Night without Borders

Chapter 478 Mythical Items
The black mountains stand side by side, all barren, devoid of any fallen petals of exotic flowers or leaves of sacred trees. Not a blade of grass grows here; only terrifying gales prevail.

The black currents of air, sharp as blades, have slashed away sections of the peaks here over the years. If it weren't for the immortal patterns inside the mountains, this place would probably have been leveled long ago.

Qin Ming remained as steady as a rock amidst the aftermath of the black storm. Looking at the howling wind, he opened his newborn eyes, and his mental field resonated with the fluctuations of the wind.

Number Four was right about one thing: there were fragments of a bronze book fluttering in the wind, but they weren't physical objects; rather, they were the manifestation of some kind of scriptural meaning.

Qin Ming is now circulating the "Wind Control Scripture," merging with the black gale, capturing the essence of this scripture.

He was still far from the tattered fan on the black mountain ahead, and had not yet experienced any emotional resonance, yet he had already obtained the fragments of scripture, which was truly extraordinary.

"It's going to be destroyed; the condensed Daoist essence is dissipating." The spirit of the Eight Trigrams Furnace seemed to have an indescribable melancholy, having "encountered" this place, yet watching it gradually perish.

Qin Ming was also somewhat moved. That fan was something from ancient mythology, yet it had rotted. What had it gone through?
However, the most important thing right now is to study the classic texts.

It's hard for outsiders to imagine that scriptures could be carried by the black, fierce winds in the mountains.

In fact, this was also Number Four's goal; he wanted to obtain those bronze scriptures.

"As the leader, instead of protecting us, you led us here to feed the demon. How could you be so vicious..." The survivors struggled, revealing resentment and fear.

Number Four was finishing off the enemy, throwing the remains into a dark crevice in the ground.

Some people were still alive when he kicked them down.

Underground, a blood mist filled the air, and those who fell were torn to pieces, emitting shrill and terrified screams, followed by the sound of creatures chewing on flesh and bones.

Number Four frowned and said, "One person made it through and didn't die here. Why didn't you stop him?"

A creature responded from the blood mist in the crevice: "He suddenly accelerated and unexpectedly passed the test, but if he wants to leave this place, he needs to leave from here, or he will die."

"You don't mean you want to support someone else so that he can also help you find food, do you?" Number Four was seriously suspicious.

"New clothes are worse than old ones, but old friends are worse than new ones. Don't worry."

Number Four asked, "What level is that kid on? Could he really be a threat?"

"Your realm isn't as high as mine, so what are you afraid of? Why don't you go and comprehend the Dao? That's a precious fan from the Tushita Palace, containing unfathomable profound principles."

Upon hearing this, Number Four didn't delay any longer and rushed into the black mountain.

"Where is he? Was he blown to pieces by the strong wind?" He frowned deeply.

Qin Ming entered the black gale, his figure blurred, as if he had disappeared.

Although there was a treacherous and extremely vicious Number Four behind him, Qin Ming was not afraid at all. This confidence came from his experience in the battle in the sky and his stepping into the fourth realm.

This is a rare opportunity, and he doesn't want to miss it, so he temporarily puts aside other distractions.

He was certain that this was a scripture far superior to the "Wind Control Scripture".

Not all extraordinary skills have priceless "secret treasures." Most skills, even if practiced to their fullest extent, yield little to no discovery. Extraordinary skills that allow one to see a "new world" are extremely rare.

In the past, when Qin Ming first met the Fourth Princess of Dayu, he helped her and was rewarded with the "Wind Control Scripture" and the "Netherworld Scripture". He had already mastered them to the limit, but he did not find any secret treasures like the Great Thunder Temple.

Now, he was overjoyed. By circulating the "Wind Control Scripture" and resonating with the black gale here, it was as if he had unearthed a wind-related divine treasure in reality.

This is an alternative way to see a new world.

Moreover, that new world is not far away, it's on the mountain ahead, and its source is that precious fan.

The spirit of the Eight Trigrams Furnace sighed: "It will burn out completely, returning everything to the origin of the world. Its final burst of light can also be considered a different kind of preaching."

In the black gale, as Qin Ming began to use resonance techniques, the tattered pages he retrieved became clearer and gradually more complete, as if they were truly cast from bronze.

Finally, as he took a step, bronze papers fluttered, floated, and swirled around him. Lines of text emanated waves and entered his spiritual field. Even though the text did not belong to this era, the spiritual imprint was still the same.

Qin Ming walked and stopped intermittently, and soon sat quietly by a special windy spot.

Regarding the "Wind Control Scripture," for Qin Ming, who is on the path of rebirth, it involves the force of wind, which has a strong tearing power and can be used to ride the wind.

