Night without Borders

Chapter 449 Overwhelming Three Realms
"The duel is over." Qin Ming had already unleashed his sword strike; how could he possibly stop now!

Even if Black Tower were to secretly transform into human form, once he were to leave the battlefield, he would still have to endure this sword strike first.

The blond youth's flesh and blood were completely sanctified, and countless mysterious symbols shone brightly, emanating from his body and illuminating the night sky, as if a god or demon had been born.

His performance impressed many young people.

Before the Black Tower, a group of young men and women were filled with awe, and many others looked at the saints of the supreme dojo with fanaticism, as if the saints could look down on them, their peers.

Qin Ming's dazzling sword light cleaved through the night, as if cutting the dark sky in two, causing the night fog to explode and deafen.

The dazzling symbols around the blond youth coalesced into a majestic golden figure, soaring into the sky like a god or demon striking, directly confronting the dazzling sword aura.

"I said it's over!" the Black Tower declared, its Daoist aura surging eerily, like a vast ocean about to engulf the entire ruins of the cave.

At the same time, the new banner in the night sky glowed, and ripples expanded. It seemed gentle, but soon it emitted a sound like a landslide or tsunami, as if it were about to shake down the heavens.

They all intervened to protect the prodigies in their own camps.

In the night sky, two waves collided, and in the end, both Qin Ming and the blond youth were swept away by the Daoist aura behind them.

The large-scale competition in the third realm has come to an end.

Qin Ming was surrounded by colorful sword energy, which soared into the sky. He was very regretful that he could not continue the battle and that it was deliberately stopped.

Now he has truly adopted the mindset of a sword cultivator, becoming warlike and eager to sweep away all powerful opponents. Upon seeing the foreigner who resembles the "Lord of Jade Capital," he wants to defeat him with a single sword strike!
Before the Black Tower, the blond youth was bathed in golden runes, his flesh and blood translucent, and the power of his divine transformation continued to expand, showing no signs of abating.

Many young people know that the saints have truly met their match.

“Oleg, how are you?” a girl in a white robe asked as she stepped forward. Even her shoes and socks were snow-white and spotless. She had waist-length silver hair and skin as smooth as jade. She was of high status and could address the blond man by his name as an equal and at will.

“I’m fine. He was indeed a very strong opponent. He might be one of the saints of Yujing!” the blond youth Oleg replied.

Those present were shocked; it wasn't an old monster after all?

The white-robed girl, Elena, nodded, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, her dark eyes deep, and said, "After all, it was once the most prosperous Jade Capital. Even if it disintegrated once, most of its saints would still be alive. He is indeed very strong, after all, he defeated five legendary powerhouses single-handedly."

The young people present remained silent; they were not qualified to interrupt the conversation between the two saints.

Qin Ming piloted the wooden boat, which was filled with azure energy, back to the Jade Capital camp.

Immediately, many people came up to greet him, showering him with compliments.

"Senior, your skill is beyond compare..."

Qin Ming single-handedly held off five legendary powerhouses and killed them all, a truly remarkable feat.

Anyone who has ever sparred with "One Sword" on the dueling stage now feels proud, their faces glowing with pride; these will be topics of conversation in the future.

No one would think they had experienced a crushing defeat. If they really had to mention it, it would be: I was fortunate enough to fight a peerless sword immortal on the dueling stage!
Cui Chonghe couldn't bring himself to come over, but the elders of the Cui family smiled broadly, boasting about the "One Sword" feat.

Praising this powerful swordsman is tantamount to praising one of their own.

Even some ancient, powerful immortals came forward to chat with Qin Ming.

When expressing goodwill, everyone did so in a moderate manner and did not dwell on it excessively.

Qin Ming, a highly respected senior figure, smiled and nodded from time to time before walking through the crowd.

He arrived at the rear and stood on a wooden boat floating in the night fog, where he immediately felt a sense of peace.

