Night without Borders

Chapter 370 The Fallen Immortal of Black and White Mountain

In the deep night sky, above the dark clouds, the spiritual field expanded around Qin Ming. The Great Thunderclap Temple, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, rang its bells, the yin and yang energies flowed, black and white particles surged, and the divine sparrow carrying the Southern Bright Fire soared through the sky...

How could Qi Yunxiao possibly withstand it? This was a manipulation of the power of heaven and earth; from the highest heavens, the Daoist aura descended, enhancing the spiritual field imbued with immortal radiance.

The once pitch-black sky was completely illuminated by Qin Ming. The pair of enormous hands that materialized from the spiritual field looked like the millstones of heaven and earth closing together. They were huge, magnificent, and powerful, causing the entire rain cloud below to rise and fall, stirring up waves.

Qi Yunxiao was disintegrated inch by inch. In those huge hands, he was like a flying insect, insignificant, and was slowly crushed.

"Ah..." His shrill scream echoed through the night sky.

The consciousness light, imbued with a portion of pure Yang attributes, had already acquired traces of immortality, meaning it would not perish with a single blow.

The stream of light that burst from between the fingers of those large hands re-emerged in the night sky as Qi Yunxiao's form appeared, his face pale and his lips stained with blood essence.

However, even though he did not die and reappeared, he could not change his fate. He was still trapped within this spiritual field and could not break free.

At this moment, ripples spread outwards from the spiritual field in concentric circles, like a vast net in the sky. Qin Ming stood in the center, surrounded by magnificent and wondrous sights. Accompanied by the resounding sounds of ancient bells, he was like a deity, solemn and majestic, looking down upon his reappearing opponent.

Qi Yunxiao's face was ashen. He staggered as he stepped on the tangible spiritual energy waves. He felt like an insect caught in a net, unable to escape or resist.

Not long ago, he was very arrogant, traveling thousands of miles in his mind, leisurely stepping into the air, with one hand behind his back, believing that he could kill this native with one sword and keep him bedridden for months.

Ultimately, it was he who found himself in dire straits, and now he was fighting for survival.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but suddenly a pair of celestial demon hands reached out from that vast Sumeru field and slammed him between their palms with a soft thud.

Qi Yunxiao exploded again, his consciousness and spiritual light completely disintegrating.

Cen Jinghong and Mu Xingyao, who were also "stuck" in the spirit field, were stunned. That was a seed-level figure of the fourth realm, yet he had actually failed here!
Their bodies were ice-cold. What kind of monster had they provoked?

Cen Jinghong and Mu Xingyao came to their senses and realized that they had previously regarded Qin Ming as a "paper doll" in the game, using him for small bets for fun. Now, a chill ran down their spines.

As they were filled with unease and regret, Qin Ming's gaze fell upon them, and he reached out a hand to cover them.

"Wait, Brother Qin, let's talk this out." Cen Jinghong shouted. Even if it wasn't his main consciousness, he didn't want to waste it here, otherwise it would eventually damage the cultivation of his true body.

However, Qin Ming ignored him and, as tall as a giant god, grabbed him in one go. With a little force, light scattered everywhere, causing him to disintegrate.

The usually aloof and unapproachable Mu Xingyao, though dressed in flowing purple robes and exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura, could not maintain her composure and quickly spoke: "Qin Ming, please stop. I have something to say."

In response, a large hand suddenly fell down, followed by terrifying squeezing forces from all directions, which twisted her graceful body and turned her face deathly pale.

Then, with a soft "poof," she was also crushed by Qin Ming's grip.

Qi Yunxiao's consciousness dimmed, flickering like a fire in the wind, yet it reappeared.

In fact, he couldn't even pretend to be dead; in this sacred place, he had nowhere to hide.

"Its vitality is quite tenacious," Qin Ming said.

This time, when he poked down with one finger, it was like a pillar supporting the sky crashing down, causing Qi Yunxiao to shatter once again.

“He is a descendant of an ancient immortal. Do you really want to kill him completely?” Cen Jinghong asked weakly again.

He didn't reveal his own identity, but instead probed by mentioning Qi Yunxiao's background.

Qin Ming turned around, his face cold, and said, "After the descendants of the Earth Immortals came to Yezhou and committed atrocities, do they think they can get away with it without paying the price?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yunxiao lost all hope. In fact, even if the other party stopped now, he would be almost crippled, having already lost eighty percent of his cultivation.

Whether it was Qi Yunxiao, Cen Jinghong, or Mu Xingyao, they were all extremely weak at this moment.

Qin Ming could easily annihilate them, but he did not immediately make them disappear.

He gazed at the woman in white in the distance; she was no ordinary person, and seemed even more formidable.

Beneath the canopy, she possessed an extraordinary aura; her tall figure exuded a mysterious Daoist charm, like a celestial lotus swaying and shining in the night sky.

