Night without Borders

Chapter 506 The Youngest Godslayer

Qin Ming's body was covered in thunder seal script, like wearing armor, like a deity stepping in the dense blue soil, leaving one shining footprint after another.

His steps appeared to be slow and steady, but each step was a sudden movement, a wonderful technique recorded in the "Tai Chu Wan Ting Zhuan"—the Thunder Foot Lightning Seal.

Furthermore, since he was already in a state of spiritual travel without the constraints of a physical body, combined with this movement technique, he truly resembled a streak of lightning and light traversing this land that was not in reality.

Behind him, the glowing footprints dimmed one by one, and he had disappeared at the edge of the earth, incredibly fast, far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

"The blue soil is accompanied by clouds. It's not simple to choose such a place to become a god." Qin Ming could tell that this was a pure land left behind by an ancient god.

No wonder this place has so many legends, and more than one god has emerged from it. Even the giant centipede that once wanted to become a god chose Crimson Cloud City to devour it completely.

This dilapidated sacred land of the gods, with its rising green mist, symbolizes good fortune, prosperity, and a meteoric rise to success.

Qin Ming unleashed another "divine intent," and this golden body, carrying a lantern, seemed to be guiding Meng Xinghai's remaining divine wisdom while simultaneously guarding and protecting him.

Qin Ming did not slow down and rushed past. The glowing lightning patterns behind him slowly faded, and he was already close to the core area.

He had already learned through resonance that there were "true divine roots" inside, which were stronger, but after assessment, he believed that he was not necessarily weaker than the other party.

He was worried that Meng Xinghai wouldn't be able to hold on, so even though he couldn't completely overcome the gods' methods, he still made it through, fearing that he would leave behind an irreparable regret.

In the core area, wisps of purple mist rose from the blue earth, while in front, within the thin light curtain, the ground had completely turned into pale purple soil.

Qin Ming was surprised. This dilapidated place was indeed somewhat extraordinary. Even if it was not the place where the strongest gods were made, it was enough to make the people of the Secret Sect envious.

The foundation laid by the "former gods" has been well maintained, making it much easier for those who later choose this place to become gods.

It's very likely that the giant centipede back then, unable to find this divine land that lies between nothingness and reality, tried to swallow Crimson Cloud City whole.

Upon arriving at this place, Qin Ming's footprints disappeared, and he clung to the old cloth, completely vanishing from sight.

In the dim light, on the broken purple soil, there was a collapsed altar, a black flag that was mostly burned, and gilded pillars of the fallen temple.

The Fengshen Stele lies in the puddles, only half of it remains. At the broken point, there are golden patterns, like the veins of an ancient god. The names of the gods and the characters on the stele are blurred, weathered, and decayed along with the gods.

Meng Xinghai lay on the purple soil with his eyes closed and his body, which was formed from divine wisdom, glowing slightly. There were rubble, broken walls, and puddles around him, making the place very desolate.

Qin Ming's expression was solemn. The "True God Roots" were inside Lao Meng's body, taking root in his limbs and bones.

It was like a rotten old tree root that had been given new life, parasitizing the wisdom of others and greedily absorbing nutrients.

This is a bit tricky. Qin Ming dares to kill a god, but he doesn't dare to deal with the old tree root in this state, for fear of destroying Meng Xinghai as well. This is giving him a headache.

He asked in secret, "Old Huang, do you have a solution?"

Huang Luo, with his umbrella, said, “I have some methods to dig out the roots of this old tree. But the esoteric path here is not simple. The highest achievers can awaken their innate wisdom, see into the future, and know everything. It is truly daunting. I am worried that they have a backup plan. When digging out the roots, they might also dig through the foundation of your Uncle Meng.”

Qin Ming said, "This god definitely doesn't have that kind of ability. It's just a piece of rotten old tree root, and its life has almost been extinguished."

Despite saying that, he was also afraid something might happen, and his brows furrowed deeply.

