Night without Borders

Chapter 505 Golden Core Realm Mastery God Slayer

On a rainy night, the Thunderfire Alchemy Hall glowed.

Qin Ming sat cross-legged on the ground, letting the large raindrops patter down outside, and the occasional sound of wind snapping tree branches, but he remained calm throughout.

When natural thunder and fire appear in the world, it is the best time to practice the "Primordial Thunder Seal".

This true scripture is very difficult to practice. The first step is to cultivate the mind, abandoning distracting thoughts such as greed, anger, and ignorance, and ensuring that the mind does not wander and the spirit does not stray.

This can certainly be done in a quiet room.

But now, with strong winds carrying damp moisture hitting our faces and occasional thunderclaps echoing in the deep sky, it's hard for ordinary people to remain calm and composed.

This is why strong individuals often choose to cultivate in underground palaces or the Ten Absolute Secret Chambers, as the "demons" outside can easily disturb their peaceful minds.

A flash of lightning streaked across the dark night sky, briefly illuminating the scene inside the hall. Qin Ming, dressed in a blue robe with his black hair cascading down his chest and back, sat on a futon, his eyes closed, his face radiant, as if glowing.

He gradually entered the state of mind and remained unmoved by the "external demons".

On Chixia Mountain, centuries-old trees are everywhere, swaying in the strong wind, like shadowy ghosts baring their fangs and claws in the pitch-black night.

"Crack!" Lightning struck, snapping the trunk of a 500-year-old tree, and the crown exploded with a deafening roar. Arcs of electricity rose up in the vicinity, and other old trees were also affected, their leaves flying everywhere before exploding.

This noise, falling into Qin Ming's ears and into the lake of his heart, was merely a ripple, which he smoothed out in an instant. This was the act of slaying the "external demon."

Meanwhile, above the Thunderfire Alchemy Hall, on the special copper-cast tiles, a crystal-clear surface was visible, with rolling thunderfire penetrating into the hall.

Qin Ming's mouth watered as he circulated the meaning of the "Primordial Thunder Scripture." He naturally opened his mouth, drawing in wisps of thunder and fire light, as if drinking fine nectar. His lips were fragrant, and a faint fragrance lingered around him.

Thunderclaps stretched out in continuous bursts, one after another, approaching from afar. It was as if the night sky had been pierced through, with pale lightning piercing through the heavens and the earth.

The thunder was deafening, as if giants were walking heavily from the horizon. The entire bronze palace trembled slightly, and the window frames rattled loudly as the heavy rain was blown in by the gale.

However, Qin Ming remained unmoved, his mind as still as a calm lake, his expression serene. At this moment, he was truly "without waves in his mind".

"Hearing thunder in the mountain hut, my heart is like the moon reflected in a well." He opened his eyes; he had already done it. The Primordial Myriad Thunder Seal was operating on its own.

After refining the mind, the second step is refining the body.

Qin Ming regulated his breathing, visualized, and guided his energy, using this renowned Thunder Dao True Scripture to stimulate his blood and strengthen his physical body, while occasionally drawing in the light of thunder and fire.

What is thunder? It is the majestic power of nature that exists naturally between heaven and earth.

To master this brilliant technique, one's physical foundation must be strong enough; otherwise, how can one withstand those terrifying lightning and fire?

For others, this is the most difficult step. If they are not careful, they will be doomed and burned to ashes by the lightning and fire.

However, this was not too difficult for Qin Ming. He had already mastered the "Refining Body and Harmonizing with the Dao Scripture" to a high level, and his "Ultimate Golden Body Scripture" was not for nothing either, allowing him to use his pure physical strength to fight against all kinds of wonderful techniques.

In addition, he would draw in lightning and absorb the light of heaven every rainy season, so this step was a natural progression for him, and his physical foundation had already exceeded the standard.

Qin Ming was full of energy and blood, his mind was clear, and his body and spirit were in perfect condition. He was sensing the power of lightning.

Refining the mind and body are merely preparatory steps, necessary preparations for mastering the profound methods of Thunder Dao. Now, he is formally beginning to comprehend the core essence of the "Primordial Myriad Thunder Seals".

