Night without Borders

Chapter 474 The New Master
Under the cover of night, Zhuo Kun knelt down, touching his head to the ground. His long, snow-white hair was loose, covering most of his face, but it was still possible to see that his face was pale and bloodless.

Not long ago, he wore a crown and a golden robe embroidered with celestial dragons, accompanied by auspicious scenes and the sounds of dragons roaring and phoenixes singing throughout the night sky. He was like a god descending to earth, touring the mortal world.

But now, he has fallen from the sky, where brilliant light and rain were falling, to the muddy ground, repeatedly kowtowing. The contrast between before and after is truly like heaven and earth.

Zhuo Kun was truly terrified; he was trembling both mentally and physically.

Behind him, the eight Earth Immortals also turned pale and fell into the dust with him, not daring to raise their heads, kneeling under the night sky as if to beg for forgiveness.

"The divine ruler, compassionate towards all living beings, travels throughout the mortal world..." These words seemed to still echo in the sky, but in the blink of an eye, they became the source of their fear.

If Yujing is revived, then they have undoubtedly overstepped their bounds.

After Zhuo Kun removed the crown, he pressed it hard into the soil until his knuckles turned white.

Before this, the group had a very grand procession, with divine light illuminating the mountains and rivers, and the sun and moon reappearing in a hazy state, and the stars arranging themselves, revealing all sorts of wonders through special means, truly like a king ruling the world.

But they were not the rulers of the Jade Capital, and could not even reside there.

Behind the "Divine Lord" and the Eight Great Earth Immortals, there were many followers who were all stunned by their actions, and then filled with fear.

A group of people knelt there, trembling.

Zhuo Kun dared not get up. He couldn't understand why Yujing had suddenly revived and manifested divine power. According to their calculations, it shouldn't have been born yet.

He was filled with dread; no one knew better than him how terrifying the High Land was.

Before him, as he knelt in worship, the precious mirror fell to the ground with a clang, its surface rippling. He watched it quietly, and his scalp tingled with fear. The scene above the night sky filled his heart with endless terror.

Beyond the heavens, a new life has been born!

A divine glow pierced the night sky, and above the pitch-black heavens, the blurry outline of a mysterious city emerged, enveloped in a halo.

"Has Yujing... chosen a master?" Zhuo Kun's lips were trembling, and he could barely speak.

The precious mirror on the ground is a sacred object that can capture unclear scenes from beyond the heavens. Deep within that halo, on the magnificent altar in the center of the Jade Capital, heavy artifacts from the imperial retinue appear.

However, it was too far away, and only a vague afterimage could be seen. It was a canopy with flowing red hues, shrouded in thick fog, with crimson clouds accompanied by purple mist.

Normally, there should be a figure standing under that umbrella, right?

Above the ninth heaven, closer to the Jade Capital, there are also extraordinary treasures; a glimpse of their afterimage was vaguely captured.

The high-ranking figures from Star Mountain, Thunder Palace, Misty Peak, and other places were all horrified. Even the top experts of the seventh realm were terrified.

In their eyes, on that blurry altar, an imperial umbrella spun, tassels cascading down amidst crimson clouds, and purple mist rising from the east—a scene of utmost holiness. They gazed intently, and vaguely made out a figure standing there from behind.

Unfortunately, it's too far away. Even with the magic mirror in hand, they can't see through it. Besides, they dare not continue to reflect the Jade Capital; they've already overstepped their bounds.

Most importantly, the imperial umbrella and figure on the altar flashed by in an instant, disappearing without lingering in the world for long.

This undoubtedly shocked them greatly.

The Jade Capital, the central altar, the yellow canopy, the blurry silhouette—these elements combined made it impossible for them not to overthink.

In the sky, all the old mountain peaks felt oppressed and uneasy, as if Yujing was undergoing nirvana after its disintegration, and there were indeed living creatures inside.