Old Huang, however, was unfamiliar with the methods of esoteric Buddhism and was therefore quite cautious.

In the shattered purple divine soil, besides Meng Xinghai and the True God Roots, there was also a strange black bird and a golden-armored divine being guarding the land.

Qin Ming said, "There's no time to waste!"

Huang Luo, who was covering the umbrella, said, "Judging from his condition, he should be able to hold on for another night."

On the purple earth, ripples spread, and a blurry figure appeared. It was a pure yang consciousness that transformed into an old man, carrying a cracked altar that was only a foot high. After landing, it quickly enlarged.

The dark brown altar looked as if it were about to collapse, covered with a layer of dust that could not be wiped away.

“An old god, about to die, now wants to usurp the nest. He has found this place, hoping to regain his vitality, and has even taken Uncle Meng as food.”

Qin Ming's forehead veins throbbed, and he wished he could smash the altar to pieces immediately. The other party was not only intercepting Meng Xinghai's fortune, but also trying to devour him.

The corrupt gods, along with other helpers, are operating outside.

Qin Ming retreated and "penetrated" out from the void not far away, arriving in the real world, where he saw brightly lit surroundings.

This is underground, with countless caves, and this area is a wasteland. There was once a magnificent underground palace, but now only rubble remains, completely burned down.

"The real-world counterpart of the Pure Land of Gods," Qin Ming guessed, "is deep underground in Crimson Cloud City."

There were over a hundred people here, all of them experts, including grandmasters and a golden body with three heads and six arms—the Divine Will.

Some people even brought in the Investiture of the Gods Stele, but the roots of the true god had not yet fully refined the new Investiture of the Gods site, so they could not carry the cracked stele inside.

"With so many people, could it be a declining lineage?" Qin Ming was alarmed.

He noticed that some people had vertical eyes tattooed on their foreheads.

"The Three-Eyed Cult!"

This lineage is quite famous in Yezhou and has traces near Black and White Mountain. Its origins can be traced back to the depths of the Night Mist World and it belongs to the Phenomenal Society.

Qin Ming felt that he could not act rashly. First, he was afraid of harming the innocent, and second, the other side had a lot of people and he didn't know if there were any hidden experts. He needed to negotiate with those old masters.

Huang Luogai said, "It seems that this dying deity still has some divine power in its lair that did not 'migrate' with it."

Qin Ming, attached to the old cloth and in an invisible state, carefully explored the area and discovered that this vast underground ruin was located in a sealed blessed land, which explained why others could not find it.

He eventually emerged from a stone wall underground, memorized the path in reality, and quickly returned to the city lord's mansion.

In the room, by the sickbed, Qin Ming immediately got up and went to see Meng Zhiyan in the next living room. His expression was extremely solemn as he said, "Senior, something has happened."

Meng Zhiyan was shocked and said, "What? The Outer God invaded the chosen place of godhood in the Star Sea, and he's trapped there?"

Any place of godhood is mysterious and difficult for outsiders to find.

In particular, Meng Zhiyan knew that Meng Xinghai was searching for a legendary secret place, which was not the same as the officially known sacred site.

Even the Meng family didn't know about that place.

Qin Ming transmitted his voice, "Uncle Meng told me about that place before. I just went to check it out, and the Three-Eyed Sect has already surrounded it."

"It could be them?" Meng Zhiyan exclaimed in shock and anger.

As far as he knew, the gods of the Three-Eyed Cult had decayed a hundred years ago, and news of their death had been circulating for more than a decade. Now it seems that even a centipede that has died is not dead.

That deity even left behind rotten remnants, vainly hoping to revive by borrowing the earth.

Meng Zhiyan said, "Xinghai has been searching for a purple place to become a god. Such a place of creation may really revive the decaying old gods."

That place was not mentioned in any rumors; it was a top secret. It was no easy feat for Old Meng to find it, but now he has been intercepted and is even going to lose his life.

