Night without Borders

Chapter 481 Saliva Flowing
Night, thick fog, icy plains—this is the ultimate place.

A chilling aura swept over them, and the mist was thick, completely different from what they had imagined. It was not a secluded place; on the contrary, it stretched as far as the eye could see.

Perhaps what you see before you is not an ice field, but a frozen sea with relatively flat ice sheets that stretch as far as the eye can see in the thick fog.

In the distance, clusters of true solar fire flickered; otherwise, this place would be as dark as an abyss.

Many people from various organizations came, but after arriving here they dispersed slightly, appearing sparse and inconspicuous, like a few drops of rain merging into the sea.

"Could it be a hidden paradise?" Grandmaster Silver Rat stood upright, stroking his mustache, his two golden bead-like eyes gleaming.

"Wonderful!" An old monster grinned. In this era, even if there were any hidden paradises, they would be incomplete and high above the heavens.

Such a discovery within the remnants of Feixian Mountain ignited the passion in many, filling them with excitement and anticipation.

"The timing is perfect, God bless us," the blond old monster exclaimed.

People understood what he meant. Now that the divine chain had just decayed, they had caught the best opportunity. Any earlier and they wouldn't have been able to get in, any later and someone else might have gotten there first.

An extraordinary master's nose twitched; his sense of smell was exceptionally keen. Then, he vanished without a trace, heading towards the depths of the frozen sea.

"Hmm, there seems to be a faint fragrance!" Some people belatedly realized this, and then they all set off, transforming into streaks of light and rushing into the depths of the mist.

Many people speculate that a place where extreme yin transforms into extreme yang can reverse life and death, and if medicinal herbs are born there, they are conservatively estimated to be celestial-level treasures.

After traveling about twenty miles, a delicate fragrance filled the air, giving everyone a feeling of ethereal bliss.

However, the extraordinary master in front of him stopped in his tracks, looking suspicious.

"What's wrong?" Someone asked.

"I felt someone touch me, but luckily I dodged quickly." The alien master said solemnly.

Another master approached him, circled him once, and then his expression changed drastically. There was a striking black palm print on his back.

Instantly, the crowd stirred. Had a grandmaster been struck by a ghostly hand?

Many people stood back to back, looking around.

The area was shrouded in thick fog, making it impossible to see anything in the distance; it was as if we had stumbled into a frozen, misty sea.

"It's alright. If that thing could harm a Grandmaster, it would have already killed him." Grandmaster Silver Silkworm said, transforming into an old man about the size of a palm.

Suddenly, a shrill scream rang out, smoke rose from behind a young man, and a pitch-black palm print grew larger, even emitting flames and burning.

He transformed into a human torch, writhing in agony on the ground, melting the ice layer deep within. Some tried to save him, but it was too late.

In an instant, he was burned to ashes.

"Perhaps some creature was born from the True Fire of the Sun, but it's not a big problem. It can only bully the younger generation," a grandmaster said.

Many young cultivators secretly grumbled, "Can't he even speak properly? He's seriously threatening the safety of many people, yet he utters such words."

Suddenly, a demon cultivator made a move. With a wave of his hand, dark light swirled and covered the area in front of him. He locked onto a faint phantom in the thick fog and pulled it towards him.

It struggled violently, then burst into intense flames, which quickly dissipated and vanished into nothingness.

"That's right, it's a spiritual phantom born from the true fire of the sun."

Someone laughed and said, "Clearly, the True Fire of the Sun ahead has become sentient and has 'roots' that can be transplanted. We can take it away and cultivate it. This... is priceless!"

What was initially considered terrifying by many now seems to have become a good thing.

The unknown is the most frightening thing; once you know its origins, it's not so scary anymore.

Many people, though still on guard, were clearly much more at ease.

The group moved forward again, and the faint shadows appeared several more times. The strongest among them reached the Grandmaster level, but they were all repelled or even scattered, and no more tragic events occurred.

The aroma ahead grew stronger, and people could vaguely see ripples spreading across the depths of the frozen sea, with dazzling light rain rising into the night sky.

