Night without Borders

Chapter 406 Chang'e, Alone, with Whom Will She Be With?

The vast mountains and forests, the boundless sky, and all directions were bathed in moonlight, soft and clear, presenting a magnificent and radiant scene.

Qin Ming was shocked. Old Bu was really something. Where had he taken him?

He lived in the darkness year after year, and even if there were fire springs in his surroundings, it would never be like today, with the heavens and earth covered in clear light, giving a sense of vastness and desolation that is transparent and pure.

"Old Bu, where have you taken me? Have we escaped the abyss and entered a land with the sun, moon, and stars?" Qin Ming wondered.

Behind it, the pitch-black night fog was thick and churning, while in front of it, the light was clear and bright, as if they were two completely different worlds!
Then, Qin Ming became wary. Was this area safe? He was just a teenager in the third realm; could he have stumbled into some kind of forbidden place?

In the world of Night Fog, most of the places with light are occupied by powerful creatures.

What I see before me surpasses anything I've ever seen before.

Even the Super Fire Spring can only illuminate one city. What Qin Ming is experiencing now is a great light, which can be described as "shining for thousands of miles, a magnificent scene in the sky".

What level of monsters could be lurking in such a pristine place?

Would the rag-cloth be planning to use someone else to kill him?

"Old Bu, if you're unhappy, you can leave on your own. There's no need to bring me here." Qin Ming pondered, they really really disliked each other.

He thinks Old Bu is useless, and Old Bu thinks he's an eyesore and spits at him.

At this moment, the rag carried him into the zone of light and landed on the ground, no longer flying high in the sky.

Qin Ming decisively let go, no longer using any sticky force; if he couldn't afford to provoke him, he would simply let go.

Unexpectedly, the rag did not fly away. And as before, it did not shimmer or shine because of its rare material; it remained dull and unremarkable.

“Something’s different now.” Qin Ming keenly sensed that Old Bu was subtly pointing in a direction, unlike the lifeless atmosphere of the past.

This is strange. Could it be that it is about to fully recover and be able to communicate with people? In the past, it has never paid any attention to its "master".

Although Qin Ming said he would let go and separate, his body language betrayed him, and he was already walking towards the mountains where light was everywhere.

"Something's not right!" As he crossed the magnificent mountain ahead, he finally realized that there was something wrong with this place.

"Where is the moon?" He initially thought the moon was blocked by the mountain, but after reaching the top and looking around, he was at a loss, as the night sky was empty.

The score on the Liliyuan!
The night sky was deep and there was no bright moon hanging high.

However, there was clearly moonlight in this world, a bright and clear light, enveloping everything like a thin wisp of smoke, just like the pale and hazy moonlit nights described in ancient books.

Qin Ming stood on the mountain ridge, observing carefully. His gaze gradually changed. What kind of upside-down place had he arrived at? The moon was actually on the ground!

He gazed ahead at the boundless forest, where the moonlight seemed to spread from the ground to the sky, becoming more intense the lower the elevation, like frost crushed on glass.

The trees, from their branches to their leaves, were bathed in moonlight, hazy and sacred, like rising white smoke, or jade turning into flowing clouds.

Moreover, Qin Ming pinpointed the source, which was not far away. A bright moon shone on the ground, its gentle ripples spreading across the forest and shining back into the sky.

The rag points to the moon on the ground!
Qin Ming walked through the forest, and the grass and trees along the way were covered with moonlight like water, white and peaceful, like an unreal dreamland.

He was very fast, but even so, it took him a long time to get close to his destination.

In the forest ahead, there was a clearing where a bright moon lay on the ground, seemingly partially buried by the soil, or perhaps reflected in the water, its shimmering ripples stretching far and wide.

But there was no water there, only land.

"Old Bu, what do you mean by bringing me here? If you don't want to stay by my side, then leave on your own. After all, you can't force a relationship," Qin Ming said jokingly.

He was completely bewildered by the place. The moon rippled across the ground, its light rising into the night sky. Everything was so abnormal.

The rag didn't react; it was so plain and unremarkable that it was no different from any other day.

Qin Ming was full of doubts, but in the end he followed the guidance, stepping on the moonlight and approaching the moon on the ground.

The area was shrouded in white mist, making it appear even more hazy, while the path ahead gradually became clear and transparent, and he felt as if he had stepped onto the edge of the buried moon.

With a whoosh, it was as if he had broken through a veil. The bright moon was still beneath his feet, but the scenery in front of him was somewhat different.

Qin Ming stared intently at the magnificent palace, his eyes deep and unfathomable. Could that be the legendary Guanghan Palace?

In front of the palace, there is a large cassia tree, which is emitting fragrance. Under the tree is a rusty axe with a rotten wooden handle.

There was also a rabbit, or more precisely, a bloodstained rabbit skin, hanging on a branch of the osmanthus tree.

It's hard not to speculate: who skinned Chang'e's rabbit?
This is not the only building; on one side, there is a vast arena, which is very grand and magnificent, with a clear sense of history.

In addition, there was a golden palace, which was severely damaged, with most of it collapsed and the ground covered with rubble.