Meng Zhiyan hardened his heart and said, "I have a spirit-suppressing talisman and a purification talisman here, which can stabilize the roots of a true god for a moment."

Even if it is a god, how dare it harm the Meng family like this? We must fight it to the death. Besides, the other party is already dead in name and is destined to be extremely weak.

The old master Xie Zhaoming spoke up: "So it is that deity of the Three-Eyed Sect. However, he has only been briefly resurrected from the ashes, so his divine power should be very weak. If we find a few more helpers, we should be able to deal with him."

He was Meng Zhiyan's best friend, with whom he had a life-or-death bond.

Meng Zhiyan said, "If we ask for more people, there might not be enough time. The Star Sea will probably not be able to hold on. I didn't expect it to involve the gods."

The old master was filled with murderous intent and was ready to fight to the death immediately.

Qin Ming said, "Before I came, I sent messages to Senior Yu Gengsheng and Senior Li Qingyun. I believe they will arrive before it is too late."

"Alright, Xiao Qin, thank you for your thoughtfulness!" Meng Zhiyan patted his shoulder forcefully. In this world, he and Xie Zhaoming were already enough to intimidate others, but he never expected that the undercurrents would be so turbulent and fierce.

He immediately made arrangements, mobilizing the Meng family's experts who were relatively close to the location.

"Senior, we've found out some details," a man in blue robes reported as he entered.

Meng Zhiyan said, "Speak!"

“Recently, someone has been deliberately spreading rumors that Lord Meng has found an extraordinary place to become a god, possibly a purple divine land ranked above the ‘Azure Clouds’.”

Meng Zhiyan's face immediately darkened. The person who spread the rumors was clearly hostile, actually making a fuss over something like this.

"The god of the Three-Eyed Cult, who is so corrupt that he is almost completely dead, should be in a god's temple not far away. So after hearing this, he was filled with greed and murderous intent. Since he could not find the purple divine soil, he directly attacked Xinghai."

The man in blue robes informed them that other organizations, such as the Demons, the Pure World Sect, and the Blood Immortals, were also active in Crimson Cloud City, but those people quickly disappeared.

Qin Ming was shaken upon hearing this, his eyes filled with murderous intent. If the essence of this matter was that someone wanted to target him, spreading rumors to first cause trouble for Meng Xinghai and then lure him out of Black and White Mountain, then that was truly malicious.

However, he cannot afford to be angry or retaliate now; he needs to resolve Meng Xinghai's life-or-death crisis immediately and settle accounts thoroughly afterwards.

"Little Qin, have you found the place chosen by the Star Sea to become a god?" Zhou Qingxuan's eyes reddened as she heard that things had taken a turn for the better and she was about to bow to Qin Ming.

Qin Ming quickly stopped her, saying, "Aunt Meng, you're making me feel terrible. Uncle Meng saved my life, and I've always considered him my own uncle."

“Okay!” Zhou Qingxuan wiped away her tears. She and her two children had always lived in the Meng family’s ancestral home. Meng Xinghai was very cautious and dared not let his wife and children come with him. Today, Old Meng was critically ill, so Zhou Qingxuan rushed over with her children. This was also the first time she had met Qin Ming.

Meng Zhiyan began secretly mobilizing his troops to prepare for an encirclement and annihilation.

Late at night, Yu Gengsheng and Li Qingyun arrived one after the other, much faster than expected.

Master Li was very surprised and said, "There is actually a purple place to become a god. It has never appeared in local rumors before. It is amazing that Xiao Meng was able to find such a hidden place. Old Meng, Qingxuan, don't worry. Now that we are here, we will definitely not let anything happen to Xinghai."

Yu Gensheng, with his fiery temper, said, "That extinct deity of the Three-Eyed Sect has actually risen from the ashes? Let's crush him!"

Qin Ming traveled in his mind again to confirm that nothing had changed in the purple divine soil.