They were already very close, and everyone realized that there was probably an elixir of immortality at the source!

Just ahead, there was a constant flow of extremely yin energy, sometimes spreading out and sometimes expanding with extremely yang energy, as if the power to reverse life and death was constantly flowing.

"We're almost there!" Many people looked at each other with strange eyes, wary of one another. Everyone knew that the more dangerous the situation, the more dangerous it was.

Qin Ming was on high alert, with the Nine-Colored Sword Demon hovering beside him.

"Long ago, there was an unimaginable grand formation here. Fortunately, it decayed and no longer functions!" While some people were relieved, many others tensed up.

Because if external pressure is insufficient to instill fear, internal strife is very likely to follow.

"Brother Yijian, we can say that we became friends after a fight. We happened to meet there and had a friendly sparring session, competing with each other, but we didn't fight to the death..."

On the frozen sea, Elena of the Black Tower civilization communicated with Qin Ming via telepathy, wanting to secretly form an alliance.

“Alright, we’ve become friends through a fight, so we can get along well and explore this place together.” Qin Ming nodded in response.

In the thick fog, the various organizations separated, keeping a distance from each other, all on guard against something.

"The saints of Yujing..." A chirping sound rang in Qin Ming's ears. A silver-spotted ladybug from the Strange Insect Alliance was transmitting its voice, communicating with Qin Ming in secret.

It also conveys goodwill, hoping to avoid misunderstandings between the two sides, and, if possible, to stand together through thick and thin.

"No problem, having more friends means having more options. I'm willing to continue down this path of friendship with you..." Qin Ming replied.

Soon after, even the group of demon cultivators extended an olive branch to him.

Clearly, Qin Ming's earlier performance had made all parties wary, and it seemed that no one wanted to provoke him.

“I observe that you, fellow Daoist, possess similar qualities to us. We should be kindred spirits…” The prodigy among the demon cultivators expressed great enthusiasm.

Qin Ming reflected on himself, wondering where his aura and demeanor resembled that of a villain, that the other party could say such things and look at him with admiration for his kind.

He really wanted the other person to point it out so he could correct it immediately!
In this short period of time, Qin Ming's consciousness flashed intensely as he secretly made agreements with six different groups of people, promising to advance and retreat together.

He frowned and reminded Li Qingyue and Jiang Ran that this area might be in turmoil, with different forces secretly forming alliances, and bloodshed could break out at any time.

"I understand that our team has good relations with three organizations and has already agreed to join forces."

"However, it's a bit chaotic..."

Li Qingyue revealed that there were only four teams, but after some private discussions, they were even divided into closer and more distant groups, creating a more detailed circle.

Jiang Ran said, "There are four teams, so there are already five circles. No, there are now six circles!"

Qin Ming was taken aback. The relationships were so complicated that even the four close teams could be further divided into different subgroups.

At this time, the seventh force contacted Qin Ming, expressing their desire to get closer.

This startled him; it was a god-like organization. The "Moon Goddess," dressed in snow-white robes, was nearby, smiling at him and expressing goodwill.

Qin Ming nodded. He had already learned the origin of the Centipede Bead through resonance, and that it came from this organization.

Clearly, he was wary of the god-like organization; could it be that they had noticed something?

However, since the other party approached with a smile, he naturally had no need to turn hostile.

"Brother Yijian, I sense that the yellow-haired old monster is hostile towards you. Why don't we eliminate him first? What do you think?" a demon cultivator secretly transmitted his voice.

"Hmm, that's something I can consider," Qin Ming nodded.

"The old guys are too powerful, and it seems that several grandmasters have joined forces with them. They are very unfriendly to us and we need to take them seriously." The demonic cultivation organization informed us that they had also recruited the Black Tower Civilization and the Strange Insect Alliance, preparing to take action against the hostile grandmasters.

After a brief exchange, the young, powerful cultivator in the golden robe among the demon cultivators transmitted his voice, saying, "Make your move!"