"Supreme Land, Supreme Will..." They kowtowed, their faces pale, pleading for forgiveness. They wrote on special paper and threw it into a deep abyss, praying incessantly, as if performing some kind of ritual, asking the living beings still in Jade Capital to forgive their sins.

“We…” an old earth immortal trembled, filled with fear. They had once held onto a sliver of hope that after the Jade Capital exploded, perhaps no important figures were still alive inside.

Now it seems that is not the case at all.

Their actions undoubtedly offended the Jade Capital, failing to comply with the will fluctuations emanating from there in the past.

Although they revered the highest heavens, deep down they once believed that Jade Capital was merely a name without substance, an empty city.

The leaders of the old strongholds were ashen-faced, their hearts churning as if a tsunami had struck them. They had not only overstepped their bounds, but had also mistakenly believed that the "supreme will" above them had vanished.

Putting aside other things, the opportunities and good fortune that Yujing left for all kinds of geniuses in the future were intercepted by them and treated as their private property.

They forcefully locked down the heavens and intercepted the Dao's essence. Regardless of whether the outside world would deteriorate or become more barren as a result, these actions were all grave mistakes.

"Was that... an adult awakening?"

“He stood under the imperial umbrella, his back to us, indifferent, without saying a word, ignoring us. This will most likely bring down a 'divine calamity'!”

In the heavens, within the Pure Land, all the old monsters were terrified, bowing their heads devoutly, constantly writing on special paper with the blood of the Earth Immortals, trying to communicate with the Jade Capital, praying continuously for forgiveness and mercy.

Chaos has broken out in the sky!
The crowd on the ground was naturally in an uproar. However, although ordinary people revered the Jade Capital, they were unaware of the inside story and were not under as much psychological pressure as the Earth Immortals.

"The Divine Lord and the Eight Great Earth Immortals, leading their followers in worship of the blurred city under the night sky, were all trembling with fear!"

"Didn't they say they had compassion for all living beings and wanted to slay demons and monsters on earth? Why are they scared now, acting like they have committed a great sin?"

Many people witnessed Zhuo Kun and his group's actions, and the news spread far and wide.

Ancient mist gates exist between different regions, as well as newly opened void paths leading to other realms. The Ancestral Masters and the Earth Immortals outside Yezhou had not yet left the area radiated by Yujing. When they looked up and saw the blurry outline of the city in the sky, they immediately knew that something big was about to happen.

They used secret methods to contact their spies whom they had planted beforehand.

"The Jade Capital has been restored, and the people in heaven are kneeling. I really want to go back and take a look."

"The divine ruler's pilgrimage is usually a grand affair, but now he's suddenly become humble, bowing his head to the ground and kneeling for a long time. If we were to approach him now, I wonder if he would suddenly attack and kill us, or if he would still devoutly kowtow to the heavens, hahaha..."

As they laughed, blood trickled from the corners of their mouths. In this upheaval of the world, they were all seriously injured, and even the slightest action was a heavy burden.

No one expected that the people in the sky would kneel down, leading to this sudden change.

However, none of them intend to return home for the time being, and the situation is currently filled with uncertainty.

In the sky, wind and rain raged, and the leaders of the various old strongholds felt heavy-hearted, waiting in oppression for the great figure from Yujing, who was still alive, to descend with a "storm."

Some people with low stress tolerance are on the verge of a mental breakdown.

There were also peerless experts of the seventh realm, their eyes flashing with divine light. In such a great world, it was impossible for anyone to be born into the eighth realm. Even if there were living beings of that level, they would all be completely decayed, and their attacks would only be the strongest methods of the seventh realm.

"If the highest realm truly holds us accountable and sentences us to death, then we'll fight to the death!" Some ruthless beings in the heavens secretly prepared themselves. Rather than waiting to die, they decided to take a gamble. Although the result might still be death, it was better than doing nothing.