Then, a group of people prepared to take action.

With tears streaming down her face, Meng Xinghai's five-year-old daughter, Meng Lingshu, clutched her mother's clothes and pitifully asked, "Brother Qin Ming, senior, you can definitely save my father, right?"

"Don't cry, I promise I'll bring Uncle Meng back!" Qin Ming promised.

Li Qingyun also said, "Girl, wait to hear the good news."

The four grandmasters, along with Qin Ming and a team of elite troops, silently entered the underground.

Meng Zhiyan said, "Little Qin, lead the way. Elder Yu and I will follow Shenyou and rush into the divine land to rescue Xinghai. Zhaoming, you and Qingyun will hold off those people outside for a while."

Qin Ming said, "Senior, please give me the Suppressing Talisman and the Purification Talisman. I have a special method that allows me to silently appear in the Divine Land and strike unexpectedly."

……

In the pitch-black underground, in front of that peculiar stone wall, a group of people had their final conversation.

The key is speed; we need to launch a blitzkrieg to have any hope of success.

The next instant, Qin Ming left only a portion of his consciousness within his physical body before silently drifting into it.

Although the Purple Divine Land is now dilapidated and desolate, one can still see glimpses of its former glory.

Qin Ming quietly sneaked in, and then suddenly attacked, hitting Meng Xinghai with all kinds of talismans, instantly covering his entire body with sacred patterns.

"Old Huang, help me dig out the old tree roots!" Qin Ming shouted.

The yellow canopy glowed, and purple energy surged. The tassels along the edge of the canopy dripped with divine beams of light, and with a bang, the "roots of the true god" were shaken off.

The talismans exerted their power, briefly binding the old tree roots for a moment, but they were unable to damage Meng Xinghai's divine body.

"what……"

A long, mournful howl emanated from the old tree root, instantly transforming into a hazy figure filled with ferocity and despair. It cried out, "You dare destroy my foundation?!"

He was very old. Although his body was emitting a divine light, it was filled with endless weariness, and his face was distorted, as if he had endless resentment and boundless anger.

Because this is his last chance to make a comeback.

Otherwise, this god wouldn't act so arrogantly, directly seizing the divine land. Every moment that passes, his hope of resurrection diminishes.

He was nominally dead, and he didn't care about the consequences or the cost; he just wanted to enter the purple divine soil to revive as soon as possible.

The old man's vertical eye on his forehead opened wide, filled with boundless hatred, and he said, "You really deserve to die! You ruined my grand plan!"

This place already bears some of Meng Xinghai's mark, and if the three-eyed old man is given one more night, he can possess this place, seal off the divine kingdom, isolate himself from the world, and peacefully await rebirth.

But now, everything is over. This place has not only been exposed, but also destroyed. His divine roots cannot withstand the turmoil and there is no way to "transplant" them. At this moment, he only wants to destroy the young man in front of him.

At the same time, the black bird and the golden-armored god beside him roared in uncontrollable rage, their killing intent boundless, and attacked Qin Ming.

"Grandmaster!"

Qin Ming was shaken. He had finally faced off against beings of this level. The two guardians seemed to be even more powerful than the main body.

"Xiao Qin, we're here!"

Meng Zhiyan and Yu Gengsheng stormed in through the only hazy portal to the divine land. The moment they entered, their eyes widened in disbelief.

Qin Ming actually took the initiative to attack the Grandmaster-level divine avatar. How could such terrifying lightning be unleashed by a young man?
Yu Gengsheng was mentally prepared, having long known that the question was far beyond the scope of the subject, but he was still quite surprised.

When Meng Zhiyan first saw this scene, Qin Ming's thunderous magic seal in front of him actually blasted the black wings of a Grandmaster-level monster bird, causing it to lose its feathers and tremble violently.

"Am I dreaming?" Meng Zhiyan was almost dumbfounded. Was this a grandmaster in his early twenties? He was the youngest in Yezhou, with no one to rival him.