"I was just passing by." She smiled faintly, showing no intention of participating, and then disappeared into the rain, disappearing into the clouds.

Qin Ming stared at her hazy back, feeling a sense of familiarity, but even his newly awakened eyes could not see through it.

Behind the woman in white, Meng Xinghai appeared, accompanied by an elderly man with white hair and beard, who stared at the woman's back for a long time.

"Xiao Qin, are you alright?"

The battle in the night sky alarmed Meng Xinghai in Chixia City, who rushed over with a grandmaster-level elder.

"Uncle Meng, I'm fine." Qin Ming shook his head and, accompanied by three weak beams of consciousness, came to them.

The old master from the Meng family was somewhat lost in thought, unable to believe what he was seeing. Although he arrived late, he still managed to roughly see the truth.

He knew very well that Qin Ming's methods had already exceeded the scope of the third realm, overwhelming the seed-level figures of the fourth realm outside the domain.

Even Meng Zhiyan, the patriarch of the Meng family, who was knowledgeable and experienced, was greatly shocked and could hardly believe his eyes.

In the past, Meng Xinghai valued Qin Ming highly and protected him several times. When he drove away Cui He and Cui Shuning, he showed no respect to the Cui family. Some members of the Meng family had some complaints about this, believing that he should not have offended people from a thousand-year-old family.

As Qin Ming gradually emerged as a prominent figure, the voices of those clansmen who were somewhat dissatisfied with Meng Xinghai gradually quieted down.

At this moment, the old master Meng Zhiyan witnessed the end of the battle in the rainy night. He was deeply moved and felt that his grand-nephew was really good at making judgments!

"Qin Ming will surpass the Overlord of yesteryear!" This was his immediate judgment and assessment.

"Xiao Qin, what do you want to do with them?" Meng Xinghai asked.

At this moment, Qi Yunxiao, Mu Xingyao, and Cen Jinghong all had their senses blocked and had completely lost consciousness.

Qin Ming said, "I would naturally like to crush them directly, but considering that they come from outside the realm and have a powerful background, it might cause some trouble, so it is not good to eliminate them directly."

He paused slightly, then said, "I want to obliterate their pure Yang power, sever all their cultivation, leaving only a wisp of their consciousness so that the attacker's physical body can barely survive." Let them go directly? That's impossible; at the very least, they must be completely crippled.

Meng Xinghai nodded and said, "Leaving behind fragments of consciousness is almost the same as killing someone, but it makes it easier for the other side to save face and also makes it easier to report to higher-ups and communicate with the outside world."

The old master of the Meng family nodded and said, "Yes, Qin Ming, as a seed of the new path in Yezhou, was attacked on a rainy night. Although he was in danger and forced to fight back, he remained calm and restrained throughout. His actions showed rationality and maximum forbearance. He did not retaliate recklessly because of the humiliation, which shows that he is pure of heart. I hope that friends from outside the region who come to Yezhou will treat each other with courtesy and live in harmony. They must not go against their conscience and violate the virtues of gentleness, kindness, respect, frugality and humility."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming's expression immediately changed. Although Meng Zhiyan's words were quite official, they were watertight, and it was likely that they would soon be reported to higher-ups and communicated to all parties.

The old master of the Meng family felt that the patriarchs of all paths were in seclusion and it was not advisable to disturb them. It just so happened that the first ancestors had been more active recently, so it was most appropriate to let them step forward.

Meng Xinghai nodded and added, "The person is still alive after all. Let them come with 'sincerity' to redeem him."

Then, Qin Ming showed no mercy, grinding away the pure Yang consciousness of the three and severing their cultivation.

Thirteen hundred miles away, at Yuhua Mountain, the night was hazy. There was no rainstorm. In the spiritual lake at the top of the mountain, clusters of fire lotuses swayed, scattering fine rain of light, accompanied by a delicate fragrance.

The young man in black, Cen Jinghong, smiled and said, "I think it's about time, isn't it? Brother Qi will be back soon too."

Someone smiled and agreed, saying, "This is the skill of a sword immortal. He can travel thousands of miles on his sword, wander through the void in his mind, and return in an instant. His combat power is unparalleled, and he is carefree and unrestrained."

Qi Yunxiao was very mild-mannered and low-key here, knowing that everyone was not to be trifled with. He raised his glass and said, "I am far inferior to everyone's superb skills. This was just a friendly exchange. Afterwards, I will probably have to apologize and explain to Brother Qin. I was really reckless tonight, which is a real headache."

Mu Xingyao smiled slightly and said, "Brother Qi only used two swords; he didn't mean to hurt him. I think he can understand."

……

On Black and White Mountain, raindrops as large as fists pelted down in dense, relentless rain.

It was pitch black; nothing could be seen.

Suddenly, a thick bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, instantly tearing apart the thick, inky darkness.

At that very moment, a large, furry claw was illuminated by lightning in the night sky, appearing as massive as a dark cloud.