Some cunning individuals are already quietly packing their bags, hoping to escape to distant lands through the ancient Misty Gate, just in case they succeed.

If so, they are essentially following the old path of the ancestral masters and earth immortals, which can be considered a "coincidence".

In a sense, they are "fellow travelers," and there may be the surprise or shock of meeting an "old friend" in a foreign land in the future.

Thick black clouds collided, storms surged, and undercurrents churned both above and below. Qin Ming was completely bewildered; he had been kidnapped, or rather, coerced.

He had been passively standing on the altar, under the yellow canopy, and then in an instant he was moved away, completely unaware of the shock and impact that this blurry glimpse of his shadow would have on the outside world.

He could never have imagined that he would be mistaken by a Celestial Immortal-level witness as the first great figure to recover in Jade Capital.

Some even speculate that the High Land has chosen a new master!
The two pieces of tattered cloth touched, leaving imprints of the earth and moon, and the blazing sun, on the original altar site, holding up the passage and preventing it from closing.

The sun and moon shone brilliantly, as if they were real, forming two doors, and on their exterior was a layer of characters that surrounded the doors, forming a tangible divine halo.

Within the narrow passage, various scenes continue to flow outward from the opposite bank, converging on the sights of Yujing. This is a kind of accumulation, which will one day solidify and gradually become clear.

Such a dramatic change at the altar would surely alarm any living creature in the Jade Capital.

At this moment, a commotion came from within the ten-colored ice mountain... faint breathing began to appear, gradually increasing in intensity, and then, like the ebb and flow of the tide, a terrifying aura began to revive.

Beyond the heavens, far from the Jade Capital, in the boundless darkness, Qin Ming, protected by a yellow silk umbrella, looked at two rotating pieces of strange golden cloth not far away, his feelings complicated. They were spinning and glowing.

"This is... the fourth piece!"

The new scrap of cloth was not large, and it was certainly not the piece of cloth containing most of a blazing sun that the ancient surviving being from the deep sea of ​​Night Ruins had mentioned.

A few wisps of moonlight shone on the tattered cloth in front of them, casting a hazy glow.

In addition, there appears to be a very short, sharp, and intimidating claw tip along the edge of the tattered cloth, but unfortunately it is too badly damaged.

"The scenery is becoming more and more 'colorful and diverse,' but what exactly is its full appearance?" Qin Ming stared at it.

Old Bu's attempt to integrate with New Bu seems to be thwarted, as the area that just separated from Yujing is resisting.

"Temporary owner!" Old Bu emitted a faint ripple that reached Qin Ming's mind.

Then, the scene suddenly changed. Qin Ming was astonished to find himself in a place paved with strange gold, surrounded by a hazy light.

"Has Old Cloth grown bigger, or have I shrunk?" He found himself standing on Old Cloth, which was very spacious, with the golden cloth spreading out as a large platform.

On the opposite side, the ground was also covered with gold-colored cloth, and the new cloth occupied a relatively large area, emitting a soft light as it reached out towards this side.

Qin Ming stared ahead, his pupils contracting, because he saw a figure walking out from the golden cloth opposite him.

He wasn't the only one there; there were others too!
The newcomer was dressed in a white robe, his black hair had a crystalline sheen, his eyes were clear, his face was fair and handsome, and he could be described as having a refined and elegant appearance. He was a young man with an exceptionally outstanding appearance and temperament.

As he walked, his feet shone brightly, each footprint seemingly imbued with Taoist charm, flowing with radiant light, making the white-robed man appear even more extraordinary.

Old Bu emitted a wave, sending out a brief message that the person who came was of similar status to Qin Ming.

It was obvious that the other party, like Qin Ming, was a temporary owner of the Different Gold Cloth.

This person wasn't here just now, how did they suddenly appear?

Qin Ming involuntarily looked towards Yujing. Could it be from there?
The white-robed man remained calm, smiling faintly as he clasped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Qin Ming. He then emitted a peaceful mental fluctuation and said, "This treasure is of great importance."