Three distinct architectural styles appear in one place.

"With whom does Chang'e dwell in solitude?"

Qin Ming guessed that, after so many years, if there really was a Chang'e, she would have been too old to walk without a cane by now.

After all, according to the Night Mist World, no living being can be immortal. Even celestial beings and gods have a lifespan and will eventually die of old age.

Even though Yujing is hailed as the highest place, the great figures within it eventually decay. Qin Ming looked around and listened carefully. The place was very quiet. What was Old Bu's purpose in leading him here?

He hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the Golden Palace. He found that there was a lot of blood on the ground in the half-collapsed building, which looked like a murder scene.

The tattered cloth rippled slightly, as if trying to stop him; it was not a place he could set foot in.

Qin Ming was suspicious. Was he supposed to go find Chang'e? He readily agreed and immediately set off for the Moon Palace.

However, in front of the palace, the rag reacted slightly, preventing him from getting closer and causing him to change course.

Qin Ming heeded the advice and stopped abruptly, but his head peered inside. The interior, which appeared to be the legendary Guanghan Palace, was covered in cobwebs and looked desolate.

Suddenly, his pupils widened, and he really saw a person. Was it Chang'e? Her white dress trailed on the ground, unable to conceal her slender figure, and her graceful and elegant back was perfect.

She seemed to have been frozen there for thousands of years, without moving an inch.

Qin Ming looked at it again and again, never looking away.

Suddenly, to his astonishment, the perfect figure, as sculpted as clay or wood, slowly turned its head, its long black hair fluttering in the breeze.

Suddenly, he saw a pale face. Before he could examine it closely, what he saw seemed to be a thunderbolt falling from the sky.

The blinding light in front of Qin Ming almost brought tears to his eyes.

He vaguely felt that the rag shook slightly. Was it attracting lightning, or was it helping him to avoid it?
After the terrifying light disappeared, the woman in the Moon Palace still stood there, not even a strand of hair swaying, as if she had never looked back.

Was it an illusion or a hallucination? Qin Ming was an obedient person, and when he felt a slight pull from the tattered cloth, urging him to leave, he immediately turned and walked away.

When he passed by the osmanthus tree and saw the blood-stained rabbit skin hanging on it, he immediately quickened his pace.

Qin Ming walked toward the last building. This time, Old Bu did not stop him, and the place fell completely silent.

At the entrance of this magnificent arena hung two paper lanterns the size of millstones, entirely blood red. As he approached, flames instantly ignited inside.

"Southern Bright Fire!"

Qin Ming's heart pounded, and his face stiffened slightly. The two lanterns at the gate actually contained divine fire; such a display was truly frightening.

He walked forward, deciding to make the best of it and choose to trust Old Bu.

When the two sacred lanterns lit up, the entire ancient building was no longer lifeless; it seemed to be fully revived, and the engraved patterns began to glow.

Qin Ming walked into the arena and looked around.

It is surrounded by high walls, with tiered stands and the central arena located in a recessed area.

The arena was magnificent, constructed of massive stones, and could accommodate a large number of spectators.

In the depression of the arena, on the central arena platform, there was a living being that had been motionless, as if it had been sealed away and petrified.

However, as the inscriptions on the boulder lit up and the torches were suddenly lit, the creatures in the area abruptly came back to life.

Qin Ming stared at the two creatures with a serious expression.

One of them was a human girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a fair, slightly round face, fluttering eyelashes, and clear, large eyes.

In fact, the girl had a very innocent temperament, as if she was naive and had just recovered from her illness. She was still a little confused and slightly bewildered.

Opposite her was a monstrous insect, somewhat resembling a centipede, with a pitch-black body but a human head, looking quite ferocious. Behind it was a glowing vine, like a cordyceps sinensis that had come to life.

The two beings went from stillness to revival in an instant, and then engaged in a fierce battle.

"I concede and withdraw..." The girl was panicked. She already had bloodstains on her body and seemed completely unsuitable for the arena. She was no match for that insect monster.

Her voice abruptly stopped as the cyan-gold vines behind the insect monster pierced her forehead, drawing blood. The fear on her face was magnified, and the light in her eyes quickly dimmed.

puff!
The insect monster tore her apart, staining the stone ground with blood.

As soon as Qin Ming entered, he witnessed this bloody scene.

Then he saw that there was a stone gate on each of the eight sides of the arena. Now, the thick fog was billowing, the stone gates were glowing, and there were voices of discussion, as if they were coming from an extremely distant place.

"The Earth and the Moon have actually come back to life!"

"where?"

"The fog gates in front of us have reopened, where are you talking about!"

"The arena has been activated. Are there still any living people in the Moon Palace?"

A commotion erupted within the eight misty gates, with heated discussions taking place as various parties seemed to be selecting personnel to emerge from behind the gates.

Qin Ming was completely bewildered. Standing in the ancient building, he actually heard sounds from different regions. Then, some creatures rushed out of the thick fog and entered the arena.

At this moment, the figure standing motionless in the Moon Palace slowly turned around.

(End of this chapter)