Wasn't he supposed to be below the fourth realm? How come he's suddenly able to unleash a thunderbolt at a Grandmaster?

No wonder Qin Ming didn't wait for them and launched the attack on his own.

Despite their shock, the two acted immediately, fearing that Qin Ming might be harmed by a Grandmaster.

"kill!"

As for the outside world, a great war has already broken out.

Qin Ming's own true form also broke in. Normally, a person's physical body would move slowly or even be unable to move an inch in the purple divine soil, but the people present were obviously unaffected.

Qin Ming was indeed under immense pressure just now. After all, the two Grandmaster-level guardian monsters were actually avatars of decaying gods, and the real one, the three-eyed old man, was also there. He almost fell victim to their schemes.

Now that Qin Ming's true form has arrived and he is no longer under attack, he immediately regains his footing and exudes a murderous aura.

The three-eyed old man's brow glowed, and in an instant, an exceptionally dazzling beam of light shot out, captivating the mind and causing Qin Ming to hear mysterious chanting sounds.

The light seemed to be everywhere, trying to penetrate his flesh and blood.

With a loud boom, the Primordial Myriad Thunder Seals on Qin Ming's body shone brightly, their interwoven patterns supporting the sacred armor, which then unleashed countless bolts of lightning, shattering the chanting that was affecting people's minds.

As you can see, within the beam of light from the three-eyed old man, there is a mass of flesh-like substance wriggling about. This is actually... some kind of terrifying parasitic method.

The three-eyed old man immediately tried to take root in Qin Ming's body, wanting to use the body for recuperation.

"The original divine thunder?" At this moment, the three-eyed old man felt a chill run down his spine. As if he had sensed something, his despair and madness faltered, and he felt a chill spread through his body.

What state is he in? He possesses spiritual power, a manifestation of divine wisdom, and is naturally restrained by this domineering and boundless lightning.

Qin Ming was filled with murderous intent. He already knew that this was definitely a man-made disaster, and that some people were stirring up trouble.

He unleashed a deafening bolt of purple-gold lightning with a backhand motion.

The three-eyed old man was startled and dodged quickly, but he was still hit on the shoulder, which emitted wisps of blue smoke, and he let out a muffled groan.

In the distance, Yu Gengsheng and Meng Zhiyan were stunned by what they saw. How did this child manage to master such terrifying skills? He had already stunned a deity right from the start.

The three-eyed old man roared, feeling that everyone should die today for daring to interrupt his revival process. His vertical eye instantly turned a glassy color with interwoven three-colored patterns, extremely terrifying. Then, the three-colored rays seemed to cut through the void, enveloping the young man in front of him.

Qin Ming was not intimidated at all. With a soft shout, a lightning vortex appeared in front of him, extremely dazzling, spinning rapidly and absorbing all the light.

Then, the lightning vortex enveloped the old man, instantly blasting the decaying deity until his hair was disheveled and his body was billowing with blue smoke, as if he were about to be burned.

Qin Ming took the initiative. When he made his move again, his Thunder Blade was dazzling as it slashed forward, accompanied by mysterious scenes: a large star appeared, and a river of thunder surged forward, its surface shimmering as if reflecting the moonlight.

His slash created a wondrous scene, quite poetic and picturesque, like stars hanging low over a vast plain, and the moon surging in a great river.

However, to the enemy, this sight was terrifying and extremely chilling; it was the flowing patterns of the Primordial Myriad Thunder Script, posing an extreme danger.

With a loud bang and a scream, the three-eyed old man's body was pierced through and then exploded.

"Did the old tree root explode?"

Meng Zhiyan was dumbfounded, feeling that he was out of touch with the times. Had Yezhou ever had a grandmaster in his early twenties? Moreover, he was suspected of slaying a god, which was simply unheard of!

The moon is fullest on the 16th of the lunar month, so I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and all the best.

(End of this chapter)