He was polite and courteous, but he clearly conveyed his true meaning: he wanted Qin Ming to part with his love, otherwise he would bear enormous consequences.

"Does it concern the rise and fall of Yujing?" Qin Ming asked.

The man in white smiled, said nothing more, and waited calmly for his response.

"It won't shut down!" Old Bu emitted a subtle fluctuation, informing him that it wouldn't affect Yujing; whoever lost would lose their temporary ownership. Qin Ming glanced sideways; if that was the case, the white-robed man's polite and courteous request for him to withdraw was really... a bit too much.

The man in white robes was calmer than Qin Ming had imagined, still wearing a faint smile. He reached out and asked for the old cloth, saying, "You won't suffer any losses in the future; you will definitely be rewarded."

He smiled and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Qin Ming was unsure whether the man in white robes came from Yujing, but he possessed an extraordinary air of confidence and composure. Outsiders who didn't know better would have thought he was sincere and honest.

However, Qin Ming found it difficult to feel any goodwill towards these people. They seemed peaceful and gentle, but in reality, they were very assertive.

They are competitors. The other party is undoubtedly strong-willed, confident of victory, and has already declared "I am the only one who can win" even before the fight has begun.

Qin Ming calmly replied, "Before you reached out to me, did you even consider how many of my moves you could withstand?"

The young man in white robes said, "It seems that something unpleasant is bound to happen. Actually, I really didn't want to fight, but now I can only apologize to you, fellow Daoist."

He smiled, extended a hand, and gestured for him to enter.

It was clear that he was someone of considerable background, and he maintained a calm and elegant demeanor throughout, his smile remaining unchanged even as the duel was about to begin.

Qin Ming said, "If you can still apologize to me gently after the fight, then I will admire you."

He didn't hold back and acted decisively, unleashing his full power from the outset, without holding back, using the esoteric Buddhist technique—the Inner Realm Heaven-Opening Axe.

On the day Xie Jinglan unleashed this killing move, even Qin Ming was deeply shocked and found it quite difficult. Later, after he fully comprehended and digested this trump card, Qin Ming was able to unleash it with even greater divine power.

Now, he is holding nothing back, immediately unleashing this forbidden ultimate move recorded on the last page of the most supreme scripture, which is naturally extremely terrifying.

After Qin Ming's inner vision was activated, a giant axe appeared in the sky, dazzling and surrounded by calamity energy, shattering the night mist sea and possessing an indestructible force.

The young man in white robes had his feet firmly planted on a piece of golden cloth, which was glowing. A dazzling light rose from the soles of his feet, accompanied by Taoist rhythms and runes.

Qin Ming was immediately taken aback. Could this guy really use the power of that new cloth?
Without a second thought, he activated the Inner Realm Heaven-Opening Axe with all his might.

In an instant, the entire area was engulfed by the axe light, the sharp energy howling like rolling thunder, deafening, and the space itself seemed to collapse, as if it had been cleaved open by the axe light.

The white-robed man had deep eyes. His entire body was covered in a strange golden light, and various metallic lights were drawn from afar, transforming into deadly blade lights.

Even the metal-related objects on Qin Ming's body vibrated violently and "came to life," ready to be used by his opponent and directly targeted at him.

In a flash, Qin Ming realized that this might be someone with an "innate golden body," naturally suited to control all metal-based substances and forces.

Recently, while studying the "Longevity Sword Intent" in the "Scripture of Living in the World" which is not recorded in writing, he came into contact with some secrets that he did not know before.

If you excel in a single field, you can also become the strongest.

For example, the "Scripture of Preserving Life" is most suitable for health preservation, but who would have thought that in addition to the text, there is also an artistic conception? It also contains the sword of killing. If you cultivate it to the supreme realm, you can even transform into a body of immortality.

Currently, this person is pursuing an extreme path in a single field, and has vaguely transformed into a "natural golden body".