It's as if it's tearing open the sky, ripping off an old man's skin.

The charred human skin had grown larger, obscuring the entire abyss-like sky, resembling a giant kite fluttering in the rain. The pale face was clearly visible, and blood was dripping from the empty eye sockets.

On a terrifying rainy night, if an ordinary person were to witness this scene, they would most likely faint from fright.

In the night sky, the large yellow dog's massive body was as majestic and awe-inspiring as a mountain, filling most of the sky with a sense of oppression. Its eyes were cold, its temperament was extremely fierce and powerful, and it tore open the old man's skin with cracks.

It roared in a deep voice, suppressing the rolling thunder, its ferocious power overwhelming, and the bloodthirsty aura it emitted directly burst through the dark clouds, disrupting the torrential rain.

With a tearing sound, it ripped open the old man's skinned face, and thick blood flowed out, staining the night sky red. A torrential rain of blood fell between heaven and earth, carrying a strong stench.

The old man spoke urgently: "Brother Dog, can you please stop? Please let me have a word."

The big yellow dog coldly replied, "You're the dog, you son of a bitch! I am a god! Open your empty eye sockets and look carefully!"

"I came here seeking wise men and sages, why won't you give me a chance to communicate?" the old man Pi said quickly.

"You demons and monsters, you creatures that can't stand the light! The people behind you want to get a close look at the old master's condition, don't they? Now that you're here, you're all doomed!"

After the big yellow dog finished speaking, its enormous paws tore open the dark clouds, as if the entire sky had been cleaved open by it, and with a tearing sound, it ripped off a large piece of the huge human skin.

It said coldly, "Don't think we don't know that when our old master struggled to escape from Yujing, there must have been something shady behind him who took advantage of the situation and escaped along that blood-red road."

It opened its huge mouth and spat out a blood-red fireball, just like a celestial dog that had swallowed the sun and then released it back into the sky, blasting it towards the old man's skin. Instantly, endless crimson clouds dyed the entire night sky red.

"boom!"

The old man's skin was hit and torn to shreds, almost becoming rags. Blood dripped down, a gruesome sight, and even his old face was shattered.

Then, the big yellow dog grabbed it and tore at it violently.

The fairy skin that made outsiders uneasy and wary was torn to shreds by the big yellow dog, like a shredded pancake.

The old man groaned, his swollen, leathery body shriveling up, with thick black mist and blood evaporating from within, as if an ancient magic array was being revived.

Inside the room, Liu Mo stood still, black and white energy emanating from his body. His eyes were like two abysses, and through the blood mist, he seemed to see two familiar figures.

In a distant, unknown land, in a celestial lake shimmering with nine-colored light, patches of golden lotuses grow, exuding a rich Daoist aura and swaying with celestial essence. Clusters of buds rise and fall amidst the golden glow.

Among them, two lotus platforms radiated countless rays of immortal light, each holding a hazy figure. At this moment, the two suddenly opened their eyes and looked towards the direction of Black and White Mountain.

Liu Mo calmly said, "You and your ilk have been clinging to life for five hundred years, destined to decay. Do you think I will also die?"

"Master, please don't revive me! This old servant has been eating chaff and wild vegetables for five hundred years, living in a daze. I really don't want to go through it all again. Today, with this old servant here, I can vanquish the demons and unseal me!" the big yellow dog cried.

With a series of soft, smacking sounds, it tore the old man's skin to shreds and burned him to ashes with a blood-red fireball.

It was panting heavily. Clearly, its actions had come at a price. If left unattended, under normal circumstances, it would immediately revert from being a dog god to a mere dog afterward, needing a long period of rest.

A wisp of blood-red light, enveloped in black mist, broke free from the ashes of the old man's skin and fled into the distance.

"Old master, look! This is just a skin, not a true immortal. I haven't even completely killed it. Please release me from my shackles and let me vanquish the demon for you!"

Now that it has recovered, it is destined to pay a considerable price and wants to go out and take advantage of the situation to clean up.

A moment later, the big yellow dog in the night sky shrank in size. Then, wearing a raincoat, a straw hat, and carrying a bamboo sword, it rode on dark clouds and sped away into the distance.

"Dog, after being promoted to Dog Lord, you've now been promoted to Dog God!" Yuque and Red Squirrel were stunned.

"How dare you stay and not run away!" In the Black and White Mountain area, Big Yellow Dog drew his bamboo sword with a clang. A green light flashed, and a cloud of blood mist exploded in the night sky. Then, a black figure staggered backward, only to have his head fall to the ground and his body burst into flames.

"And your bones!" The big yellow dog drew its sword again, and a sword aura soared into the sky. With a crack, it cut down a white skeleton on the dark cloud. Under the terrifying sword intent, the skeleton disintegrated inch by inch and turned into dust.

A rumor spread far and wide on this rainy night: in that remote place—Black and White Mountain—a falling immortal had actually occurred!
(End of this chapter)