Qin Ming meditated, focusing on the "imagery of thunder," and through a special secluded retreat—the Thunderfire Alchemy Hall—he was actively drawing in thunder and fire.

Right now, he couldn't possibly enter the rain to receive the massive lightning bolts that connected heaven and earth; that would be suicidal. He should proceed gradually.

Qin Ming contemplated achieving the state of "I am thunder, and thunder is me".

He has a solid foundation; the many methods he practiced in the past, although not exclusive to any particular field, were covered in many classic texts.

Qin Ming practiced this legendary scripture with remarkable efficiency.

He listened to the thunder and comprehended the Dao, his mind filled with Zen-like wisdom. He looked inward at his flesh and blood, contemplated the majestic power of the heavens, and cultivated a tangible and substantial ball of thunder and fire, intertwined with lightning.

Outside his body, he drew upon the rolling lightning from the golden palace, causing it to flow towards him like a gentle stream, nourishing his flesh and blood.

Although he felt a tingling sensation, and even some pain as the electric light intensified, it did not harm his fundamental health. On the contrary, he felt as if he had taken a powerful medicine, and he was in a wonderful state.

The lightning and fire that Qin Ming had cultivated within his body was already quite strong and had a vigorous potential. Now, nourished by the natural lightning that existed in the world outside, it became even more dazzling.

In the end, his inner and outer selves united, and the thunder and fire within him transformed into a seed, ready to sprout at any moment.

"It's done. Begin the core transformation." Qin Ming's mind was as calm as the moon reflected in a well, his expression serene. He cultivated a "Thunder Seed" within his body.

He coordinated his breathing, inhaling and exhaling natural lightning and fire, one strand at a time, not rushing for quick results, but gradually guiding it, like drinking fine wine. The lightning in the dark rainy night gradually swirled around his body and slowly covered him.

Qin Ming clearly felt that his flesh and spirit were being tempered and purified by the most terrifying pure yang power in the world. Over time, his physique would inevitably improve.

He listened to thunder all night, and his clothes had long since turned to ashes, but his body became increasingly crystalline and lustrous, his blood and energy vigorous, full of vitality, welcoming a thriving life force amidst the destructive power.

Then, Qin Ming disappeared without a sound.

It is currently the rainy season, the best time to practice the Thunder Dao True Scripture.

After that, whenever there was a thunderstorm, he would appear in the Thunderfire Alchemy Hall on time to cultivate alone, not wanting to miss this special opportunity that could improve his cultivation.

When he first began practicing the "Primordial Thunder Seal," the majestic power of the heavens was like a rare tonic for him.

Sometimes thunderstorms last for days, and sometimes they come every two or three days. The vegetation grows wildly, and the thunder and lightning in the clouds are intense and pour down continuously.

In just half a month, the Thunder Force within Qin Ming's body had already reached a considerable scale. In the blink of an eye, lightning crackled across his fist, and its power was not to be underestimated.

Now, the lightning seed within him has evolved from snow-white to emanating silver light.

Furthermore, it appears as if nine leaves surround the vibrant seed.

If one looks inward and examines deeply, one can see that the so-called leaves are actually nine tiny seal script characters, all related to thunder, and each one is covered with dense symbols.

When he was practicing his skills, nine yellowed "papers" surrounded him, protecting him. These papers were covered with unfathomable "thunder seal script".

This is the manifestation of the Primordial Thunder and Lightning Seal within its body, and the tangible manifestation of the Heaven and Earth Natural Thunder and Fire Seal outside of its flesh and blood.

Qin Ming can transform his own Yin-Yang and Five Elements power, as well as Heavenly Light and Holy Fiend into lightning within his body, and he can also draw upon lightning from the outside world for his own use.

The so-called inner and outer nine chapters and tangible "paper" are all traces of Daoist charm, clearly manifested, which is a sign that he has reached a certain level in his practice.

Besides manifesting in this way, they can also transform into the nine great inner and outer Dharma seals, or various thunder-based weapons, as well as mysterious scenes.

Qin Ming was still trying to comprehend it. He was working hard to unify these scriptures and papers, and also wanted to blend the inner and outer thunder seal script together.