Qin Ming took out the Myriad Gods Banner and studied it. He felt that there was something strange about this weapon. If there were any hidden dangers, it would be best to let them out early and ask the New Ranking to suppress them.

He tried to resonate with it, and instantly, his body trembled violently, and his pure Yang consciousness throbbed. He had not experienced such a violent impact for a long time.

His mental state was turbulent, his mind was somewhat unstable, and he felt a kind of tearing pain.

Fortunately, as his cultivation deepened, his mental will also grew stronger, allowing him to withstand the impact of various chaotic emotions.

"Could it really be a priceless treasure, but now it's been covered in dust?" Qin Ming was quite surprised.

Not long ago, he felt he had suffered a huge loss in this battle, but now he is suddenly invigorated.

He carefully tried to resonate with it, and found that the Banner of Ten Thousand Gods contained sacred evil spirits related to coldness and annihilation, which was quite terrifying. He doubted whether he could refine it.

After all, some sacred spirits are truly unsuitable for merging into the physical body, such as the true deathly light.

"Could this be the Holy Fiend of the Death Realm? If so, it's only suitable to stay in a weapon."

Various sacred evil spirits already shorten a person's lifespan. If this is a death sacred evil spirit, then it's really not advisable to absorb or refine it indiscriminately right now, otherwise it might torment the person to death.

Qin Ming keenly sensed that the Myriad Gods Banner was repelling him, and that there might be a remnant artifact spirit inside.

As he resonated with the banner further and figured out how to refine it, it suddenly became dangerous.

In an instant, the Banner of Myriad Gods moved without wind, and one after another, consciousness entities rushed out, all of them bloodthirsty, insane, and tyrannical, fiercely attacking Qin Ming.

"Is this the so-called ancient weapon used to kill one's master?" Qin Ming snorted coldly, his eight-colored sword aura spinning around, mercilessly blasting apart the consciousnesses that rushed towards him, obliterating them on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, he had annihilated nearly a hundred relatively powerful souls, his decisive actions silencing even the Myriad Gods Banner. Did this sword cultivator truly not care about it? Doing so would further weaken it, making its grade even harder to recover.

Qin Ming's attitude was firm, and he said, "If you can't be used by me, what use are you!"

This is true. Such a mysteriously acquired weapon could be a rare treasure whose level has dropped. If someone harbors ill intentions towards it, the consequences could be dire if it were to revive one day.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Gods was lifeless, and no more spirits flew out to attack him.

Qin Ming said, "If you listen to me, you have a lot to achieve in the current environment, and your future is bright."

This is no exaggeration. With the Night Market approaching and the myriad spirits roaming in the night, what does it matter if they obliterate a few traces of consciousness within the Myriad Gods Banner? It can be replenished at any time.

In the Night Market, every night, coffins float on the vast ocean, corpses rise and fall with the waves, danger lurks everywhere, and even the sky cracks open, bleeding downwards, with all sorts of heads falling.

Against this backdrop, it is perfectly suited for the growth of a weapon like the Banner of Ten Thousand Gods. If this treasure were to be covered in dust, it would surely be able to shine forth and illuminate the heavens.

In particular, the Night Ruins have thirty-six heavens.

Seeing that it was still and docile, Qin Ming held it in his hand and examined it. It was a small banner, no longer than the palm of his hand, with a black metal pole engraved with patterns. The ink-black banner had blurry patterns and was already damaged.

He began to refine it, but to his surprise, it resisted fiercely, and his first attempt ended in failure.

"Since that's the case, you're no longer of any use!" Qin Ming didn't want to waste any more time, so he threw it into the tattered cloth space.

However, at this moment, he clearly sensed that the lifeless Banner of Gods had been revived, and was quite restless and uneasy, even trembling slightly.

He could even sense a weak, hazy consciousness trying to communicate with him.

Qin Ming discovered that it was very unwilling, but it could be refined after all, which was an unexpected surprise.