At this moment, even the sword Qin Ming used to conceal his identity and for decoration automatically unsheathed itself and pierced towards his own head. In particular, the small golden sword hanging around his neck was like lightning, about to pierce into his flesh, bursting out with an exceptionally terrifying light.

Even the chain on the small sword made of exotic gold would dig into the neck.

The young man in white robes was displaying unimaginable skills, even borrowing some of the metallic aura from the exotic gold cloth.

Fortunately, Qin Ming reacted quickly and was powerful enough that he used the Primordial Heavenly Light to block the most dangerous alien metal sword. Its material was special and had to be controlled.

As for the chains and decorative swords made of ordinary iron, they are not worth mentioning. In the face of his "Refining the Body and Uniting with the Dao Scripture," they are as fragile as porcelain and shatter instantly.

At this moment, the Heaven-Opening Axe in the inner realm cleaved out, carrying an overwhelming light that was unstoppable, as if it could split the heavens and the earth.

The young man in white robes, having gathered all the metallic energy of this place, now wielded a completely different aura, and was in charge of killing. He held a gleaming longsword that had been formed in an instant, and dared to clash with the Inner Realm Heaven-Opening Axe.

In this area, blinding beams of light shot out one after another, like countless comets streaking across the night sky, exuding a murderous aura, intertwined runes, and accompanied by unpredictable chanting.

The terrifying blade light and axe light, like a cascading galaxy, completely covered the area, blinding people.

Finally, blood splattered here.

Qin Ming looked down at the bloodstains on his body, which carried a metallic, murderous aura and were interwoven with mysterious patterns.

This isn't his blood; it's from his opponent being injured by the Inner Realm Heaven-Opening Axe.

The young man opposite him had his long sword broken, his white robe stained with blood, and his sharp giant axe, wreathed in dazzling light, nearly cleaved his body in two.

However, Qin Ming frowned. The other party retreated like a ghost, wielding metallic light, almost becoming ethereal, and his body was healing rapidly.

On the young man's body, starting from his left shoulder, a huge wound stretched diagonally down to his right waist and abdomen, almost severing his entire body.

At this moment, the white-robed man's body was no longer solid, as if it had melted into liquid and mist. He was actually able to heal himself in this way.

Qin Ming followed him closely, locking onto him. Since he failed to kill him the first time, he would try again the second time.

Within his inner vision, after the giant axe reappeared, the white-robed young man's feet absorbed enough of the strange metallic energy, and they actually liquefied completely.

Its inhuman, irregular, liquid body swept towards Qin Ming, attempting to envelop him.

Even though the Heaven-Opening Axe could shatter some of the molten metal, there was still much more flying in from all directions, trying to attach itself to Qin Ming's body.

With a clang, a sword-like sound rang out from Qin Ming's body. The giant axe dimmed, the inner landscape disappeared, but the nine-colored sword aura appeared, piercing through his body and omnipresent.

At this moment, Qin Ming unleashed the Heaven-Slaying Sword Intent using the sword energy densely covering his body.

The omnipresent Primordial Sword Aura, combined with the invisible sword intent, was like the first ray of light from the primordial era piercing the sky—too dazzling to be true, illuminating the eternal darkness.

Large amounts of molten metal dimmed and then collapsed, scattering as they were struck by the Heaven-Slaying Sword Intent carried by the Nine-Colored Primordial Sword Fiend.

In the distance, a young man appeared, his white robe turning to ashes. He covered his body with metallic energy, his body riddled with holes and sword marks, his flesh and bones transparent like a fishing net.

Even though he could liquefy and become like real metal, he was still severely injured by that sword. The undying sword aura and sword intent eroded much of his essence and spirit, which manifested in his physical body after he returned to human form.

"You..." He gasped for breath and staggered backward.