After more than a month of rainy season, the thunder seed the size of an infant's fist inside Qin Ming's body "sprouted," not with tender leaves, but with symbols emerging, belonging to a special and terrifying thunder seal.

This is the intertwining of the Daoist principles, forming the Primordial Myriad Thunder Seals.

He entered the inner sanctum and mastered the true skills of the Thunder Dao realm.

The seed turned pale gold and looked like a golden pill no matter how you looked at it, engraved with complex and profound patterns.

Qin Ming used the World Fire, the furnace fire of the Eight Scenery Divine Illumination Scripture, and the Hunyuan Force to refine it in every way, discovering that it was solid and indestructible, and then it shone even brighter.

Nine pages of paper floated around the mutated thunder seed, rotating around it.

Startled, Huang Luo Canopy said, "You changed your path? Rebuilt your foundation and achieved the Golden Core Realm of our cultivation civilization?"

Every time Qin Ming practices his skills during a thunderstorm, the yellow parasol will appear, allowing him to temper himself with the help of lightning.

Last time, in the forbidden zone of another realm, if we were to talk about who gained the most, it would undoubtedly be this dusty treasure, which absorbed a large amount of pure Yang consciousness.

In that blood-red purgatory, it trembled with excitement and whimpered with a thrill. At that moment, it even had the urge to call Qin Ming "father."

Because it saw hope for its own recovery, with "talented and virtuous people" everywhere, and flesh and blood as a great tonic.

When Qin Ming snatched the Yellow Umbrella from the Black Tower Civilization while fighting swords in the sky, his cultivation level had plummeted, falling below the fourth realm.

Since returning from the forbidden zone, it has reached the fifth realm and steadily improved. Brushing away the dust of time, it has begun to shine again.

At this moment, it was baptized in the thunder and fire, becoming truly sacred. Stars intertwined on the umbrella surface, overflowing outwards, and the tassels at the edges drooped with peaceful purple energy. It no longer resembled a magical treasure and perfectly matched Qin Ming's aesthetic.

Qin Ming corrected, "This is formed by condensing runes with thunder and fire. It is the legendary Primordial Myriad Thunder Script, not a Golden Elixir."

Huang Luo Cangsan was very firm and said, "No, it is the Golden Core. I have sensed it carefully, and there is no difference."

Qin Ming was surprised. Through Qian Cheng's thoughts, he already knew that "The Primordial Myriad Thunder Seal" was a world-renowned masterpiece with an incredibly powerful background.

It now seems that the most profound scriptures may be applicable to different paths and different systems, truly deserving of the name "Primordial".

"No wonder that one type of being among the forbidden creatures values ​​this scripture so highly."

Qin Ming practiced this true scripture and had his own understanding of it. Although this golden elixir was solid and indestructible, it rapidly decomposed under his will, turning into streams of light and returning to its origin. The power of thunder was transformed into heavenly light and holy evil, which merged with the even more concentrated heavenly light in his flesh and blood.

Huang Luo, with a canopy of surprise, said, "To dissipate the golden core in an instant, that is quite different. This 'Primordial Myriad Thunder Seal' is truly extraordinary."

Qin Ming nodded. He had cultivated both his mind and body, and his foundation was deep enough. Even so, it took him more than a month to gradually understand the meaning of the scriptures and eventually master the skills.

Comparatively speaking, this scripture is extremely difficult to understand; he would have mastered other classic texts long ago. His innate comprehension is his greatest asset.

Huang Luo, with his canopy, said, "This is a miraculous scripture. If you ever travel to a land where cultivation civilizations exist, you can completely pass for the real thing. No, you will be a true Golden Core cultivator."

During the two-month rainy season, Qin Ming mastered the "Tai Chu Wan Ting Zhuan" (a type of seal script).

The nine pages of "Thunder Seal" surrounding the outside disappeared into the interior of the Golden Core, intertwining various lightning symbols and mysterious patterns, causing the Golden Core to undergo a transformation.

The pale golden thunder seed shone brightly and intensely that day, its surface covered with intricate and unfathomable patterns.

Huang Luo Canopy was startled again and said with some surprise, "A top-grade Golden Core that is flawless and has the patterns of heaven and earth."

It pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out where the source of this classic text pointed. It was far beyond its scope, or perhaps the young man in front of it was special, which was why he was able to change his path so successfully.

In an instant, Qin Ming dispersed his golden core again, merging it with the heavenly light, divine wisdom, and pure yang power within his flesh and blood, blending together seamlessly.

Immediately, driven by his will, the flawless golden core condensed once more and appeared in an instant.

As the three months drew to a close, the rainy season came to an end, and the lightning was about to cease. Qin Ming had already absorbed the nine pieces of paper outside his body and integrated them into the Thunder Seed.

Now, the Golden Core is no longer the same as it was at the beginning, having transformed into a more unpredictable state.

After the inner nine chapters and the outer nine chapters merged into the seed, its texture became more abundant and transformed into a dazzling purple-gold color, giving Qin Ming's flesh and blood a fragrant aroma.

Huang Luo, wearing an umbrella, exclaimed in amazement: "The fusion of thunder and fire creates a superb Purple Gold Pill, densely imbued with the patterns of heaven and earth."

It was hard to believe that this young man could change his path in a single moment and achieve such astonishing success, cultivating this special elixir. According to legend, his future was limitless.

Most importantly, it felt that Qin Ming's Golden Core had not yet reached its limit, and its quality was still improving, which was terrifying.

"How is the quality of my Golden Core?" Qin Ming asked. Huang Luo Gai San replied, "It's already quite remarkable, comparable to a Great Perfection Golden Core cultivator."

In fact, Qin Ming has not yet reached perfection in his field and can still improve at the Golden Core stage.

He manifested a wine cup with the light of heaven, received the last ray of lightning, drank it all in one gulp, felt completely relaxed, and experienced the various changes within himself.

In just seventy-nine days, he practiced the "Primordial Thunder Seal" and consumed the Thunder and Lightning Elixir. His physique and spirit were slowly transforming. He broke through a barrier and reached the fifth level of the Heart Lamp.

If he followed the proper methods of cultivation, it would take him three years to achieve this level of attainment.

It's been less than three months now, which is incredibly fast.

Most importantly, his "drug resistance" is not very sensitive, and he can still take the Thunder and Lightning Medicine to enhance his abilities.

Unfortunately, the rainy season is over!

Qin Ming was already very satisfied. If things continued like this, he might become the youngest grandmaster in Yezhou.

A thought struck him, and he said, "Perhaps some of the mysterious worlds behind those ancient misty gates are still in the rainy season!"

Qin Ming felt that this might be a safe way to cultivate.

Most rare medicines and extraordinary places of creation are already owned. The forbidden zones of foreign lands have taught many people a bloody lesson, and the losses have been too heavy.

For more than two months, Qin Ming had heard various rumors: the attempt to gather herbs in the forbidden zone had failed, resulting in a bloodbath, and at least 90% of the explorers were left behind in that world, shocking the world.

This is the most talked-about topic in the Yujing region lately.

Of course, many people went there with a pure Yang consciousness, and few went out in their true bodies. This was a great stroke of luck amidst misfortune, otherwise it would have been a catastrophe.

"What kind of place is that? A forbidden zone, an unknown world, a top-tier elixir of earth immortality right there. How could it not have a price? To obtain it, you must pay the price!"

Some have raised the suspicion that the Three Treasures of Essence, Qi, and Spirit in the medicinal field may have been born from a dying creature that had lost its self. If this conjecture is true, it would be even more terrifying.

Qin Ming didn't care about any of this. For the past two months, he had been quietly cultivating and completely isolated from the outside world.

He was able to cultivate undisturbed in peace because Meng Xinghai had done him a great favor by finding a substitute for him, who usually stayed in Shuangshu Village.

In addition, Qin Ming's stealth and lack of traces meant that almost no one knew he had stayed near the Thunderfire Alchemy Hall for nearly eighty days and nights.

If given a choice, he would prefer to continue his spiritual practice in peace, without conflict, quietly improving himself, so that when the world changes drastically in the future, he will not be afraid of the intense changes and conflicts in the world.

Qin Ming left the pass and walked down Chixia Mountain. He quietly went to see Meng Xinghai and found that he actually had some dark circles under his eyes.