"Because of the rags?"

Qin Ming figured it out; the Myriad Gods Banner seemed to be very wary and unwilling to stay inside the old cloth's tattered interior.

Old Bu remained ordinary and unremarkable, without any major ups and downs.

"The Banner of Ten Thousand Gods is no ordinary banner; it can sense Old Bu's terrifying power!" Qin Ming exclaimed in shock.

Holding the Banner of Ten Thousand Gods, he initially refined it amidst its resistance.

Qin Ming secretly communicated with it, exchanging ideas through resonance, saying, "You're too pessimistic. Can you change your form?"

The Banner of Ten Thousand Gods ignored him, and his weak consciousness felt that he was taking advantage of him and making many demands.

Qin Ming said, "Who in their right mind would use a banner? Is this for summoning a soul or for a funeral?"

The banner of gods trembled, seemingly expressing strong dissatisfaction.

Qin Ming guessed that it was only because it was extremely weak that it might have given him a good beating and sent him to his death.

"Can you transform into a yellow silk canopy?" Qin Ming felt that the shape of the banner was indeed very gloomy and depressing. What normal person would use it as a weapon?
Judging from the evidence, the person who forged this weapon, even if not a peerless demon, was certainly no benevolent person.

The Banner of Gods remained silent, offering no response.

Qin Ming thought he should study it later when he had time, so he put it away.

"Hmm?" He noticed that the dusty weapon was acting strangely again, clearly not wanting to stay in the tattered space.

Qin Ming ignored it, but a moment later, he was astonished to find that the Banner of Ten Thousand Gods had indeed changed, becoming a canopy in the emperor's procession, no longer so sinister.

He was truly astonished, and his casual remark caused the banner to actually change shape!
Qin Ming discovered that the yellow parasol was decorated with dragon and phoenix patterns, with cloud patterns at the top, and adorned with sun, moon and stars, signifying "inheriting the way of heaven above and protecting all people below".

"Very good!" Qin Ming was quite satisfied. This treasure finally looked sacred and peaceful, at least in appearance.

However, he dared not take it out now, as he couldn't let anyone see its appearance. He decided to let it remain in the rag.
From within the ruins of the cave, the sounds of fierce fighting could be heard.

The great battle was far from over; Grandmasters were still fighting! While no one was making a move in the Third Realm, there were still people battling it out in the Fourth and Fifth Realms, and the fight was incredibly intense.

In fact, almost no one participated in the sixth and seventh realms, because these levels required fighting in one's true form, and none of the old monsters were willing to take the risk.

In comparison, older generations who create clones can withstand the losses even if they are defeated in battles at the earlier levels, and the impact on themselves is not as significant.

The fifth realm battles had far fewer participants than the fourth realm battles, but there were still many vying for supremacy.

The great red dragon from Pugon suddenly appeared, while on the opposite side was a rather sacred silver dragon.

"Dragon Mother, as a peerless expert of the seventh realm, has actually entered the game." In front of the Black Tower, some elders looked solemn. They were all renowned giants of the Dragon Clan.

In fact, it was only after the Black Tower offered her benefits and personally asked Daenerys Targaryen to intervene that she got involved; otherwise, she wouldn't have bothered at all.

The great red dragon had no idea what the title "Dragon Mother" meant; it only saw a graceful female dragon flapping her sacred dragon wings and gracefully descending the stage.

"We are both dragons..." it began, trying to ingratiate itself.

Then it was brutally beaten; it was attacked like a storm right from the start.

The great red dragon was shocked to discover that it was indeed no match for the dragon. After being hit hard several times, it became enraged and said, "Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"

In an instant, it became extremely dangerous, as a terrifying power revived within its body.

Daenerys Targaryen immediately unsealed herself and fought against it.

However, no one expected that Daenerys would eventually be pierced by an exceptionally terrifying beam of light, covered in blood, and flee the battlefield at top speed.