As for now, he has comprehended a higher level of the Yu Gang Scripture, which is terrifyingly powerful and can blow away a person's energy and spirit, and extinguish a person's consciousness.

Without a doubt, this represents a comprehensive elevation of the meaning of the scriptures.

If he can master this skill, when he ascends to the heavens again, he will no longer be so passive in the face of the fierce winds in the Sea of ​​Night Mist.

Qin Ming walked with difficulty, stopping frequently to comprehend and cultivate amidst the black storm. He spent most of the day and still hadn't reached the end of the mountain.

However, he clearly felt that the gale around him had softened considerably and was no longer as aggressive towards him.

Furthermore, more and more scriptures surrounded him, as if most of a book had been torn off and scattered on the ground, the words on them shining brightly.

After a long period of reflection, Qin Ming began climbing mountains.

The black storm continued, but the wind in front of Qin Ming grew gentler. He cleared a path through the dark, abyss-like wind gap, climbing towards the top of the mountain.

He comprehended the teachings along the way, cultivating amidst the black storm. Such a good place for cultivation should not be wasted if it is not utilized.

Finally, Qin Ming obtained all the secret manuals that surpassed extraordinary skills, and with the resonance, he had already reached a considerable level. In the end, he even discovered some of the higher-level scriptures.

Late at night, Qin Ming had already arrived at the top of the mountain and stood in front of the rotten fan.

The storm did not harm him; the man and his fan were connected by the same source of gale, as if they were one, but the wind blown by the fan was stronger and more violent.

If the fan hadn't acknowledged Qin Ming, this level of black storm would have been enough to shatter his mental aura.

Even if this treasure is destroyed, it will still be terrifying.

Finally, Qin Ming resonated with it, his fluctuations perfectly aligned with itss, and he witnessed a terrifying scene, also capturing the last part of the scripture's meaning.

"The True Scripture Chapter: A black gale erodes everything, instantly disintegrating a city and annihilating all living beings."

Qin Ming was surprised. When the fan was intact, a single strike could easily destroy a city, as if a natural disaster had struck.

In fact, that was just the opening gesture for the last page of the scripture, which was still quite distant for Qin Ming and not yet within his reach.

"From riding the wind to natural disasters, that's quite a leap!"

That night, Qin Ming sat cross-legged on the mountaintop, touching the rotten fan, constantly resonating with and comprehending the profound principles it contained.

He didn't aim too high. After obtaining the entire text, he mainly focused on understanding and practicing the meanings of the scripture that he could grasp at the current stage, which could be immediately transformed into combat power.

That night, Qin Ming's consciousness shone brightly, and his mental field roared.

The fierce wind that can extinguish the spirit of others can also give back and invigorate one's own spiritual flame.

This was originally the fan used to ignite the flames of the Bagua Furnace.

The Six Ding Divine Fire is a gentle fire that can nourish and refine the spirit. Now that the wind and fire are moving together, Qin Ming's heart lamp is shining brightly, which is beneficial to him.

"That's right. Even without any other gains, just by using wind and fire to refine and nourish my spirit, I should be able to break through a level within a few months."

Qin Ming was delighted; he was very satisfied with this "Wind Classic".

He held the rotten fan, feeling that it would fall apart with the slightest force; the object was about to exhaust its reserves and was on the verge of collapse.

He was in control, trying to extinguish the storm.

"It's beyond saving; it's destined for destruction." The spirit of the Eight Trigrams Furnace was somber, a lingering echo of its main consciousness, still possessing perception and emotion.

However, even the lingering essence of the precious fan dissipated, and it was nearly burned out.

Qin Ming looked behind the mountain, his heart pounding. It was a deep abyss, vast and profound, as if it connected to hell.

The spirit of the Eight Trigrams Furnace sensed that Li Qingyue and Jiang Ran should be on the other side of the abyss, but Qin Ming dared not ride the wind to cross over.

Even after the spirit of the artifact carefully sensed it, it remained silent for a while.

"This abyss is like a finger hole, and it's still very dangerous." After careful observation, Qin Ming came to this conclusion. He touched the rough stone wall, trying to resonate with it.

No lingering fear remained, but he vaguely saw a horrifying scene: a finger had pierced the night, a beam of light descending and creating an abyss. That finger had pierced through the remnants of Flying Immortal Mountain!
"The Heavenly Finger of Calamity points out that calamity arises from the finger, and when it falls, it is like a natural disaster." The artifact spirit emitted a fluctuation, and some fragmented memories involuntarily surfaced.

Qin Ming's expression was solemn. What kind of great battle had Feixian Mountain experienced in the past? With such terrifying finger light, and even the treasure fan of the Eight Views Palace decaying here, it was truly unimaginable.