Qin Ming's expression was solemn. He raised his spirit and energy to the limit, and his physical body became incomparably radiant. He transformed the Nine-Colored Sword Aura into the Nine-Colored Heavenly Blade and held it in his hand, the blade's light soaring into the sky.

At this moment, instead of advancing, he retreated, his figure flashing and leaving behind afterimages, as if he wanted to leave this area.

The blond-haired old monster opposite him wielded a black spear, displaying unparalleled bravery and terrifying sonic booms as he traversed the night fog, seemingly about to shatter the void, his ferocity and arrogance invincible.

Most importantly, the demon cultivators and the members of the god-like organization acted simultaneously, all targeting... the old saint of Yujing, "One Sword"!
Qin Ming moved above the frozen sea like a floating ray of light.

However, there are many others like him who possess special weapons and the same incredible speed, and the Strange Insect Alliance, the Black Tower Civilization, and others have all made their moves.

The seven organizations that had previously allied with Qin Ming suddenly turned against him and launched a fierce attack on the old saint of Yujing.

Without a doubt, this is a situation where a pack of tigers hunts a dragon.

The seven organizations had a tacit understanding in secret; their approach to "One Sword" was a pretense, their real intention was to join forces to eliminate him.

Qin Ming never trusted them in the first place, and his suspicions reached their peak when people from the God-like Organization approached him.

Otherwise, if he had charged at the yellow-haired old monster just now, he would definitely be in dire straits now, and have been beaten to a pulp by a group of powerful people.

Even though Qin Ming was on guard, the seven major organizations had a large number of experts, and their combined attack and all-out effort to kill him put him in a terrible predicament.

Organizations from top-tier civilizations brought at least one special weapon with them, launching a fierce attack that shattered the frozen sea and tore through the night, creating an extremely terrifying scene.

Not far away, Li Qingyue, engulfed in flames, instantly entered the battlefield, covering the area in front of her with divine fire, causing screams of agony to erupt. Jiang Ran, clad in nine-colored armor and wielding a celestial halberd, appeared like a goddess descending to earth, brandishing her unique weapon, causing a flurry of heads to fly off and blood to spurt high into the air.

In this area, Qin Ming could only trust the two women. When he sensed something was wrong, he sent a telepathic message to them. As a result, the two women seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time and immediately stepped in to help him break through the encirclement.

The team leader of the group that Li Qingyue and Jiang Ran were in was stunned. He hadn't expected that there were two such powerful mermaids lurking under the surface of the water.

“The fake old saint, he is not in the fifth realm…” Oleg of the Black Tower civilization had a bright light in his eyes and was full of fighting spirit, trying to lock onto “One Sword”.

Amidst the crowd, Qin Ming wielded the Nine-Colored Heavenly Blade, unleashing his full power of Primordial Chaos Force. He engaged in continuous sword and blade clashes with others, his entire body covered in blood, mostly from his opponents.

However, he himself was also violently shaken, and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth. Among the seven major organizations were top saints wearing liquid battle suits who joined forces to kill him. If it were anyone else, it would definitely be a dead end.

Qin Ming had no external injuries. His Bagua battle armor covered him, protecting him from the impact of spears and greatswords. However, he was struck by wave after wave of overwhelming force, causing him to cough up blood.

He eventually managed to break through the encirclement and was led out by the two women.

"So powerful! He actually survived and fought his way out." The Moon Goddess gathered her hair, and on her fingertip was a drop of blood, spilled by Qin Ming.

Qin Ming let out a cold snort, and with a bang, the blood bead exploded and burned to ashes.

“I suddenly feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before,” said the Blood God of the Godlike Organization.

"I have indeed met you. I once wanted to join your organization, but you rejected me," Qin Ming replied coldly.

People nearby looked on with surprise. Such a powerful figure, a core disciple of Yujing, was actually turned away by the god-like organization?

The Moon Goddess and the Blood Goddess's expressions changed. They immediately thought of the slightly strange figure behind them. They never expected it to be their opponent, a powerful figure who could refine the Nine-Colored Sword Fiend.

"It's alright. If someone like that joins our ranks, he might become a scourge," the Moon Goddess said calmly.