On the other side, the big red dragon was also terrified and turned to run away.

It hadn't expected that the Dragon Mother was a being of the Earth Immortal level, a realm higher than it.

The power it just revived was not its own; it was the chaotic energy that the founder of the Silk Calligraphy lineage had sealed within it, a backup plan left for it.

"The Mother of Dragons has actually lost!"

"That big red dragon... escaped too!"

Before the Black Tower, a group of people were stunned. How could a sacred dragon like the Dragon Mother, who had been resurrected, be so severely injured? What kind of power was that? It made them all feel a chill run down their spines.

There was also a commotion in Yujing, and even the old monsters of the earth immortals looked solemn.

"That sage who arrived riding a dragon is truly... terrifying. Is this the legendary Chaos Force of the seventh realm? It's awe-inspiring!"

Back home, Qin Ming was also shocked. Although he had not yet seen the sage, the appearance of the seventh realm's Heavenly Light Force ahead of schedule was indeed terrifying and lived up to its reputation.

The big red dragon turned around and found that he had been scared out of his wits. The chaotic energy left behind by the old man had severely injured his opponent and directly frightened the enemy away.

"Although my sage is slow and dawdling, his combat prowess, if not unparalleled in the seventh realm, is definitely among the top." The great red dragon stood tall, his confidence restored.

Not long after, Qin Ming re-entered the scene. Under the arrangement of Xinbang, he rode a wooden boat in the form of a scarecrow and ascended the ruins in the identity of Taiyi.

The first realm's competition was originally extremely quiet, with almost no one participating. However, with Taiyi entering the fray, it completely stirred up a frenzy.

Because when he fought someone, he would end the battle in just two or three strikes, it was simply overwhelming!

"What? None of you are willing to use the Leaf of Immortality to redeem your lives?"

Qin Ming had not expected that no one was afraid of death in the first realm competition.

He quickly understood the situation: the old guys losing one of their lowest-level clones wouldn't have a significant impact.

Qin Ming felt a tightness in his chest and unleashed the strongest technique of a body cultivator from the immortals, a power that surpassed even the Four Imperial Forces. Who could withstand such a blade of light?
After he unleashed his fury, he killed his opponents almost one by one with each strike.

In front of the Black Tower, many people refused to believe in the evil spirits. Could they really be killed with a single strike? There was no justice in the world!
Even among the old monsters of the seventh realm, some secretly ventured out to try and challenge the terrifying blade light of Taiyi.

Reality is cruel. Unless they fight a guerrilla war, if it comes down to a head-on confrontation, no one can withstand that blow!

Even the two saints, Oleg and Irene, did not dare to step into the arena, deeply sensing that this body refiner had an absolute advantage in the first realm.

The main point is that the Black Tower also warned them not to fight this person in the first realm.

"So I wasn't a sword cultivator after all." After defeating his opponents from the outer regions one after another, Qin Ming did not obtain the Longevity Leaf, but he completely broke free from the mindset of a sword cultivator.

His strongest technique is—Hun Yuan Jin!

Qin Ming pondered that he was indeed very strong in the first realm, probably because he had once disintegrated his body, making his silk calligraphy completely flawless and reaching the most perfect realm of this state.

“I thought that killing five legendary masters with a single sword was already astonishing, but compared to this Taiyi, the latter’s dominance seems to be even stronger and simply unshakeable.”

In fact, people from both camps think this way.

The competition in the first realm fell completely silent, with no one else stepping in.

Not long after, Qin Ming was again assigned by the New List to appear as a wooden figure and challenge the Black Tower in the second realm.

This time, he demonstrated the methods of achieving divinity through esoteric Buddhism.

"Damn it, this wooden man—the Realm Sect—is a tough nut to crack, maintaining an undefeated streak until now."

Below the Black Tower, many people frowned.