He did not linger for long. After obtaining the precious fan and acquiring the "profound principles" contained within it, he had completed his ascent and it was time to resolve the grievances and settle the karmic debts of this place.

Number Four was very cautious. He found fewer and fewer scriptures in the strong winds, so he retreated back to the mountain pass.

At this moment, he noticed the black storm suddenly descending and immediately asked, "Senior, what's going on? Has the treasure fan run out of power? Why has the gale subsided?"

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide in surprise. The black wind returned, and a familiar figure rode the wind, crossing dozens of mountains to reach him.

"Senior..." Number Four called out to the creature in the blood-red crevice.

The monster in the crevice remained calm and said, "Didn't you reach the late stage of the fourth realm a few days ago? Are you afraid of a mere youth? I am here, so go ahead and kill me."

Number Four was uncertain. The young man actually rode the wind and crossed a small mountain range, as if he were flying. If he had known that the other party was so capable, he would never have let this person accompany him when he was leading the team.

He had no choice. His opponent, with his clothes fluttering and rustling in the black gale, approached him and could cut off his path in an instant.

Number Four spoke up: "Young man, you're quite something. You're blessed with good fortune, a long life, and great destiny. If you value your life, then leave quickly. I don't want to use you as a sacrifice a second time..."

Qin Ming said, "Don't you feel any remorse for offering a team of trusting new recruits as food to the demons underground?"

Number Four shrugged, his eyes cold, and said, "There are no good people in the remnants of Flying Immortal Mountain. If you want to survive here, whose hands aren't stained with blood?"

Although this place is a law of the jungle, Qin Ming finds it difficult to harm innocent people.

He didn't say anything more and went straight to attack.

He immediately used his newly comprehended "Wind Classic" to test its true value in actual combat.

With a loud boom, a peculiar black storm covered the area ahead, with mysterious patterns interwoven within it.

The bronze mask on Number Four's face exploded, and his vital energy was violently shaken, almost collapsing from the impact.

He was shocked. How could this be? He had been fully engaged in studying the scriptures and was on high alert, yet he still suffered a terrible shock.

With a shout, he leaped into the air, spear in hand, its tip as red as blood, and thrust it toward his opponent in the fierce wind.

Qin Ming activated the Wind Scripture again, and in an instant, many cracks appeared on Number Four in the black storm, and the terrifying wind force threatened to tear its body apart.

He could still bear the external injuries, but inside his body, his consciousness was dimming. The peculiar wind force entering his body was trying to extinguish his spirit, which was terrifying and made him tremble involuntarily.

What kind of opponent is this? According to the demon in the crevice, this young man is only at the early stage of the fourth realm. How can he suppress him so strongly?
He roared, burning his energy and spirit to make his mental field shine again, and with all his might, he swung a spear at Qin Ming.

Qin Ming brought the "Wind Scripture" to its fullest potential, not only causing his opponent's energy and spirit to become weak and dissipate, but also blowing out his entire consciousness and spiritual light with a loud bang.

Number Four screamed in agony. Even with a consciousness imbued with pure Yang attributes, it was no match for the terrifying black storm. It dissipated and extinguished.

At the critical moment, Number Four used the Burning Life Secret Technique, making his flesh and blood translucent, his consciousness and spiritual light boiling, and he struggled to return to his body, his whole body trembling.

Number Four, filled with fear, urgently transmitted his voice: "Fellow Daoist, please stop for now. I was wrong. Which supreme lineage do you belong to as a saint? Please forgive my offense. I am willing to serve you like a slave to atone for my sins."

In his view, such a powerful young man who could defy him must be a core disciple of a top civilization, after all, he was really not weak.

Qin Ming did not fully utilize the "Wind Scripture" again. Instead, he used it in a different way, imitating some of the techniques of the Wind Scripture with Hunyuan Jin. With a loud bang, he shook the essence, energy, and spirit of Number Four out of his acupoints.

Then, Qin Ming pressed forward with the Primordial Heavenly Light Force, and the old man shouted, his essence, energy, and spirit exploding before quickly extinguishing.

Although Number Four's consciousness possessed pure Yang attributes, reappeared, and escaped back into his physical body, Qin Ming instantly used Hunyuan Jin to simulate the techniques of the "Wind Scripture," directly striking the acupoints where his essence, energy, and spirit were stored, and killing him on the spot.

"Ah..." The old man let out his last scream.

Its physical body was broken and tattered, but it was still there. However, its spirit and consciousness were pierced, crushed, and completely extinguished by the Hunyuan Force.

Qin Ming rode the wind and quickly destroyed Number Four. He never landed on the ground. He stared at the blood-red cracks in the ground and explored them.

