clad girl Mu Xingyao, each a faint wisp of consciousness, came to watch the battle and witness the outcome of this gamble.

Qi Yunxiao didn't want to talk to Qin Ming anymore. He had already summoned the Nine-Colored Flying Sword, which seemed to pierce through the sky and the earth, and the dazzling sword light tore through the night!
Opposite him, Qin Ming, with his long hair flowing, stood tall in the night sky, looking no different from a real person. His consciousness blended with the light of the sky, radiating a terrifying aura.

Even when facing a genius of the fourth realm, he was not intimidated. He used his own spiritual field as a bridge to connect the celestial field, the terrestrial field, and all kinds of strange phenomena.

This is a power that surpasses the "Overlord's Testament." Qin Ming is manipulating the "great power" of heaven and earth, and the various wondrous changes that occur during this process require him to operate at the limit.

For example, this involves the fields of wind, rain, thunder, lightning, earth, and sky, requiring various corresponding evolutions of celestial energy to connect the heavens and the earth.

In just a short time, he changed his extraordinary skills and techniques one after another, from the "Wind Control Scripture" to the "River Network Scripture" and then to the "Geomagnetism Scripture".

In addition, to enhance his abilities, he also employs techniques such as the "Nanming Lihuo Jing" and the "Jinwu Zhaoye Jing," and the energy cultivation routes integrated into the "Overlord's Legacy" are also present.

Rumble!
At that moment, Qin Ming seemed to have pried open the heavens, drawing down a dense array of lightning bolts, initially small but gradually intensifying. With a flick of his finger, terrifying lightning and fire shattered the night mist and rain curtain high in the sky, blasting towards the nine-colored flying sword that was slashing down at him.

Qi Yunxiao was originally calm, with one hand behind his back, full of confidence. The power of this sword was overwhelming and unstoppable. The brilliant sword light was divided into nine colors, as if it was touching the nine heavens. It was too dazzling and illuminated the entire dark night sky!
However, at this moment, the lightning was equally magnificent and vast, with countless bolts of electricity forming a net that covered the nine-colored flying sword with extremely dangerous fluctuations.

Qi Yunxiao's expression changed drastically. In this world, lightning is merciless. Even a mortal immortal undergoing tribulation might be struck through and die tragically if he is not careful. He was only in the fourth realm. How could he possibly contend with the lightning in the natural world?
Fortunately, he realized that even Qin Ming himself did not dare to draw upon the true power of the Heavenly Thunder, but only borrowed a portion of its power.

Boom!

Even so, the dazzling "Heavenly Net" unleashed an extremely terrifying power, with countless bolts of lightning striking the nine-colored flying sword.

With a bang, the indestructible sword dimmed and flew backward.

Qi Yunxiao was shocked. What level was he at? And what level was his opponent at? Qin Ming should be far inferior to him. In his plan, he would severely injure his opponent with one sword, end the battle, and help that dragon-like youth leave a mark on Qin Ming. At that point, the "sparring" would be perfectly concluded.

What kind of monster is this? It can fight against people in the fourth realm while only in the third realm!

Qi Yunxiao could hardly believe it. There was no such being in the entire Eastern Land. Even a person as brilliant as the sun could not defy such a situation.

His understanding was correct; if it weren't for the extreme weather today, Qin Ming would indeed have been unable to fight him.

In this environment, Qin Ming was on high alert and fully on edge, because when the power of lightning was pulled out from the dark clouds, he felt his hair stand on end, and the slightest carelessness could affect him.

One slip-up and he'll "get burned by lightning!"
Qi Yunxiao retreated, quickly pondering whether this was a temporary combination of the opponent's demonic force field and the "great trend" of heaven and earth, which triggered the celestial phenomena and caused such an attack.

He believes that the opponent will find it difficult to continue using such unconventional and deadly tactics.

Because if the other party makes a single mistake, they themselves will be plunged into an abyss of no return.

"Brother Qi, a little gambling is harmless fun. You need to overpower your opponent within two sword strikes. Only one sword strike is left," the black-clad youth Cen Jinghong secretly transmitted.

However, Qin Ming's spiritual field was expanding and resonating with the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth. He intercepted Qin Ming's consciousness transmission and quickly understood what was going on.

He actually became an element in the other party's betting game, a cog in someone else's game?
Qin Ming's eyes were deep and his body was filled with boundless killing intent!
Why limit him to two sword strikes, cutting him down in the night sky? Who gave them the audacity to impose such a restriction on him!
The spiritual field surrounding Qin Ming continued to expand, and the fluctuations became increasingly intense, as if it were prying open a crack in the dark sky.