In the end, Qin Ming caught a big fish, and the white-robed girl Elena entered the fray. As a saint, she was extremely popular and her appearance immediately sparked heated discussions.

Qin Ming was surprised: "We didn't see the foreigner who called himself the Lord of Jade Capital, but this woman's status seems to be quite high. There's actually a lot of commotion and noise on their side."

He had already determined that the blond youth he had encountered earlier was the so-called "Lord of Jade Capital," but unfortunately, he was unable to fight him to the end.

The girl in white had a flawless face, with dark, bright eyes. She first introduced herself, and then asked, "Who are you? A peerless immortal from Jade Capital, or... a saint?"

“A rogue cultivator – a realm-building sect,” Qin Ming replied.

A great battle broke out, and the girl in white was extremely powerful, almost like a celestial being.

At this moment, Qin Ming had some doubts. Could it be that the Celestial Immortal was a "saint" of the Jade Capital?
The opportunity was rare, and finally a big fish entered the arena. Qin Ming naturally went all out, opening his inner realm and revealing his divine pure land.

When Elena attacked, attempting to breach this sacred pure land, Qin Ming erupted. He couldn't directly unleash the Ninefold Sacred Fiend, so he quietly placed himself deep within the pure land, returning to his origin and evolving the power of calamity energy.

In the Pure Land, the old era, which seemed to exist like gods and immortals, reappeared. Strands of calamity descended, severely injuring Elena, ripping her white robes, dimming her sacred flesh and blood, causing the golden symbols to disappear, and piercing her body.

Covered in blood, she staggered backward and collapsed in the sacred land of the gods.

Before the Black Tower, everyone was in an uproar; a saint had actually been defeated!
"Do you want to redeem yourself?" Qin Ming asked.

"Pay back my life." Elena corrected, even in this critical moment, she maintained a peaceful state of mind and had a sacred aura. Faint golden runes lit up again in her flesh and blood, like a god reviving and healing herself.

"Same here!" Qin Ming landed a big deal, this time receiving ten Longevity Leaves.

"They've lost. Even one of our saints isn't a match for him?"

In the end, the blond youth did not participate; he was stopped by someone.

"There's something strange about this place called Yujing. The Taiyi Sect, the Realm Sect, and the One Sword that cuts through the Thirty-Six Heavens are all incredibly powerful."

Some people sighed in front of the Black Tower.

Subsequently, after the fourth and fifth realms had their share of duels, the experts on both sides ceased to make a move.

Black Tower solemnly said, "I apologize for disturbing you. Farewell. We are not your enemies. We were just passing by by chance. Perhaps we can discuss the Dao again someday."

It crossed the sea of ​​night fog and went straight away.

In Yujing, some pessimists initially thought that a bloody war between the supreme Daoist lineages was about to break out, but unexpectedly, the storm was quelled so quickly.

"There will be further intersections in the future." These words appeared on the new list.
A moment later, it led everyone into a magnificent palace, where celestial flowers bloomed, medicinal herbs covered the ground, and countless wonders unfolded amidst the light of flying immortals.

Soon, palace maids brought out fine wine and delicacies.

The new leaderboard shines, and we reiterate our promise: all rewards will be doubled.

Qin Ming's three identities are all here: scarecrow, wooden man, and stone man. His consciousness is divided into three parts, with the three selves staring at each other, which is a very strange experience.

In fact, others are the same, such as Guanghan and Changxi, who are actually the same person, the Giant Spirit God and the Fierce Beast are indistinguishable.

An old monster, a celestial being, came over in person, very enthusiastically, and clinked glasses with Qin Ming, who was a sword cultivator.

The celestial being also appeared, smiling as she raised her glass to the "Realm Sect".

Qin Ming was very calm, truly displaying the demeanor of a peerless master. In reality, he was slightly restless deep down, already thinking about various rewards.

For him, the great battle in the heavens was finally over, and it was time to reap a rich reward.

(End of this chapter)