“A remarkable genius, young friend. I think you are more suitable to cooperate with me than Number Four. You offer me blood food, and I will guide you to obtain opportunities here. What do you say?” Blood mist rose from the crevice, and the demon said this.

“You’re just a skeleton trapped in a tomb, unable to escape even on your own. What are you pretending to be, some senior expert? You’re nothing but a demon. I’ll send you on your way,” Qin Ming said.

He was not afraid; on the contrary, he was very confident. After all, he was wearing the Bagua Treasure Robe, and at this moment he quickly took out the rotten treasure fan and fanned it forcefully into the crack in the ground.

"Didn't it completely exhaust its resources not long ago?" A ferocious figure appeared from within the blood mist, composed of rotting blood and mud, roaring with fear.

In his view, even a grandmaster would have difficulty obtaining the treasure fan, yet this young man returned with it in his hand, thus gaining the recognition of this extraordinary treasure.

In fact, the rotten treasure fan has no spirit. Now it only has its remaining essence and instinct, which it constantly releases. After Qin Ming resonated with it and practiced, he became of the same origin as the fan, which is why he was able to get his hands on it and temporarily control it.

Boom!

The ground exploded open, and a section of the mountain was sheared off. If it weren't for the immortal runes deep underground, this place might not exist anymore.

Even so, that was enough. The figure formed from blood and mud in the crack in the ground exploded, disintegrated, burned, and headed for utter destruction.

“Demons and monsters should be purified,” Qin Ming said, looking down at the fan, which had exploded and turned into ashes, falling down in a flurry.

He looked surprised; if that were the case, the fan could still be used four more times.

The prerequisite is that it can be preserved and does not rot or break.

After all, the spirit of the Eight Trigrams Furnace said that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the fan would disintegrate on its own soon.

Qin Ming pondered, hoping to find an opportunity to slip the fan into the tattered cloth. Perhaps the dense, special space could temporarily prevent it from dissipating its full power.

He ransacked the place and muttered to himself, "Hmm, my day gold is back, and I even made some money."

Unfortunately, Number Four didn't have anything particularly important on him. It's extremely rare for a top member of a large organization to carry all their belongings with them.

Only a rogue cultivator like him could take his belongings with him wherever he went.

Qin Ming went far away, bypassing the black mountains and abyss, to find Li Qingyue and Jiang Ran, and to reunite with the two women.

"Hmm, it's quite lively here. There are so many people!" Qin Ming noticed more than a dozen exploration teams shortly after approaching the area ahead.

Among them was a god-like organization that rejected him, with core members such as the Moon God and the Blood God appearing there.

In addition, Qin Ming caught a glimpse of an acquaintance in a fleeting moment: Elena, a female saint of the Black Tower civilization, with waist-length silver hair and dressed in spotless white.

If she is here, then Oleg, who calls himself the Lord of Jade Capital, must also be here.

At the same time, the Eight Trigrams Furnace determined that Li Qingyue and Jiang Ran were not far away and were currently lurking nearby.

"This place seems quite extraordinary, attracting top-tier saints and extremely powerful organizations one after another." Qin Ming entered discreetly, preparing to participate.

As he ventured deeper, he discovered that the area was barren, scorched black, and the ground was getting increasingly hot.

He realized something, sensed it carefully, and said, "True fire of the sun?"

Qin Ming had once sensed a trace of the true fire of the sun in the Grandmaster Qiong Hui of the Sun Elf race, which was far more terrifying than the sun fire in other elves.

Instantly, his heart surged with excitement. If there was such true fire here, he would have to find a way to intercept some, as it would be of great benefit to him.

The fourth stage of the path to rebirth – the Heart Lamp – can be blessed with a divine flame in the early stages, allowing the Heart Lamp to burn brightly, illuminating the path ahead and enabling one to go further.

He already possesses the Southern Bright Fire and the Six Ding Divine Fire. If he were to obtain the True Fire of the Sun, it would form his own fused "Samadhi True Fire." When integrated into the Heart Lamp, it would surely have wondrous uses, such as cleansing and refining one's essence, energy, and spirit, and preventing all evil from invading.

Most importantly, his cultivation should be able to advance further.

He went out alone to explore foreign lands, all for the sake of improving himself.
"I have the 'Golden Crow Illuminating the Night Scripture,' which, in theory, if practiced to a high level, may spontaneously generate the true fire of the sun. However, this technique is too profound."

Qin Ming had largely mastered the technique, but had not yet fully grasped it.

Now, if he were to obtain the true fire of the sun, he would not be a rootless duckweed. With the help of the "Golden Crow Illuminating the Night Scripture," he would surely be able to cultivate a fire seed with "roots" and make it the source of true fire.

Qin Ming was filled with anticipation as he marched deeper into the scorched mountains.

(End of this chapter)