Today, he wants to see who sets the rules for whom and who plays games with whom!
As night fell, the spiritual energy field emanating from Qin Ming, carrying white mist, radiated an undying brilliance. Within those "net-like" ripples, various extraordinary phenomena appeared, such as the formation of a virtual image of the Great Thunderclap Temple and the golden crow transforming into a blazing sun...

"A superposition of the Heavenly Demon Force Field and the Sumeru Field?!" Mu Xingyao, from the Western Sea, exclaimed in a low voice from afar.

Even standing under the canopy, the mysterious and noble woman in white still showed a strange light in her beautiful eyes, feeling quite surprised.

Qi Yunxiao was unaware that Qin Ming knew about his habit of gambling for fun, but he always took it very seriously because he wanted to curry favor with the unfathomable young man, who was like a dragon, and to receive his "gift," he had to kill Qin Ming with a sword and leave a mark on his body.

Moreover, considering his own pride, he could not allow his second sword strike to fail. He was looking for an opportunity to strike, determined to end the battle quickly with a single, decisive strike.

In the darkness, torrential rain poured down like a flood, and thunder roared deafeningly.

Qin Ming's entire body was illuminated, and even his hairs were clearly visible, each one glowing. He seemed to be drawing countless lightning bolts from the heavens, his own body bathed in a bright light.

Qi Yunxiao sensed something was wrong; the opponent's spiritual energy fluctuations were becoming increasingly dangerous, almost connecting to the dense lightning in the sea of ​​clouds.

He acted decisively, unleashing a second sword strike!
Suddenly, heaven and earth seemed to fall silent, everything froze in the sword light, and the entire space-time seemed to stand still, frozen in this instant.

Only that nine-colored sword, carrying endless killing intent, flew out, its light dazzling, capable of cutting through anything!

This sword strike was incredibly powerful, capable of instantly killing many experts in the fourth realm. It was because it almost formed a domain of flying swords, seemingly imprisoning people and things in this night sky.

Unfortunately, he was facing an extreme environment. Thunder and rain poured down, and with a loud bang, a bolt of lightning struck, breaking his flying sword domain.

At the same time, Qin Ming's spiritual energy field fluctuated rapidly, as if it were boiling.

Rumble!
Amidst various illusory scenes and the ripples of the immortal spiritual field, streaks of lightning were drawn in, their brilliant light illuminating all things in the world.

With a bang, the nine-colored flying sword was struck and broken by lightning. Then, several more bolts of lightning struck down, shattering it.

With a "poof," Qi Yunxiao spat out a mouthful of blood. It wasn't a real flying sword, but one he had carefully forged with his pure Yang spiritual light.

It should be noted that this sword was also baptized by the "celestial fire of the secluded world," corroded by the light of heaven, and tempered by thunder and fire. It was forged and refined a thousand times, but in the end, it was still destroyed.

He felt a pang of heartache, and at the same time, his hair stood on end. Could it be that he would be attacked here today and something bad would happen to him?
This is his main consciousness, a spark of inspiration. If it is lost, he will be completely ruined. The remaining traces of consciousness in his physical body will only keep him alive.

Qi Yunxiao quickly backed away, trying to create a safe distance.

However, Qin Ming, carrying lightning bolts, had already attacked.

In the distance, Cen Jinghong and Mu Xingyao were stunned. Two swords passed by, but Qin Ming, who was in the third realm, did not fall. Instead, he seriously injured the genius from the East.
Both were stunned.

Black and White Mountain, Shuangshu Village. Old Liu looked at the rain and muttered to himself, "Someone's come knocking on my door. Is it too late to get past the final hurdle of seventy-three?"

He was in a strange state; sometimes his eyes were dazed, and sometimes they shone like golden lamps.

"If you really want to disturb my perfect ending, then... everyone should die! Let's all die together!" These deep words echoed from the room, seemingly shaking the entire Black and White Mountain region.

Inside the doghouse, the big yellow dog's fur stood on end, and it jumped up with a whoosh.

Then, it ran out of the yard and stared fiercely at the charred human skin in the rain.

"Senior, is that you?" the mysterious human skin asked.

"I am your father!" The big yellow dog actually spoke human language today.

The human skin, shrouded in the white mist of immortality, turned to stone, red flames emerging from its empty eye sockets as it stared intently at the seemingly ordinary mongrel dog beneath the black and white twin trees.

(End of this chapter)