“That makes sense.” Blood God nodded.

Previously, they had sensed the aura of the centipede bead on "One Sword" and had tried their best to persuade the demon cultivators who were on good terms with them to participate in the hunt.

"Alright, we'll settle things later!" Qin Ming said, looking at them.

"Brother Yijian, I'm sorry." The silver hair of the Black Tower Civilization Saint Elena flowed with light, and an apologetic expression appeared on her fair and beautiful face.

"True tea!" Jiang Ran commented. She was tall and slender like a bamboo, her black hair dancing in the wind, and her beauty was unparalleled. At this moment, she stood in the nine-colored fairy light, surrounded by an ethereal and otherworldly aura.

Elena said, "Brother Yijian, it's mainly because you were too frightening before. It seems that you were in the fifth realm and mastered the Nine-Colored Sword Demon. Such a Jade Capital Saint made us all uneasy, so we had no choice but to join forces."

“What a convenient ‘no choice’ statement. I’ll reluctantly ignite you all later.” Li Qingyue parted her red lips slightly, her figure as graceful as a willow in the wind. Bathed in divine fire, she seemed like a true immortal who had attained enlightenment in the flames, exuding unparalleled elegance amidst the mortal world.

“Why explain to him? Just kill him!” said Oleg, a saint of the Black Tower civilization. He had a remarkable record in the Jade Capital region and had never been defeated.

Now that he knew Qin Ming was not in the Fifth Realm, Oleg was completely relieved. With a strong belief, his long golden hair flew wildly, his eyes were incredibly deep, and he stepped forward holding a special scepter.

“Heh, fellow Daoist, we have similar auras. Come, let’s get to know each other better.” The golden-robed youth who led the demon cultivators looked at “One Sword” and spoke with a smile, his demeanor quite eerie.

Qin Ming stared at him, then glanced at Oleg, Luna, and the others, wiped the blood from his mouth and nose, and said, "I'll remember this debt!"

"So what if you remember it? Now that we've made our move, do you think you can just walk away?" said the silver-spotted ladybug from the Strange Insect Alliance.

"I'll turn around and kill you!" Qin Ming said, glancing at it.

"Let's go!" Then, he called to Li Qingyue and Jiang Ran and fled into the distance. The enemy had too many people, and their cultivation levels were all very high. If they were surrounded, their situation would be very bad.

At the same time, Qin Ming transmitted his voice: "Qingyue, give me some of the True Fire of the Sun!"

"Good!" A ball of holy light flame flew out from Li Qingyue's body. It didn't need any tempering; it was already the most flawless state of the true fire of the sun.

Qin Ming immediately activated the "Golden Crow Illuminating the Night Scripture," aiming to generate a rooted true fire of the sun within his own body and to integrate the corresponding scriptures.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time, ready to infuse the lamp of his heart with brilliant vitality, perhaps today would bring an extraordinary breakthrough and transformation.

"Chase!" A group of people surrounded and pursued them.

The Moon Goddess, Oleg, and the golden-robed demon cultivator blocked Qin Ming's way home, fearing he would escape.

The silver-spotted ladybug and the yellow-haired monster then began to hunt them down.

"Hey, are you trying to transform into a golden sun crow?" Jiang Ran turned her head and saw that Qin Ming's entire body was submerged in golden light, even when he was crossing the night fog. He looked as if he were standing in a dazzling golden wheel.

Qin Ming, Jiang Ran, and Li Qingyue fled. Although they were in a life-or-death situation, they did not panic and exchanged cultivation experiences as they escaped.

Jiang Ran also practices the "Golden Crow Illuminating the Night Scripture," while Li Qingyue knows how to quickly refine true fire.

“Since they’ve blocked our retreat, why don’t we just charge forward and head straight for the ultimate destiny?” Li Qingyue suggested.

Qin Ming nodded and said, "It could also be a dangerous place, but it's worth a try. We can disrupt their rhythm and force them to follow us toward the end of the final place."

Soon, the three rushed into the depths of the frozen sea.

"We must not let them touch the power to reverse life and death!" someone shouted.