The white-robed man was able to become the temporary owner of the strange gold cloth opposite him, so he must have extraordinary abilities, a strong mind, and always had confidence in himself.

But today, he suffered greatly in two consecutive collisions.

He conjured a white robe from metal vapor, his expression solemn; his composure and elegance had vanished.

Qin Ming was also very serious. This was a powerful opponent. He had been hit by Qin Ming's Inner Realm Heaven-Opening Axe and then struck by the Nine-Colored Sword Fiend, yet he had not died. This was truly remarkable.

Qin Ming nodded, then calmly said, "You can still stand in front of me, not bad, very strong."

The young man in white robes could no longer smile; his face was expressionless as he asked, "Fellow Daoist, what is your name?"

"Seeking defeat," Qin Ming replied with a smile.

The man in white took a deep breath to steady himself. He was usually the one who looked down at his opponents with gentleness and communicated with his defeated subordinates with elegance. But now that he was at a disadvantage, he couldn't laugh.

With a loud boom, he blurred away, and terrifying metallic energy boiled around him. Killing light was everywhere, and a large number of characters were densely packed in the void.

Qin Ming frowned slightly. This person had transformed into a metallic, murderous aura? It was omnipresent.

However, he was fearless, his whole body glowing, using the meaning of the silk scroll to control all the laws, and one halo after another appeared around his body. These were layers of celestial light energy. Although they were mixed together, they still had their own unique and dazzling phenomena.

He stood like a blazing sun, illuminating all things, his brilliance reflecting off the earth and moon on the old cloth beneath his feet, shining brightly between heaven and earth.

"It's over. You've lost." The new cloth opposite him emitted a faint fluctuation, preventing the young man from transforming into a metallic killing aura.

With a whoosh, the white-robed man reappeared, covered in blood and riddled with wounds. Unwilling to leave the scene, he said, "I have not yet been defeated. I still have my Innate Golden Body, special metal domain, and other ultimate techniques that I have not yet used."

"If you continue fighting, you will die." Shinbu emitted one last wave of energy and then fell silent.

The man in white robes remained silent, then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Qin Ming and said, "Since you are so strong, you must eventually reveal yourself to the world and fight again in the future."

"I thought you were going to apologize to me." Qin Ming's body was flowing with chaotic energy, endlessly regenerating, carrying wisps of immortal truth.

The young man in the white robe looked uneasy. After taking a deep breath, he said, "I'm sorry!"

With a whoosh, he disappeared from there, wrapped in a new cloth.

Qin Ming looked down at the huge piece of strange gold cloth at his feet and said, "Old cloth, your brother has run away."

Instantly, he was flipped over, and Old Bu returned to his normal size.

At the same time, the yellow parasol appeared, reflecting the sunset and flowing with dark purple mist. On the surface of the parasol, a hazy and beautiful face was looking around. It was clear that Old Huang had been isolated and had been trying to spy on something the whole time.

In a short while, the piece of exotic gold cloth that had been gone returned.

It acknowledges that it has changed to a new owner, or rather, a temporary owner.

It immediately connected with Old Bu, emitting a soft light, quickly merging into one, and drifted into Qin Ming's hand.

With a whoosh, Old Cloth carried Qin Ming away, plunging towards the earth.

Qin Ming quickly grabbed the yellow silk umbrella to protect himself and block the terrifying gale from the sky that could blow away a person's spirit and energy.

He landed safely on the ground and learned that a major change had occurred in the sky!
"Has that city in the outer heavens revived and chosen a new master?"

At this moment, in the Jade Capital, heavy breathing sounded like thunder, accompanied by flashes of lightning. In the ten-colored ice mountain, someone suddenly opened their eyes.

At the same time, in the sky, among the old mountain peaks, the special papers stained with the blood of the earth immortals exploded, and words emerged from the ashes, accompanied by a majestic voice.

In an instant, everyone in the sky turned pale, and even the most powerful immortals immediately prostrated themselves on the ground.

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