"Uncle Meng, what's wrong?"

Meng Xinghai said, "I've been exploring the land of godhood for the past month and haven't slept much. You've spurred me on, and I've been overdoing it with my cultivation lately. I feel like there's a young, evil dragon chasing me from behind."

Qin Ming was speechless. He had a meal with him, then returned to Shuangshu Village and sent the stand-in away.

He planned to take a few days off before considering venturing into the unknown world to consume the Thunder Elixir. If he could find a suitable place, he might be able to continue his progress.

His life in the remote village was undoubtedly relaxing and pleasant, far from the hustle and bustle, with only a serene tranquility.

In his spare time, Qin Ming taught Wen Rui how to cultivate, and guided Yu Que and the red squirrel to understand the Dharma. He was leisurely and content, and it was a period of peace for him.

His leisurely time lasted only a few days before the tranquility was shattered.

"What? Uncle Meng has run into trouble with his training?" Qin Ming suddenly stood up.

The messenger was a man dressed in black, his face etched with worry. Qin Ming knew him well; he was Old Meng's confidant, someone he could absolutely trust.

How did things come to this? Qin Ming's eyes deepened.

He then immediately wrote letters, asking Yu Gensheng, who was far away in Kunling, and Li Qingyun from the reclusive family to come to Chixia City.

A Grandmaster is a top-tier expert who can still move around freely at present.

Qin Ming was worried that something might have happened in Chixia City, and that there might be some unknown external factors involved. He wanted to ask a master to protect Lao Meng.

Meng Xinghai's confidant looked surprised, then nodded solemnly and said, "The Meng family's grandmaster has arrived."

Moreover, the man in black secretly transmitted a message, saying that before Meng Xinghai felt something was wrong with his body, he had instructed that Qin Ming not to be informed immediately, but to wait until the Meng family experts arrived before deciding what to do.

Now, not only has the Grandmaster Meng himself arrived, but he has also invited a close friend of the Grandmaster level to attend.

Therefore, the man in black immediately rushed to Shuangshu Village and met with Qin Ming to explain the specific situation in detail.

"Even in this situation, Uncle Meng is still thinking of me, worried that someone might come after me." Qin Ming was moved, but also felt a surge of inexplicable emotions.

He asked anxiously, "How did Uncle Meng get into trouble? How is he now?"

The man in black said, "He may have gotten lost in the place he desires to become a god. His consciousness is gradually fading, and he fell into a coma last night."

Qin Ming said, "You go back first, I'll be there soon."

He didn't know whether this was man-made or an accident on the path to godhood.

Clearly, Meng Xinghai was worried about the possibility of a "man-made disaster," fearing that someone had come for Qin Ming.

As the Thunder King Bird departed to deliver the message, Qin Ming also traversed the Black and White Mountains and personally arrived at Crimson Cloud City. Meng Xinghai had done him a great favor, and he possessed a life-saving artifact; he would never allow Old Meng to be harmed.

No one stopped him along the way.

Perhaps he chose a route that was too remote; in any case, nothing unexpected happened.

Inside the city lord's mansion, the sound of a child crying could be heard, and a beautiful, gentle woman who looked to be under thirty years old was tending to the unconscious Meng Xinghai with red eyes.

Qin Ming knew that this must be Meng Xinghai's wife.

"You must be Xiao Qin?" Zhou Qingxuan immediately guessed his identity.

Qin Ming immediately said, "It's me, Aunt Meng. Don't worry, Uncle Meng is a lucky man and will be fine."

The room was filled with the aroma of medicine, indicating that Meng Xinghai had already taken some rare and potent medicine.

"Are you Brother Qin Ming?"

Before the bed, two children with teary eyes looked up. They had heard Meng Xinghai mention Qin Ming many times, and even though they had only just met, they trusted him completely.

The boy, eleven or twelve years old, wiped away his tears and quickly told Meng Xinghai about his current situation: they had tried all sorts of methods, but none of them worked.

The girl was only about five years old. She had big, beautiful eyes, but they were already red and swollen, making her look very helpless. She whispered, "Brother Qin Ming, can you save my father? Every time he goes back to the ancestral home, he says you are amazing and always creating miracles."