"Stop them!" A group of people surrounded and intercepted them. Blood mist rose from the area from time to time, which were ordinary cultivators who had been blown to pieces.

Qin Ming, Li Qingyue, and Jiang Ran braved the blood and rushed towards the end of the frozen sea.

In fact, all seven organizations had their own agendas, and they all breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Yi Jian was not an old saint of the fifth realm.

Many people believe that he is no longer a deadly threat and have begun to harbor ulterior motives.

Among the seven organizations, there are different combinations, and at least a dozen small cliques in the shadows. Right now, many people are starting to think about how to take down the next team.

Therefore, after Qin Ming and his group survived the initial and difficult period of encirclement and suppression, they successfully fought their way out and went far away.

The group behind them were not of one mind at all; they had already begun a new round of open and covert struggles, and followed the three at a leisurely pace.

"It smells so good!"

"It's refreshing and goes straight to the soul!"

At this moment, even Li Qingyue and Jiang Ran exclaimed in surprise, feeling unable to resist the temptation. The fragrance filled their hearts, making them almost intoxicated by it.

Qin Ming made no attempt to hide his drool, wiping it directly from his mouth.

This is no exaggeration. Even those behind them, at a greater distance, were drooling with envy, drawn by the rich fragrance of the flowers.

Oleg whispered, "There are only two kinds of herbs in the world with such a strong fragrance that is so irresistible: the highest-grade magic flower and the elixir of immortality. I prefer the latter!"

"Perhaps it's a combination of the two, the Immortal Flower!" Elena's eyes sparkled, and even a saint like her couldn't help but swallow hard.

It's easy to imagine how incredible the fragrance of this flower must be.

The Blood God swallowed his saliva in large gulps, while the Moon Goddess covered herself with her sleeve, not wanting to damage her image.

"If I do not obtain this divine medicine, I will never have peace of mind in this life!" the yellow-haired old monster roared.

A group of strange insects, as if drunk, were swaying unsteadily during their flight.

Qin Ming's entire body was flowing with true solar fire. He and the two women were at the forefront, already close to their destination.

Fortunately, all the magic arrays were decayed and it was unknown when they were set up. Now, this area is completely open to them.

"There are spiritual phantoms born from the true fire of the sun here, be careful!" Li Qingyue warned.

Jiang Ran was also on high alert, holding her Heavenly Spear and scanning her surroundings warily.

Qin Ming stood on the frozen sea cliff and looked down. One side was pitch black and deep, and the extreme yin energy seemed to freeze one's soul. It was an abyss.

On the other side, amidst the towering golden clouds, a plant bore flowers as dazzling as the blazing sun, emanating a rich fragrance that seemed to flow with the true fire of the sun.

This is quite miraculous; a place that is extremely yin has given birth to a flower that is extremely yang.

Most astonishingly, at the boundary between extreme yin and extreme yang, there was an open crystal coffin, in which lay a woman, ethereal as a celestial being in slumber, surrounded by a faint white mist.

The divine flower was right beside the coffin, as if it were there to help her reverse the cycle of life and death and revive her.

Qin Ming stared wide-eyed. Who was that woman? Her coffin was suspended on the cliff, at the boundary between Yin and Yang, and was nourished by an immortal divine flower.

At this moment, the rich fragrance seemed to permeate his very soul; anyone here would lose their composure and feel as if they were floating on air.

Qin Ming quickly wiped his drool, secretly relieved that Li Qingyue and Jiang Ran hadn't seen him lose his composure like that.

Right now, he couldn't wait to go and pick the elixir of immortality.

In fact, the two women themselves could not resist the temptation and were both covering their red lips with their sleeves.

"I think I just..." Qin Ming looked around and realized it wasn't his imagination. A drop of saliva fell down, leaving a shimmering trail.

"No!" His expression changed.

Because that drop of crystalline light fell into the coffin.

In an instant, the woman's flawless face trembled, then her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Immediately afterward, lightning flashed and thunder roared across the entire world, shattering the night sky in a terrifying display.

(End of this chapter)