Clearly, they were at their wits' end and heartbroken. Their plea for help stemmed from both trust and desperation. Upon seeing Qin Ming, the girl sobbed, looking utterly pitiful, and begged him to try and save her father.

"Okay, I will do my best to save Uncle Meng!" Qin Ming said.

"Okay, Brother Qin Ming, I believe you."

In the living room, two grandmasters were present, both remaining silent.

One of the elderly men was an acquaintance of Qin Ming—Meng Zhiyan.

Back then, after Qin Ming suppressed Qi Yunxiao and captured Mu Xingyao and Cen Jinghong in the Thunderfire Alchemy Hall, it was Meng Zhiyan who helped him negotiate with the people from the outer realms to demand a ransom.

After examining Meng Xinghai's physical condition, Qin Ming went to consult the two masters.

"Greetings to both of you seniors."

“Good boy, don’t be so polite.” Meng Zhiyan pulled him up.

Qin Ming earnestly asked the two grandmasters, "Uncle Meng, what's going on?"

Meng Zhiyan, his hair and beard all white, his eyes bloodshot, said, “He lost his soul, his consciousness gradually dissipated, and it happened right under our noses. He was either taken away by an unimaginable being, or he got lost in the place of godhood he chose, but we can’t find him.”

Another master said, "There are still traces and strands of residual divine wisdom leaking out."

Meng Xinghai is still far from becoming a god, but he is already exploring suitable places in advance. Such places are not in the present world and are very difficult to find.

Finally, Qin Ming returned to Meng Xinghai's bedside. He used resonance to capture the remaining emotional fluctuations and resonated with the overflowing residual divine wisdom.

"Brother Qin Ming, you can save my father, right?" the girl asked, crying softly.

Comparatively speaking, her brother was stronger.

"Yes, don't worry!" Qin Ming reassured him.

In an instant, his consciousness, mingled with the light of heaven, left his body, attached itself to the old cloth, and followed the overflowing divine wisdom.

Those remaining specks of light quickly disappeared into the void, leaving no trace.

"Old Huang, you are most sensitive to consciousness, help me!" Qin Ming followed in a resonance manner, but still felt strained, as those divine insights infiltrated into the unknown without his knowledge or awareness.

It must be said that Huang Luo Cang Umbrella is a giant in this field; it reached a conclusion after only a brief contact with the subject.

"Hmm, I feel it's a man-made disaster. You need to be in sync with the frequency of that consciousness vibration to have any chance of following its residual fluctuations. Be patient."

Soon after, following its instructions, Qin Ming used a special secret method to imitate Meng Xinghai's consciousness, making their fluctuations identical.

He then set off immediately. While still on his journey, he had a premonition and saw a creature appear ahead. It was a golden body with three heads and six arms, carrying a silver flame lantern, guarding a ferry crossing.

"Who are you? How did you get in?" the golden figure, who resembled a god, demanded.

"Divine will!" Old Huang explained that this was a phantom created by a deity.

Is this a man-made disaster, or does it involve deities?

At this moment, Qin Ming shone brightly, but did not reveal his true appearance. He stared intently at the golden body with three heads and six arms in front of him. This creature should not have reached the Grandmaster level yet.

He made a sudden move, and the purple golden core engraved with the patterns of heaven and earth glowed. Instantly, a giant hand of lightning shot out and grabbed the creature with a loud bang.

"You are blaspheming God!"

"You're nothing but a god!" Qin Ming suppressed him, quickly resonated with him, and then exploded. Using the Primordial Myriad Thunder Script to deal with this kind of divine phantom was simply a natural counter.

"It's like the first thunderbolts of heaven and earth scattering ghosts and gods!" Huang Luogai exclaimed.

A moment later, Qin Ming killed another golden divine intent halfway there, and stepped on the blue earth, heading towards the secluded and special place.

On his body, the patterns of the Primordial Myriad Thunder Script emerged like armor, gradually covering him, making him appear even more splendid and sacred than the gods.

Wherever Qin Ming went, glowing footprints appeared one after another. As he approached his destination, he whispered, "If this is man-made disaster, I will make you suffer tenfold!"

(End of this chapter)